Discover how your support changes lives.
Read our guests’ stories and you may discover that the homeless aren’t exactly who you thought they were.
They are mothers. Fathers. Sisters and brothers. Aunts. Uncles. Grandfathers. Grandmothers. Daughters and sons. They are young. Old. High-school dropouts. College students. Veterans. And from every race and every walk of life.
They arrived at Cherry Street, hopeless and homeless, sometimes through circumstances most of us can’t imagine, but often for reasons we can imagine all too well. An extended illness that racks up insurmountable debt. A sudden cutback at work that leaves them jobless without warning. The loss of a spouse or child that rocks their world off its foundation.
But thanks to Cherry Street donors and volunteers, they have the opportunity to rebuild their lives.
Sherri had a heart attack. She had no one to turn to. She felt no one would know, (let alone care), if she was dead or alive.
If it weren’t for all of you in Cherry Street Mission and Sparrow’s Nest, I don’t know where I’d be.
A veteran who fell on hard times is getting back on track at Cherry Street.
Troy suffered short term memory loss, lost his job, and his housing. He had nowhere to turn.
To me, Cherry Street is a very helpful place. If you are homeless, and you want to make a change, Cherry Street can help you. But you have got to be willing and ready to change.
That’s the main reasons why I got into reading; so I could read the Bible.
Our Head Chef, Kary Jo, talks about the power of God and how small requests can make a BIG difference.
From guest to volunteer.
“The people at Cherry Street respect me as an individual and aren’t judging me because I like to be different.”
“It makes a difference. The staff and coaches are here to motivate you and will help you - if you want it.”
Hear Robert's story and how the Ready for Life program helped him.
For a young grandmother named April, a time of renewal and fresh start is exactly what she needed, after decades of struggling with addiction.
“I knew God was speaking to me, but I wasn’t ready to listen.”
I slowly started spiraling down again, and going through another breakdown. I knew I needed some serious help. I also knew there was no way that I had been walking the right path.
“My hurts, fears and anxieties were taking over. Drinking was a way of avoiding all that.”