Had a guy in the office who has had a hard life. Two incarcerations and a meth user. Not much you can do for them because meth is devastating to the pleasure sensors of the brain. He came in the office with the usual tale of woe and I listened to it for some time. He mentioned he had been bounced around as a child and I confirmed that our family was a foster friendly family. I began telling him of Brent and how he turned out as apposed to being an Anderson. He burst into tears and said, "That's ME."  He was covered in tats, had the prison politeness, and well polished story. But at the story of Brent, he totally fell apart. 

I want to applaud you all who take the time to care for biological and non-biological children. You are keeping them from the certain hell they would live without you!