Writing Them Down...

Terry was in high school and the fighting with my dad was intense. It was like watching something out of a violent movie. The punching, hitting, swearing, holes in walls and broken things. Mom would try and stop them, often putting herself in harms way. Terry would go to school with signs of the fighting. I guess our school counselor told him he had to get out of that house. Supposedly he looked at her and said, “Where am I suppose to go? Are you going to let me live with you?” He lived at home until he joined the military. Wendy was a year or two behind Terry. That same school counselor helped her fill out every form needed for college. She helped her file for financial aid and numerous scholarships. Wendy went to college on a full ride. The counselor may not have been able to take Terry into her home but she did everything to secure Wendy a sure way out.