A couple of months back I was upset an had to vent. So much had happened to my daughter and her family; I was ready to explode being in another state and unable to help in any way. My grandson's bike had been stolen and it was his only escape for the tension in his life. (then they stole his cell phone, go figure, but that can be replace more cheaply, and then his pick up was broken into and speakers, etc stolen; all from a young man whose family felt their lives were threatened and up and moved to Montana unprepared and ended up in a shelter until the house they bought cleared escrow. ) Well, GOOD NEWS, he got his bike back yesterday. He couldn't be happier. I told him to be patient it took God time to work, but it didn't stop him from being upset. I am so happy for him I could burst. When you've had a life like theirs, small things can mean so much. Thanks for listening when I needed it.