Hunt to Belong
There is a G-d given longing implanted in us humans; that, to be a part of a group; hence gangs when teens are lacking that “something” in their lives.
Brothers are so special; I’m travelling with mine at the moment. My mother was told she couldn’t have any more children after I was born, so my red-headed sibling was quite the wonderful surprise when he arrived the summer before my sixth grade.
I can’t imagine not having him in my life; he is one of the most generous people I have ever met, and he is absolutely brilliant.
Teen, Logan Hunt hit what was perhaps his “rock bottom” waking up homeless, draped over his steering wheel. Logan had “aged out” of the foster care system after a series of homes that were a “fail”.
Through a miraculous sequence of events, he found a sister who had been adopted and was a part of a large, loving family in Rockwall, Texas. Reuniting with her, was just the first step towards his sense of belonging and happiness. This family who “prayed and stayed together” wanted Logan to become a part of them as well. So at 19 years old, Logan was chosen and adopted, joining his sister and new family; no longer leaning on a hard steering wheel for comfort.