As I walked through the Probation Department reception area one day, I saw a teenage girl waiting to see her probation officer. She was probably fifteen years old and was an absolute doll. Her face still glowed with youthful, dewy innocence and she had that miraculous appearance of a child on the brink of unlimited possibilities.
I don’t know the percentage, but a certain number of juveniles remain on probation for several years. We have supervised offenders as young as 11 years old andkept them into adulthood because their continued misbehavior demanded that they remain on our caseloads. At some point many simply graduate to the adult criminal system, as if they believe that’s the way things are meant to be, and by then their faces and bodies mirror the sad, downward spiral of their lives.When these good-looking teenagers persist in their criminal lifestyles, not many grow up to be the beauties they were intended to be. Instead of blooming, they shrivel on the vine, like fragile buds struck down by a hot Spring drought. It doesn’t take long for their drug use, poor nutrition, inadequate hygiene and general defiance, to show. They end up looking worn out, older than they are and – well – beat up. All of that youthful potential is stifled as they break the law, use drugs, get drunk, behave promiscuously and refuse to better themselves.
This is something I’d like to explain to juveniles who are in trouble, but it’s not the sort of thing one can really do. I can’t exactly walk through the waiting room, spot an attractive teenager and say to him or her, “Hey, you’re really cute now, but if you keep this up, in a few years you may wind looking like the sole of a tennis shoe!” Not only would they not believe me, they would think I was the one with the problem.
Troubled teenagers have no idea how quickly they can change the course of their lives and how permanent some of the effects can be. Apart from the beating their bodies take, all of the anger and hopelessness they eventually feel will float to the surface, settle in their faces, and form an unsightly portrait of defeat.
Come to think of it, maybe that’s exactly what we should tell them.






