How did this boy choose my car to flop on at the grocery store? 10:45 pm....Albertsons parking lot at Atlanta and Magnolia. All of a sudden a teenage boy kinda flops on my hood and raises his hand at me. He didn't look like a killer...he looked like a normal teenager out past bedtime and possibly high. I had Keoni, Kekoa and Kawika with me. They had just tried out for our church's big singing and dancing production that we have every couple of years. I asked the boy to come over to my side. He does. He asks if he can borrow my phone. (I'm thinking...NO..you can't) I ask him why he wants to use my phone. He said he wants to call his mom. I asked how old he was. He said seventeen. I asked if he was from around here. He said yeah, he goes to Edison High. Keoni came out of the store, so I told Keoni to let him use his phone. The boy fumbles around with it for a few minutes, until I ask him if he wants me to call his mother. He said I should. He was shaking...not sure if it was because he was cold or he was high. I told him to get in the car where it was warm and then I caught a whiff.....he was toasted at the very least. I called his mom....she was very confused. I asked if she wanted me to bring him to her...she asked why he was with me. I finally had to say...your son is messed up....then she agreed. The kid directed me to his house...and I peppered him with questions on the way. I asked if he had been drinking. He said yes. I asked if he had drunk a lot. He said yes. I asked if he was alone drinking. He said no. I asked if he was at a party. He said no. I asked if he was with friends. He said that was irrelevant. I guess he was tired of my questions. I was wondering what my boys thought of this situation. We got to the boys house and his mother was outside waiting. I rolled down my window...and she looked in my car and saw my boys. She asked if my boys know him. I said "No, we were at the grocery store and your son came up to us. He was alone." She went over to him and asked him where his backpack and jacket were. He said he didn't know. She said thank you and I said I'm sorry. I'm just a mom...I hope your son is ok.
Broken heart. He's not my son. But he broke my heart. I was confused as to why his mother didn't seem concerned that her son was out. ??? I don't know this boy...I don't think I will ever see him again. But I will pray that he can find a way to be happy without using. He's too young to start that stuff. Hug your kids....and be grateful you know where they are.
From...A Mom of Boys!!!