I was outside with no winter gear and it was -35. All I had was a shirt and jeans. Eventually, I collapsed and laid in a snowdrift. Hope Mission’s rescue van spotted my arm sticking out of the snow. They saved me, giving me food, clothes, and a warm bed. They’re helping me a lot. If it weren’t for Hope Mission, I wouldn’t be here.

I was hungry, cold, homeless. The Hope Mission rescue van picked me up and brought me to the shelter where I was given a warm meal. It was at the shelter that I felt hope again. I felt like I could take my life back. Since then, I’ve joined the women’s addiction recovery program and have been working towards sobriety!

I was homeless, out on the streets in the winter and the cold that night was unbearable. My hands and feet went numb, I couldn’t feel my toes anymore. When I got to Hope Mission, the nurses acted fast, treating my frostbite and warming me up. Later, the doctor said if it hadn’t been for them, I would’ve lost my leg. Those nurses didn’t just save my leg—they gave me hope when I had none left.

I was fleeing domestic violence. I lived in a hotel for three months, burning through my money, eating microwave meals that barely kept me going. I didn’t know where to go. Thank God I was brought to Hope Mission’s women shelter. I’m 61, and I know I wouldn’t survive on the streets. But now I’m finally safe, with good people around helping me.