He was on his way home when his uncle saw him and brought him home. His story is that he was in the woods the whole time. I held him for several minutes. He smelled too clean to have been in the woods in 80+ degree weather for 2 days. So as soon ai had a minute where no one would overhear, I told him I have been where he's at. (I was a repeat runaway) I told him that I knew he wouldn't tell where he was. He said he would never tell. I told him if he EVER felt like he had to get away for a while, please just call me. I promised him that no matter where I was or what I was doing, I would be there. He promised he would never do it again. I am hoping that him seeing his house and yard full of people searching for him and his picture all over facebook, knocked some sense into him. I am going to wait a few days, and try to talk to his mom and see if she will let me pick him up and maybe take him out to eat or something, and let me talk to him. But since I did tell her that he had expressed an interest in coming to live with me, I am not sure that she will be okay with that. I can only hope.
I just want to thank you all again. For your prayers and support. I think this pain was worse than the last visit 14 years ago. At least then I could comfort myself with the fact that he was being taken care of. The last day and a half were torture, not knowing where he was. And when I saw him get out of the truck perfectly safe, I had to bend over double and take deep breaths to keep from paying out or throwing up! I even called my Mama to apologize for my teen years!