There is a Reason

There is a reason for me telling the story I did in my last series of posts.
I will get to that in a bit.
After my son's empassioned pleas, I brought him back to the US and found him a place in a treatment facility.
Before that, though, I talked briefly with my father, who told me that my son's father and stepmother, together with my father, had decided not to help my son anymore. He told me that they had decided that my son needed to do this "all by himself." Their primary concern was that I no longer help the boy out financially.
I listened to what he said, and did what I felt was right, that is, I helped my son as much as I could, in every way, including financially. To my own detriment, but that isn't the point.
The point is that he needed help. He needed someone still willing to give him a chance. He needed money. So I gave him some and I loaned him more....

I do not believe that to be the most selfish thing I have ever done.

Granted, it made me feel better to help him as much as I could, and even more than I could.
But I would have felt better not having to do so. Or not having it make such a difference in my financial life.

I did what I needed to do.

I believe that I did the right thing.