Earlier this week, the son of my friend Katie Granju , overdosed and was brutally beaten. Henry is 18.
Knowing the stupidity that my own teens are capable of, it seems that adolescence is, as one person earlier today put it, equivalent to the trip that baby sea turtles must take from egg to ocean. Sadly, sometimes our babies get a glimpse of a street lamp and wander off course. Sometimes, they run into predators and the outcome isn't pleasant.
Having witnessed the poor decision making of my own adolescents, and knowing some of their friends and what they have done, I think that's a great analogy.
Hold your baby turtles close, people. Tell them you love them. Forgive them their minor indiscretions with grace and patience. Don't sweat the small stuff, because, contrary to popular belief, it's not all small stuff. There's big, scary stuff out there.
And, please keep Henry, Katie and the rest of the Granju-Hickman family in your thoughts and prayers.