I used to be a prostitute. And then, one night, I met a Catholic priest who changed my life forever. Father Ramirez didn't preach at me like most religious people do. Instead, he asked me about myself and what got me into prostitution. He sat and listened as I shared my story and not once …
Amos’ Story
People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes - Sheila McKechnie My name is Amos. I became homeless because an untreated bipolar disorder. I lost my job and ended up on the streets. I was afraid to go to a shelter because I heard so many stories of how dangerous …
Sherry’s Story
I want to tell somebody but who will believe me? Who will believe that the man who uses me for a punching bag is one of New York's finest? I'm just a former exotic dancer who had the misfortune of getting hooked up with the wrong man. I guess I was flattered by the attentions …
Janco’s Story (Part Two)
Five years have passed since I took Nasha to the shelter for street children. A lot has happened within that time. I'm still handing out tracts but now I'm a Youth leader in my church. My Mother is back home and she hasn't touch a drink since she checked into the Drug and Alcohol Rehab …
Claude’s Story
I'm sitting in the café which I frequently go to because I love their Latte when I can feel that someone is staring at me. I turn my head and my eyes meet those of a very beautiful African American woman. As we lock eyes for what seemed like eternity, I debate whether or not …
An Invitation
"So, what are your plans this weekend?" Vihaan asked Leona Friday morning when she was at her desk having a cup of hot chocolate. His question caught her by surprise. It was the first time since she had been his secretary that he had asked her such a personal question. She pondered it for a …
Notes to Women 