The last few days have been overwhelming for me…My son my only son who doesn’t understand or respect life it in jail now. Not for anything more serious than a traffic violation. Something he could have avoided by just appearing in court, but didn’t. He decided to run away, not face the charges that were facing him or the court date. So a warrant was issued for his arrest. Although he had paid the finds, he still needed to appear before the judge, what should have been important to him wasn’t important to him. Contacting actually once at his God Fathers house, telling him he needed to get back, but ignoring me, and choosing to do as he wished instead. Avoiding any calls from me, not wanting to talk to me.
Travelling to visit his relatives and his God Father in another state, and he has been there for over two months and since this time not hearing from him. His God Father had already given him money to return home, calling me after doing so, and surprised he actually gave him cash to buy his own ticket with my son’s track record. He didn’t buy a ticket, he spend every dime on himself and not what he was suppose to do with it. Losing contact with him for this time, because he didn’t want to speak to me, he thought he had it made. Going to get a job, live down there, and go on with his life without us. His Aunt decided differently and sent him home because she was tired of him living from pillow to pillar as she explained. Forcing him to get on a bus home, whether he liked it or not. He had other plans by not getting her to buy him a bus ticket to his actual home but 2 hours away from our home. Telling her that his Aunt would be picking him up, at the bus station and taking him home, after visiting with her for awhile.
My mind was boggled by the Aunt part, not anyone in our family was an Aunt Cindy. Then His sister figured it out, it was the mother of his best friend that had died. He was going to live off her for awhile. His plans quickly changed when his sister, decided, on her own to go and get him. This was a very long drive, the bus wouldn’t arrive until 3am, and she drove by herself in the dark with lots of road construction arriving at the bus station. Talking to the attendant and asking when the bus would arrive, he was rude to her, but quickly asking which bus, we have many. She waited, paced and then finally she notices a be-bopping head, and yes it was his. The look on his face was very puzzled by her being there. She was surprised he went with her. Not knowing his fate, he rode the two hours back. He didn’t talk about his visit to the relatives, or what his God Father had done for him.
He talked all about himself, how he thinks life had cheated him, wanting his baby sister to feel sorry for him. She stuck to her guns, bringing him home. Earlier in the day she called the PSB non-emergency number and talked to them about the situation, and they told her it would be better if he turned himself in. By going to the PSB building and doing so. She felt as if he wouldn’t do this willingly, she knows him well. And she said she did it because he had been running me thru the emotional wringer for some time now. And it simply had to be done, so she feed him, she went into the bathroom called 911, and they told her a cruiser would be on the way.
Bringing him closer to his warrant, she was scared. He didn’t ask anything; then she said you know that I love you, don’t you. As the police arrived at the gas station….All he had to say is that is why we have been setting here so long. They asked if he knew about the warrant at first he said no, then the other officer asked and he said yes he knew about it. My daughter was emotional, crying, and upset, watching as they cuffed him, asking him if he wanted her to keep his stuff. The look in his eyes was how could you do this to me? She knew it had to be done, and did it for his own good.
She arrived home around 6am, told me she was home, and went to sleep. She got up while I was getting ready for work and told me the story. All of his family here has decided not to bail him out, he has to learn, an important lesson in life. Tonight he is in Jail, calling me at least 25 times today collect, but can’t; accept collect call is ten dollars or something like, that is something, I truly don’t have. Not that I don’t want to hear his voice. He is scared now, alone, can’t go anywhere, and this is the first time ever. He is 22 and it is time to grow up and accept responsibility for his actions, and where this life will lead him.
This son of mine has given all of us trouble for many years, actually thinking he would be arrested for something worse, and grateful he didn’t. Hitting bottom before something worse had happened is really a blessing, maybe he will realize how important freedom is; realize how important family really is.
Today my emotions overwhelm me. This does overwhelm me, this makes my heart break. He as many thinks they can slide thru life. The generations now; are not able to find jobs, living on the edge, lying, cheating and stealing to get by.
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