“Hermana! You will take me to church tonight right?” He asked me Thursday morning. I smiled and gave him a high five. Three months ago he left the rehabilitation center and went back to the streets. He now had a chance to go talk with the director about going back. A few short hours later I passed by the street corner and saw him with three bottles of glue. One in each pocket and one pressed against his nose. “Lord Jesus have mercy!” I prayed. My heart sank as I saw the darkn