Last night my son sent me a text that said "I'm hungry". It was late and he either thought I was going to open the door for him or he was just playing me another guilt card...( I'm catching on to the guilt game he likes to play ). At first I told him we had some wings leftover from dinner then looked at the clock and told him it was late and he'd have to go to a shelter and knock on the door for a sandwich. I called this shelter and briefly spoke to the guy who was on watch that night. I wanted to know what the option was for my son and now that I know he has a place he can go I feel so much better. The guy said if my son knocks on the door he could give him a sandwich and to have my son call this 800 # to get on their waiting list which should only take a couple of weeks to get in. They have 20 guys in the program and they are given case workers, help them get employment etc. etc. it's a good shelter ran by caring people that really want to help the guys but one problem...they drug test. Now the ball is in my sons court, I guess it always has been. My son didn't know he had any options other than my nosy friend up the street and a 6-9 month strict addiction rehab center for guys with serious addictions that they want to help themselves. My son of course doesn't feel he has a problem so that's out. I told my son there are soup kitchens etc. of course the main soup kitchen is one that is in the center of the worst neighborhood in the city. I mean the kind where people are shot almost everyday. Some by simply getting shot in the way of gunfire. terrible place for a kitchen for the homeless but I guess that's where a large majority of the homeless live. So anyhow I found this other shelter, not in a dangerous neighborhood and my son has a car so transportation isn't difficult ( not at the moment anyhow ). Again they drug test, my son has to quit the weed now in order to do anything in life, getting a job...anything it seems. He never texted me back. I'd like to add that I'm getting pretty angry at my son right now knowing these options are available to him and that he is choosing not to get help. I feel it is our job as parents to at least inform these kids about their options, that help is out there. Not to make the calls for them , but to give them the # to call. It makes me feel better anyway. So...how hungry is my son? I'm realizing he must not be that hungry. Am I right?