ONE OF THE THINGS I took for granted as a child (and teenager) was the thoughtfulness of adults around me.
I had a good home with involved and loving parents, but there was this circle of people – extended family, friends and neighbours, who made sure, each in their own way, that kids in their midst were OK.
If I ever forgot my keys, a neighbour would open their home to me and they’d offer a meal too, if I was hungry. My family did the same for other kids in the neighbourhood. Like I said, it’s easy to take it for granted.
Two days ago, as I was driving home, I saw three young people, not connected to each other as they were on different streets, looking disheveled and as if they did not belong to anyone.