In 2003, my sister passed away. Two years later, her 15-year-old son moved in with my wife and I. Unfortunately, his father and stepmother could not handle him anymore.
I immediately contacted my attorney the day after my wife and I picked him up at his friend’s house. With my attorneys help, I was able to enroll him in 9th grade at the local high school. Luckily, he still wound up getting credit for the year.
The next 3 years came and went, and in June of 2008, he graduated from high school. In September of that year, he entered college and went there until the age of 21. Hopefully, he’ll be able to return to school one of these days.
Now, he is in Washington State working odd jobs and trying to figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life.
I am so proud to have played such an important part in his life for those years. I wish him the best.