New fields of endeavor for his boys opened themselves to John Bosco. Homeless children, many of whom found an undesired home in its squalid prisons, Kabale. They had to be saved before they fell!

Again, a little boy started the ministry. One stormy night in 2007, as John Bosco and his mother were still awake and working, a timid knock came at their door. As John Bosco opened it, there he stood, tiny and dripping wet, scared, starved, blinking in the light.

“Please,” he whined. “I’m hungry. Can I come in?”

As he devoured a bowl of steaming soup, he told his story: his mother had just died, the farm was taken over by creditors, and he was alone in the world.

“He’ll stay with us, “John Bosco stated.

“But where will he sleep?” Mary asked.

“If necessary, we’ll sling a basket from the ceiling for a bed!” laughed John Bosco. The boy laughed too.