"AT ONE TIME I was living on the street, staying in abandoned houses. It was cold -- real cold -- sometimes 15 degrees. And I stayed balled up in the corner, because I didn't like the shelter."
"When I was at the shelter, I knew it wasn't me. It was so dirty, and people were going through stabbing people. When I was sleeping someone threw a bottle at my eye, and it got swollen. I was too scared to go to sleep, so I drank myself to sleep. The only way I could stay in that place was to stay drunk. I had no job and no money."
"I didn't have anyone I could talk to. And then Dr. Goetcheus came and wanted to help me. And she saved my life. If I hadn't come here [to Christ House] with her, I probably would have died in that shelter."
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