It was a bitterly cold and windy day when William came through the Mission doors hoping for a meal . . .
It was a bitterly cold and windy day when William came through the Mission doors hoping for a meal . . .
It was a bitterly cold and windy day when William came through the Mission doors hoping for a meal . . .
Shackled by an addiction he could not overcome, Isaac called our city streets home for six long, painful years.
It was a cold January day when he finally came through the Mission doors. He was freezing, starving, and desperate to change his life.