"I remember so vividly, it seems an eternity ago, when my wife and parents left me homeless. I was scared to death so I tried the mission only to find I’m not welcome in that community. I came back here and tried NA and AA meetings begging for help on food and shelter. They’d always say, “just keep coming back, stay clean”. Well that was easy. So I went in and out of psych places becoming more and more depressed. At meetings I’d get ignored unless by females who I wouldn’t go home with because I didn’t want to use anymore. I forgot what it is like to be a dad, to have a home, to have someone hug me and care. Day after day, night after night I’d ask God to send me an angel. Just when I started to give up on hope there appeared all of you. You put up with my mental illnesses, when hungry you fed me, when thirsty you gave me drink, you clothed me and sheltered me. The meaning of Jesus’ words in Mathew 25. You brought hope to my hopelessness, you made me feel worthy when I felt worthless. Most of all for the first time in a longtime I felt cared for and have hope.