Joe' story
So Hope House to me, I've had someone
else explain it to me and I feel like
it's the best way to really visualize
it, was kind of an adult timeout, right?
So I got to come here and essentially
just have nothing else to do but work on
myself. I didn't have to worry about
bills or responsibilities or work as
much as I may have wanted to do it. I
got to just focus on myself. Most
mornings I woke up and my only concern
was did I have group that day and what
time I needed to be there and and that
was it. I got to read my spirituality,
focus on step work with my sponsor
and just read my recovery literature. It
just gave me the breathing room to not
only heal from what I may have done in
my past, but to then start setting the
stage to plan for future events. It's
it's almost hard to put into words
because there's almost nothing like it.
It's to say it's a recovery house is to
not do it justice because it's much more
than that. It's not it's not a place for
just people who are in recovery. That's
not how it started and that's not what
it continues to be. It may have expanded
in that role, but it's a place for
someone to come in for whatever reason.
They have nowhere else to go. They've
isolated themselves from their family.
they were maybe kicked out for whatever
reason, but it's a place where Father
Frank and and I mean the hundreds of
people that contribute to it just
welcome you with open arms and give you
the resources and the tools to better
yourself whether it's mentally,
emotionally, recovery based, physically
to an extent. It's a place that gives
you the breathing room, the time and the
resources to set yourself up for
success. I mean, the the biggest thing
for me was
when I first came to Hope House, I had
gotten arrested. I was facing some
serious charges, and I I felt the lowest
of the low. You know, I I had committed
a robbery, and and I just did not feel
deserving of care, affection, love, and
empathy. Christmas morning, walking into
the senior lounge and just finding it
packed just full of gifts, monetary
value aside and all that, but just the
fact that someone who I was essentially
a stranger to not only welcomed me into
their home, right, because he lived
there with us, his room was just right
down the hallway from mine, but gave us
a loving Christmas, a Christmas Eve
dinner, Christmas Eve mass, a Christmas
morning full of presents. I mean, that's
what you think of when you think of
hopefully what your childhood was with
your parents and Christmas morning.
That's what he gave us. And and most of
us come into Hope House feeling like
we're the lowest of the low and that
that's the thing that we probably think
we deserve the least at that moment. And
he freely gives it to us. It was just
astonishing.