Destiny
It was a hot, lazy, late-summer day in August when I walked into Detroit's Department of Human Services. Fans were whirring as secretaries typed under the fluorescent lighting. I was led by the Program Director to the very last cubicle and told to sit. "You'll meet with the kids in a second," she said with a slight smile, more curious than impressed. I could only imagine what she must have been thinking. What would a preppy rich kid from Saline be doing Downtown? Helping? Yeah, he'll be here for a couple of weeks and then bail. I've seen it all before.