Dear Friends,

On a recent Tuesday while taking a break from our morning serving, long-time volunteer Mary Pleas and I sat chatting, updating each other on the goings on of various guests. “Have you seen so-and-so? What about Bob? I see that Doug is back again.” It seemed all of our responses to the inquiries were depressing: “Bob seems to have had a mental break, Doug’s housing fell apart again.” We just sat there for a while dejectedly shaking our heads. At times, it seems like our work is like watching a car wreck in slow motion: you can see something bad about to happen, can even try to stop it from happening, but often can’t do much about it. Then I piped up: “I’ve got a happy story. You know Jake, right?” Then I told her Jake’s story.