“When I aged out of the foster system, I had nothing to my name and no prospects. All I had was rage, and it wasn’t long before I found myself entangled with the wrong crowd. At that point, it felt like the only way to survive and numb the pain was to be rowdy and fool around with a bunch of delinquents.” James sighed heavily.
“At first, it was just petty thefts and other small-time stuff. But as time went on, I got deeper into trouble. The crowd I hung out with started getting into bigger crimes, and I found myself in the middle of it all. We got into brawls and did things I’m not proud of. I was angry and lost, and it seemed like the only way to feel any control over my life.”