A New Beginning is What Randolph Wanted Most!
Randolph was hungry when he came through the Mission doors. We sat with him while he ate a good hot $1.95 meal, provided by a caring donor like you, and listened as he told us about the poor decisions and good-time friends who’d put him on the wrong path in life.
He says, “I picked up my first drink when I was 19 years old, and it grew from there. It was peer pressure. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd, and I knew it was getting out of hand.”
Later, as an honorably discharged veteran, Randolph wanted to pursue his goals, but addiction derailed his hopes and dreams. “I separated myself from my family because of guilt and embarrassment,” he says. “I slept in the park—under the bridge, behind buildings—and ate out of garbage cans. It was degrading to wonder where you’re going to get your next meal.”
That’s when we told Randolph that new beginnings happen at DRMM every day—even to him!
“DRMM welcomed me with open arms,” Randolph says. “They showed me love, and they showed me tough love, too. They point you in the right direction and help you with skills, trades, jobs, and education. They have Bible study, church, a choir, and they’ve helped me grow spiritually. They helped me talk with my family—who forgave me with open arms.
“The Mission is all about love, faith, and spiritual guidance. They give me inspiration and keep me focused.”
Randolph has heartfelt words of thanks to caring friends and donors who’ve helped him to get a fresh start in life. He says, “I appreciate your love and all that you contribute. Don’t stop donating because there are people here who need you, people who don’t have anybody to love them but the Mission.”
This is a crazy time in our city, with so many hurting and in desperate need of help. On behalf of Randolph and so many other men and women in your community who urgently need meals, help, and hope to rebuild a broken life, please make a generous gift now!
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“I slept in the park—under the bridge, behind buildings—and ate out of garbage cans. It was degrading to wonder where you’re going to get your next meal.”
