Next weekend Bobby was in the yard as it started to rain.  He saw that the tops were not on the Camero. He had been told that he was not to touch anything on the cars. We had too much invested in them to have them screwed up.  The were completely off limits. Bobby not caring about rules, went on to put the tops on the car. When Terry realized that it had started to rain, went outside. Just in time to see Bobby slide the top across the hood of the car. Terry hollered at him, which in turn Bobby slid the glass top across the twice more.

Terry was coming unglued quick. There was not a scratch on his car. Now the top of the car had at least twenty scratches about six inches long each. And every one was down to the metal. Terry told Bobby to go into the house and stay there, and if he ever touched on e of the cars again that he would regret it.

We were unable to get Bobby back to school. Because of the crime that sent him to training school, made him a hazard to the other kids.  So they refused re-enrollment. I took it all the way to the School Superintendent. Still they refused to allow him back into school. So after speaking with someone at family court I tried the Alternative School. They told me that they had no spaces left available and that he would have to wait until they did. So they put him on the list with six other kids waiting to get in. I called the Truancy Officer for the county and informed them that he was not in school and the reasons why. She made a note of the reasons and said I wouldn't have problems with him being picked up for truancy. She also recommended that I have him volunteer somewhere to keep him off the streets during the day. That way there was less of a chance of him being picked up.

There was a nursing home on my way to work.  So I called and talked to the head of recreation department to see if they would allow a child of his age and problems to volunteer. They said they would but that the first time there was any trouble, he would be history.

So on my way to work I would drop him off and would pick him up on my way home. This seemed to be working out.  They enjoyed having him around, and the residents seemed to had taken a real liking to him. I thought finally we had hit on something right. This would keep him busy until we could get him back in to school.

About a month later he showed up at my office at work. I asked what he was doing there.  He told me that him and one of the workers had got into an argument and that he had quit. I'm thinking wonderful... he now has nothing to do during the day. Later that evening I called the lady that supervised Bobby and asked what had happened. She explained that Bobby had been caught in a patient room going through the drawers for something.  But this particular patient was unable to speak due to a stroke and had shown no abilities to communicate with anyone for the last year.  When he was confronted, Bobby had taken a nasty attitude and had cussed at everyone present. She told im that if he was going to act that way then he was no longer needed or wanted there. And she had him escorted out of the building.

I apologized for his behavior. She said it wasn't my fault the way he had acted. They had seen the nice side of him and knew that he could behave. We said our good-byes and hung up the phone.