The crack cocaine addict I was speaking of was MY son – and it was my grandson he had sitting outside the crack house. He had been working on my house for the past couple of weeks and I loaned him my car to go buy some paint – and then he called to say he wasn’t able to make it back in time for me to pick my grandson up from school so he would go ahead and do it. I would have bet the farm that he would NEVER put one of his children in harms way – but obviously I would have been wrong. I was just looking for some insight – but if you choose to condemn and judge I pray you never have to walk a mile in my shoes – or those of my son.

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