19 Oct Day 11
In last year’s 30 Days, we dedicated two days writing about Fernando, our residential coordinator, describing the impact of his ministry....
18 Oct Day 10
I was 13 when I moved in with an older man who promised to take care of me. I was from a middle-class neighborhood, but my single mom...
17 Oct Day 9
I remember the day, four years ago, when I finally understood what it meant to be a house mother. I was only in my second month at Hope...
16 Oct Day 8
Yesterday you read about how Philip overheard Roberta consoling one of our boys, named Jorge, by sharing her own painful account of...
15 Oct Day 7
“It’s okay,” consoled Roberta as she put her arm lovingly around Jorge. “I was found in a garbage can too.” I was shocked. She’s a peer in every regard, one of...
14 Oct Day 6
Celso was turning 18 in September. Three years of time and effort invested in him seemed to have been in vain. We’d done everything we could ...
13 Oct Day 5
He’s not with us right now. I don’t know where he is. It keeps me awake at night. What’s odd is the first time I met him, I didn’t want him on the...
12 Oct Day 4
“The fire, it’s burning my legs! I can’t see! Help me! I need to get to my mother!” They called me out of a meeting. Bea was having a nervous breakdown. She’s been with us five years. One of the most ...
11 Oct Day 3
I can’t think about Jonas, our autistic resident, without smiling. No one can. He’s been on the Mountain longer than any other student. At 21, he’s seen children come and go, but ...
10 Oct Day 2
Sometimes we get a call from a different jurisdiction asking us to take a kid. Youth authorities in our city frown on it for obvious reasons...