I recently read a book by a gentleman I work with occasionally who is a psychologist. He writes about the life of his adopted son both before the adoption when he was in and out of foster homes, and after the adoption. The story is enlightening regarding the 'system' certain kids are entered into for various reasons, none of which are their fault. Mostly, reading this story really made me thankful for the home, family, neighbourhood, and schools I grew up in.