Stories of Hope

“I am not my past!” It’s a strange thing to not remember your childhood. To literally have less than a handful of memories from before your early teens. But that’s how it is for Alicia.  Her mother was in the army and would sometimes have to travel so she and

“I’ve learned to give it all to God.” “Like a lot of teenagers, I started using drugs when I was 14 just for fun!  At the time, my friends and I were just doing drugs to have a good time.  You know that’s how it starts a lot of times. 

“They helped me become a better man.” Because of his family’s history Rudy grew up thinking he’d eventually wind up in a gang and go to prison for gang activity.  His dad, who died before Rudy was born, and most of his uncles were all gang bangers so Rudy thought

I’m finally able to look at myself with the eyes of grace… Chaos and pain found Stephanie early in life when she was sexually abused by a close relative at the age of five.  The abuse went on for five years.  When she confided in her mother, she didn’t believe

Thank you for loving your neighbor, Steven, and giving him hope for the future! Steven was born into a world of chaos. “I’ve seen a lot of violence from an early age,” he says. “Fighting and using drugs and alcohol… In my family, it became a normal way of life.”

Megan is thankful for the grace everyone has extended her! We can all heal together! If you had asked me to describe my life eight months ago, I would have said something like, “My dad killed himself. My mother never recovered from her addictions. I was bounced between homes and

The Rescue Mission has change Robbie’s life for the better Thank you to those who have impacted his life! My name is Robbie O’Neal, and this is the story of my recovery. I come from a broken home. My parents divorced when I was around 3 years of age. My

Thank you for giving Sarah a new beginning.Because of you, she has joy in her heart this Easter! Darkness, fear, and shame haunted Sarah for most of her life. From the ages of 5 to 14 she suffered beatings and abuse at the hands of her father. At times, she

“Where Healing Begins” I feel like I had a decent childhood, until I reached my early teen years. It was during this time in my life that I started hanging around people that were a bad influence on me and full of negativity. I started experimenting with drugs and alcohol,

“No Longer Hiding” My dysfunctional childhood started when I was about six or seven years old. We lived in a nice middle-class apartment home where my brother and I would split a beer with our dad. As we got older, we would sneak alcohol from the glasses of the adults