“Describe a typical day of being homeless.”
“Cold. Cold, wet and hungry with no place to go.”
“How long did that go on?”
“Twenty-some years off and on. Some winters I stayed with my brother for a couple months. When it would get warm outside, I’d move on.
“I came in off the street on January 2nd, 2009. I was so cold, I couldn’t sleep. I was shivering, and about close to death. The first night I came to Stephen Center, they had to turn me down because my blood alcohol level was too high. They told me to come back the next day, so I did. That’s when I started getting help. Through Stephen Center, I got to talk to counselors. They had people that I could go talk to everyday. I talked to them, and they reassured me. They said, ‘Don’t give up. At least you’re alive. A lot of people don’t make it as far as you.’ I talked to doctors and psychiatrists. And they found out that when I was in grade school I was a special ed student. So I had special needs. I was supposed to have been getting help ever since I was in high school and it got overlooked. It got pushed under the rug.
At Stephen Center, Maggie said, ‘Danny, I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself. You gotta want to quit yourself for this to work for you.’ And that’s what I did! I just believed in it. One day at a time.”
–Danny (Shelter and PSH Client), September 2013
The first night I came to Stephen Center, they had to turn me down because my blood alcohol level was too high. They told me to come back the next day, so I did. That’s when I started getting help.