We hold them in our heart.

We hold them in our heart. They were once part of us and forever shall be. Some came angry. Some came scared. Some came sad. Others came hurt. Some came confused. They all came. All carried their own private burdens.

For a little while we shared their lives. We cared for them. We took care of their wounds. We cried with them. We taught. We laughed with them. We planted seeds to germinate later. We became part of their lives. They became part of ours.

Like every chick from the beginning of creation, there came a time for them to leave. Some grew strong. Leaving was a natural progression of their growth. Some found comfort in the familiar. We coaxed them to the edge of the nest and encouraged them to try the larger world. A few found the edge before we were ready. They took the leap on their own. No matter. All in their own way entered the world changed by those of us who shared the journey with them.

Like your children…like my children, they call. They come back. Sometimes they do not call as soon or as often as we might like to hear from them. When they reach out, they have things to say. A degree received. Advice remembered. A wrong done to them. A marriage celebrated. A kindness recalled. Children born. A loss. A job obtained. They share their successes and seek solace for their hurts. We rejoice at hearing from them.

They are why we exist. We hold them in our heart.

Randall J. Rider,   President & CEO

 At Crossroad we say, “Once a Crossroad kid, always a Crossroad kid.”  If you ever received services here, we’d love to hear from you.

 

 

 

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