Friday, March 2, 2012

Like father, like son(s)

I have always said that this work is not simply one of “rescue”, or one that pertains only to street kids. It is a broader one of restructuring - of putting families that have self-imploded back together. When we make contact with the family (or with what family) the street boys have, it is more often than not with the mother. Dealing with dads is rare. The drunk and drugged man living in the whole under the bridge three hours away from the rescue house (but a stone’s throw from his own mother’s) was Enildo – the biological father of our four precious brothers W, V, R and E.

He was visited over a period of weeks and a story began to be told. A complicated family history if ever there was one, riddled with multiple suicides, mental illness, addiction and premature death. Of his many siblings, Enildo was not left untouched by personal tragedy, and grace (it seems) had not played a role in his torrid family tale – until now.

No need to explain why he ended up sharing a common fate as the four sons we rescued nine months previously. Suffice to say that he got distracted by a crack pipe at some point during the long pilgrimage to find his sons. It’s probably somewhere in the price/kick ratio, but it seems like there’s crack and then there’s every other vice. A bit like the difference between bugs that land on your skin so clumsily that you get a chance to swat them before they bite and the mosquito, whose bite you feel only after it’s extracted the blood and is buzzing off to its next victim.

Needless to say, he was anxious to see his sons when we explained how they came to be in our care (he hadn’t seen three of them in over four years), and the moment was only equalled by the time we reunited the four brothers the previous year. A father (washed and shaven for the occasion) once again got to hug his sons close, cry and ask them for forgiveness for walking out of the family home.


Katherine said...

For this you were called, Luke, for this you have been chosen .... Never give up! Bless you!

Caio en Dorothee Peres said...

Wow! What a story! Great that you guys found their father! Keep up the good work! God bless!

Craig said...

What a story, what a life. Luke, please promise to never give up writing about these things for the world to hear. Thank You.

Anonymous said...

For once, Im actually a bit speechless. We do love you Luke. So grateful you are in our life just as you are in the life of those precious boys and their father. Praying for God to bless you big time bro... Nancy xxx

Tio Thomas said...

"And HE will turn
The hearts of the fathers to the children,
And the hearts of the children to their fathers,
Lest I come and strike the earth with a curse."

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