At the age of 54, I found myself homeless and almost hopeless. I was about to be released from a correctional facility when I heard about McKemie Place. They arranged for me to go there because I had nowhere else to go. I arrived in August of 2010.
I like to say that God will grant you a blessing, but you have to be in a position to receive it. At McKemie Place, I was in a position to reach out and grab that blessing when it came. Read More 
My life was so good. I had a loving husband, a steady job and my house was nearly paid off. But then, my husband died. And my employer passed away. And I had to go in the hospital. By the time I was discharged, the bank had foreclosed on our home.
I started sleeping in my car at night. Alone. I felt so unsafe, but I didn’t know what else to do. Read More
It happened to me on Christmas Eve, of all nights. I was struck by a drunk driver. It hurt so bad, the pain made it so I couldn’t even work. I was living with friends, but I couldn’t do that forever. And before long, I became homeless.
I never thought it would happen to me. Read More
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