As some of you know I have two homeless sons living in their cars. Approx. two months ago I stopped financially enabling both of them. I'm still not speaking with older son because of his verbal abuse .The younger son (26) was being "enabled" by ex-husband after I stopped. However, since the severe decline in his health mentally and physically ex has stopped giving YS money too. The beginning of Sept. YS got a $186 ticket for open alcohol container in his car. He called me to ask if I could take care of it or he'd lose his license by end of this month. I remained firm and told him I was sorry but I was not able to help. Oddly, enough I didn't receive any confrontation but did block him intermittently afraid he's start hounding me. Yesterday, I received a text asking me if he gave me the cash if I'd pay his ticket (he doesn't have a bank account). He's been working at a pizza place and last week worked 55 hours and this week 40 hours. They allow him to make anything for himself to eat at no cost. I met him for lunch today and he "seemed" to be doing well. He still suffers from ADHD and PTSD and is smoking and drinking a bit (Open alcohol containers in car ) but I have to say I can hardly believe he's working and seems to be happy about it. He said they like him and they don't know he's homeless. There's still so much more of course that has to happen to clean up his life and mental health but I'm am so grateful that when his back was against the wall that he didn't just give up. Just thought I'd share my nugget of happiness, which is scary to enjoy because I'm afraid it may not keep going in the right direction. I wish I didn't have to "hold back" on my joy of his getting a job but I'm cautiously optimistic.