Posted on 07/12/2010 3:34:43 PM PDT by OneWingedShark
>Happy to pray for him.
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>13 is hard sometimes.
Thank you.
You know this brings to mind how I thought about running away at about that age... I was/am too much a coward to do it though.
>A talk with his close friends is usually the most productive action. Just pass the word that he can come to you without accusations or judgement.
Honestly, that probably won’t work... I live right next door to dad.
Praying
“You know this brings to mind how I thought about running away at about that age... I was/am too much a coward to do it though.”
You know, when I was about 6 years old I told my mom and dad that I wanted to leave home. I couldn’t live there with my sister (a year older than I) anymore. Not to mention my mom and dad were on the edge of separation. They didn’t get along too well either.
Anyway, my dad asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I told him I was.
So, he told me to pack up some clothes, and some items I liked and he would help me out.
I packed a small suitcase with clothes. I packed another with all my little army men, vehicles, etc. I loved to play with those things.
So, he told me I’d need some money. He gave me a check (a canceled check) for 100.00 and told me that should last me quite a while. This was 51 years ago.
He drove me to the train station and asked me where I wanted to go. I can’t remember where I told him. I took the canceled check up to the ticket window and asked for a ticket to where ever. The man looked at me confused and told me the check wouldn’t do.
I turned around to talk to my dad, but he was gone! I looked around, with tears in my eyes. He was hiding behind a pillar, watching me. I ran to him, crying, with outstretched arms. He snatched me up and gave me the biggest bear hug I can remember. He cried too.
Well, he drove me home. We cried most of the way. But, being the little bastard I was, I just couldn’t resist hiding on the floor of the car so my sister and mom would think I was really gone. Being the bastard he was, he let me.
A year later my mom and dad separated, then divorced.
(Sorry this is so long. More therapy for me than an interesting story for you.)
Prayers up for your brother.
Please let us know how all this turns out.
Prayers up. Please let us know how this turns out.
Prayers on the way.
Prayers up...
Thank you everyone.
He came back like I thought he would.
I posted the prayer-request a bit after dad filed a runaway report with the police... and now, about two hours later, he’s back home.
(Apparently, Dad saw him coming home while he was out driving.)
good...
good deal.
13 is tough.
Prayers for you guys.
Praise the Lord.
Love him, pray for him. (Yes, I mean your Dad and brother.)
Great news!
God is good. Thanks for updating us.
Yay, hope all the frayed nerves settle. Thank God.
We all must bear and forbear. Hard to do whether you are in your teens or in your fifties.
GREAT to hear! Thanks for letting us know!
I think it’s a GREAT story. Your dad was very wise. Sorry it didn’t work out with him and your mom. Tough on kids at that age for parents to split.
I would imagine he isn’t more than 10 miles from home, and I DO pray he returns soon. I pray that he and your dad can learn to come to an accord, probably both have much to learn. And, as others have said, 13 is a tough age for any kid. He’s lucky to have a supportive older brother, so make sure he always knows you are there for him.
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