Okay so, for those of you who read my last post regarding my daughter getting on the bus with a kitchen knife in her pocket to go meet a friend of the gang members she had previously argued with. Here is the update: Well the brain that she is, didn't believe it was a set up as I had told her it would be. Guess who was right??? She gets off the bus and the guy is waiting for her as she expected. They hang out for a little while and then he makes up some excuse to borrow her knife, he threw it. Thank God for small favors!!! If he didn't do that it would have been a whole lot worse than it was. He then brought 3 girls to fight my daughter. First he wanted them to fight one on one, I guess he didn't expect what happened next.....My daughter beat each girl up!!! When they realized they couldn't get her one on one, they of course jumped her. She calls me from "Staples", as soon as I saw Staples on my caller ID I knew it wasn't good!!! I answer and she ever so calmly tells me she was jumped and beat up, well of course I panic, I'm screaming and crying, begging her to get the "bleep" home!!! She comes home, not a mark on her. I tell you, that girl is brazen, she is a tough kid!! As soon as she gets home she gets right on the phone to make plans to get her friends and go back down to the Bronx to get revenge. At this point I am in pure panic mode, pleading with her to use her head and make a better choice. Telling her she is going to end up dead. She doesn't care, she said she is going and there is just nothing I can do about it. OH YES THERE IS!!! So, all night I worried, couldn't sleep, I just knew I was soon going to be at her funeral. I started leaving messages on everyone's phone, social worker, therapist, DSS worker, case manager, supervisors, everyone I could think of. The next morning I start calling again. Finally with the help of her therapist who called the crisis team and explained my daughter's history and dangerous risky behavior she has been displaying, they agree to come. However normal protocol is to evaluate the child in the home and determine if he/she is unstable at that time. The therapist and I both pleaded with them, to just take her to the hospital and push for an admittance as we were afraid she would end up dead. So my poor daughter was totally caught off guard, she woke up to about 10 cops, 2 paramedics and the crisis team in our kitchen. It was the hardest thing I have ever done as she was so blind sided. Usually she is expecting it as I have called the cops several times in the past but usually she is in a rage. This time she had no idea. I was shaking uncontrollably, crying and trying my hardest not to vomit on anyone's feet. I had to ride up with her in the ambulance, she berated me and hit me the whole time. Truthfully, I don't care if she hates me for the rest of my life as long as she is still breathing!!! So I truly feel as though I saved my daughter's life yesterday. So now she is in the hospital safe and very, very angry. My sister and I went up to see her today and she cursed us out for an hour. I know I did the right thing. I hate like hell that I have to make these tough decisions, but what else was I supposed to do. Oh and after calling everyone's supervisor I finally got them to agree to put her back in residential, after a few arguments of course. So, now we just have to wait for the court date. I am going to fight like hell to keep her in the hospital until then. I also found out that I can fight for her to remain in placement until she is 21!!! I am sure it will be an uphill battle, but I will fight it all the way. Thanks so much for all of your thoughts and hugs and advise, it really does help. I will keep you all posted. God bless.