Well said Lizzie! Your neighbourhood is truly blessed to have you as a resident. As a teacher many years ago, I was often given the 'naughty ones' and 'difficult' children as I seemed to be able help them to settle and make progress, with firmness and fairness. We had fun too. But I always silently in my heart called them 'The Unloved', because usually that is what they were. They didn't have the stable, loving and caring parents that the 'better' ones did. And, as you say, many were seething with anger inside, or (worse) filled with an apathetic despair. I could see it all, but of course I was limited in what I could do for them.