Let me tell you about a few of them. Mike? He went crazy. His mind split open. Bill? Killed himself a few years later. Tony, Charles, Ali? Overdosed. The list is endless. The kids who became my friends because we found a haven and refuge? Most of them didn’t survive. Even though they found a place they were a little loved, safe, allowed to just exist for the first time. They didn’t survive because by that time, they were already too wounded. Too broken. Too damaged.