I came to Buckner Jan 1958 and graduated May 1960. Buckner was not an easy place to live, but it was certainly far better than what I had been doing for the last several months and that was being on my own, traveling around the country, trying to stay out of the way of the police since I was basically a vagrant. I left my "family" in May 1956 and roamed from Kansas to Washington to Ohio to Texas. I was picked up in west Texas for not being in school, and since the state didn't now what else to do with me, contacted Buckner Home and they took me in. In my situation, Buckner was a port in the storm. It was a place to "relax" as I was able to sleep in the same bed for those years, got 3 meals a day, worked in the radio station, and finished my education... well, it put me on the track to go to college, which I had never dreamed possible for a kid like me. Every kid who lived at the Home campus has a different story, but one thing is for sure... they all learned something while they were there. Some of us learned quickly and others were slow to learn, but those lessons carried us forward into adulthood and I believe all of us became better people due to those lessons.