When I lived in Fort McMurray, Alberta, I took in stray teens...those whose parents kicked them out. Child welfare did not like it....said maybe they needed to learn the hard and their parents kicked them out for a reason. I told them to go f*ck themselves....which is funny considering I was doing contracts for them at the time. Kids do not learn by being on the street. I had one named Paul Turner. He grew up and got into some heavy drugs but turned his life around. His mother died from alcohol poisoning when he was twelve. I just found out he died from alcohol poisoning. I loved him very much. This is hard for me. I found out tonight. Oh Paul!