Number One son texts on Thanksgiving after calling me to say he wanted to "change it up for Thanksgiving and volunteer at a homeless shelter".
TXT#1: "I love you. all the homeless shelters and slavations arms were closed so i ran into two homeless guys and drove them to a place with a nice view."
TXT#2: "Bought them beer and cigs and hung out for a cou(p)le hours. they were so happy!"
TXT#3: "Ya it does. I took them up the avenues and found a spot for them to drink a few beers. They seemed really happy about it. Not so lonely ya know?"
TXT from us: "I am proud of you, son. Dad wants me to ask you to be careful...I know you are..."
TXT#4: "I'm all tired from the turkey. Tell dad not to worrythey were very nice guys. Right around your age too. I may call in a bit."
My loving kind son went out and rounded up two homeless guys and bought them beer and cigarettes and treated them like human beings. As much as his faith in humanity scares us, it thrills us too.