Would you consider helping relative with such a severe drug problem that they lived on the streets? Could you risk having an addict stay in your home if you already knew they'd stolen from family? If crystal meth rotted a person's teeth to a point that they had to glue their front tooth in every morning, is it worth sending them to a dentist? How many opportunities do you give somebody that has been in-and-out of prison? Is there a point in which you stop trying to reunite a child with their parent? What if this person is your little sister? Charly just hadn't burned bridges with the family, she incinerated them. Coming to her rescue had morphed into the phrase "Here we go again!" It wasn't just the same bad story, but the same sad one. My parents, brother, sister, uncles, aunts and cousins all wanted to help, but it was like trying to stop a tornado. Could I look deep into Charly's eyes and find any glimmer of hope? Big brother always fixed things, but perhaps Charly had a bad core? No one supported my decision; in fact, everyone warned my happy little life would turn into total chaos. But I couldn't live with the fact of having a family member homeless. Charly's life was down to two options; go to jail or end up dead because she couldn't stop using. They say blood is thicker than water, so maybe I could make a difference.