Ah, those darling damsels in distress.
I can’t get enough of them. Then there are days when I wish they’d think first. Just for once! 🙂
When I do work as a public defender, many of the people I represent are girls between the ages of 12 and 17.
Some are kids who were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Others are kids who make rotten choices when it comes to friends.
Some girls are devastated having spent a night in jail.
Some think it’s cool that they’ve spent some time in a juvenile detention centre.
And for a few sad cases, they don’t mind being in custody because the group home they’re housed in is a heck of a lot better than life at home. These girls are in no hurry to leave.
On the odd occasion, a brush with the law does the job and the kids straighten themselves up. Too few. Too far between.
For all of their nonsense, I really do enjoy helping these young people. I just wish they’d smarten up.