We know every child on the street in Maseru. We also know those who were once kids - now young adults - still living on the streets. We love these ones, too, and they love us. 

Over time, we have seen their numbers dwindle, but a solid cadre remains, too lethargic and weary from a life on the street. It is hard to watch some young men progress and some refuse to budge. Every one of them hates the street. Most have hated it enough to let us help. 

On my last visit to the largest hangout, we lifted weights together and as I was leaving I told them that I don't want to go to their funerals. They should be coming to mine. The simple truth is that being on the streets ends in prison or death.