I wasn’t planning to stay in Kokomo. I was just passing through, on my way somewhere else . . . but I guess God had other plans.
I’ve battled alcoholism since I was a teenager, and it finally caught up with me in Kokomo. I had a breakdown, and ended up in the hospital. The doctor said my liver was in bad shape, and I’d be dead in two weeks if I kept drinking.
I had spent much of the last 20 years homeless, always on the move, never settling down. And always with a bottle. But the trip to the hospital made me take a long, hard look at my life, and I decided I wanted to change.
Someone recommended I try the Kokomo Rescue Mission. That was almost a year ago, and it’s been the best decision I’ve ever made.
They’ve helped me in so many ways, especially getting back on my feet and getting my priorities back in line. I’m paying off some old debts, and I’m restoring some broken relationships.
If it weren’t for the Kokomo Rescue Mission, I’d probably be in jail or still out on the streets. Now I have hope for the future.