I've been scared a lot in life, but only one thing has left such fearful, indelible impressions on my mind. That is experiencing and living inside the third world reality that families like mine endure and fight against. Loving someone who is unaware of his broken brain, who lunges like a speeding train toward the horrors imposed by a society that is neglectful and uncaring. Today, and many days, I feel fearful and afraid. I can't erase the ugly nightmares along the road of losing Josh, nor the suffering of other families. Lord, have mercy on us all.
Anne writes: This is the last day I saw Josh smile. Delusions of grandeur prevailed in his mind. It was the next day that police took him into custody. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter of incarceration and solitary confinement that ended in his death in prison 19 months later.