A Sad Day.

Tonight on my way home from work I saw someone I knew standing on the porch of the homeless shelter waiting to go in for dinner. I cried all the way home. This is a person that I have known all my life. There is nothing that I can do for this person. The path they have chosen has taken them down into a very dark, bad place. Only when they admit that they have a problem and ask for help can anything be done for them. I can not, no, will not, allow myself or my family to be pulled into that situation. This doesn't make me a bad or uncaring person. It makes me one that realises that unless this person wants to be helped there IS NO WAY I can help them. When I got home Hubby John, as always, was there to comfort me and to help me sort out what I was feeling. HJ said I should be thankful that this person has hot meals and a bed to sleep in and that they are not sleeping in the park or eating out of garbage bins. This logic is true and it has helped me to calm me. I am still teary eyed because I do care about this person and always will. I pray nightly to my God for protection, compassion and intervention for this person. I pray that they seek treatment to make their way back from the dark place they are in now. I will help them as much as I am able when that time comes. But then and only then will I be able to welcome them back into my life. That day will be a happy one but today is a sad day.