My name is Tina. My step-dad was an alcoholic. My mother tried to love me, but had no love within herself to give. We were very poor, but I was still a spoiled brat-always making trouble and wanting more. At 16, I left school, started shooting coke, and began prostituting with a much older man. Luckily I was rescued, but immediately found another abusive relationship. I had a son, and struggled through his childhood until he went to my mother's at age 9. Then I went crazy--like an animal let out of its cage. Men beat me regularly, and I used a lot of cocaine and heroin.

 My heart broke when my  mother died, and soon my son  began the street life. Horrible  depression took over me, and I  relapsed. I smoked crack like  never before and wandered the  streets until finally I cried out to  God for help. Then I ran into an  old sponsor, who got me into  detox and guided me toward the  Kingston House.

 What a relief to be here! I've  never been in a place that cares so much about other people. Now I'm praying, reading the Word, and having more good days. I'm doing it right sincerely, honestly, and letting God do the work. For the first time, I've turned my entire life to God. When I need help, I can ask, and God responds. Then it's up to me, but this house will give me everything I need. I'm forever grateful that this house gave me a second chance.