We first became homeless when I was 12.
When I was 15, I ran away because of circumstances beyond my control. I moved from friend’s house to friend’s house, but stayed in school because I felt like it was my only way out. My grades were good and it seemed like one of the few things I was proud of. My uncle told me about the Masonic Home when I was 16 and I decided to go. I look back on that decision and realize what a miracle it was for me to be accepted into a place that truly stands in as the type of parents I had always needed, but never really had. Today, I am about to earn my Master’s Degree in Mental Health Counseling, have a wonderful family and a full-time job working with troubled youth.
Angela (Class of 2002)