A Place to Be offers the hope I once needed

A Place to Be offers the hope I once needed

In 2008, I was on a three-year drinking binge. I was at rock-bottom, I was lost. I had no employment and no place to call home, so I did not care what happened to me. I slept – passed out wherever I could: clay cliffs, riverbank, stairwells, old cars, laundry rooms, and family or friends’ couches. I was homeless, I did not have any place where I could just be. Almost two decades later, I take great pride in being a part of A Place to Be: communi…