Eighteen now, he was living at the homeless shelter. He left home to get away from an abusive stepfather. Once out the door, dumb choices and bad luck landed him at the shelter. I asked if going home might be better than the shelter. Very clearly not. He was on his own now, there was no way he would return. Life’s not easy at the shelter but he found hope there. He was off the street, working toward permanent housing and enrolled in the G.E.D. program. Sometimes, hope is all we have. Sometimes, hope is all we need.