April 20, 2014
By Carol H., Mercy Associate
In the chill of an early spring morning, I went to visit children living in our transitional apartments. They had come to our shelter after a journey of survival. Through the eyes of a mother addicted to drugs, they had seen and had known violence. During the month with us, the mother had made real changes in her life, feeling for the first time a sense of support.
A few weeks earlier, I remember passing by the apartment from which they had been evicted and the children had shown me their wet clothes piled on the street. The smallest child had reached for my hand and said, “My teddy bear is under there somewhere.” These children had not experienced childhood, only the confusion of survival. I looked at their four beautiful faces and saw the collective wisdom of their feelings. They had replaced their feelings of despair with determination, their futility with faith, and the helplessness with hope. Read More