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.
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.”