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Homecoming - A One Way Trip

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By Glenn Hansen

"Now what's going on?" I thought as we swung into the drive. There were too many people in the house for 11 o'clock on a Friday night. Usually my daughter and her friends would have been long gone. Concern mounted as I entered the back door and found worried faces hovering around the phone. Cigarette smoke hung stale in the air.

"Dad, I gotta talk to you," Nancy whispered. Her face was ashen, hands trembling. "Hugh's on the phone and wants to talk to you or Mom but I gotta talk to you first."

She motioned me into the utility room away from the others. "I don't know how to put this ... ah ... well. Jerry's dead! Hugh found him when he got back to the motel. The police are there now. He OD'd." In two strides I had the phone in hand while Nancy took her mom aside.

Jerry

Within minutes we were on the way to the motel. For over a decade we had been "Ma" and "Dad" to many kids trying to cope with life. Some made it. Some didn't. Most never decided to make the effort.

Jerry Schnidt had come home from California to be with us, his surrogate family, to start his life over and to search for his adoptive parents.

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