Back to School
Read an amazing story from our youth Brooke. We are blessed that we have the opportunity to care for Brooke. God is moving in her life and thanks to you, you are making the difference.
When I saw the shoebox, I told myself “don’t get excited, it might not be shoes. I’ve never had new shoes before.”
Back to school clothes are expensive, and I need your help.
You see I grew up poor, like real poor. My mom was addicted to drugs, and I would have to steal food to keep my siblings and me fed. Many days we were given one can of Ravioli to split between us.
Because I was raised by a drug addict, all of my clothes were hand-me-downs. Not nice hand-me-downs, but worn out and stained clothes. I also didn’t have a mom that cared enough about me to make sure I was bathing and brushing my teeth.
Thanks for being the mom that my mom couldn’t be.
When I went to school, I was dirty and wore grease-stained clothes that didn’t exactly fit my body. It was embarrassing, and I hated school. I just wanted to fit in.
By sending $185.00 for new school clothes, I will be able to fit in for the first time in my life. You will be giving me the confidence that I long for.
Because of neglect, I was moved to my dad’s house.
Stealing food became a survival skill, so I couldn’t stop. The fear of one day not having food again completely terrified me. My dad punished me by locking me in the basement, boarding up the windows and giving me a five-gallon bucket to use as a restroom. Sometimes he would feed me one peanut butter and jelly sandwich a day, but most days it was lettuce and water.
I felt unwanted and unloved. Actually, my dog was treated better than me.
One day my dad accused me of stealing. He threw me against the wall, strangled me and beat me over and over again.
The next day, my teacher reported my bruises. I tried to convince her that I just got into a fight, because all I could think of were my dad’s threats.
“If you call DHS, you better bring an ambulance too, because I will hurt you worse.”
When the social worker came to the door, I heard my dad say, “Just take her.”
Those words hurt, but now I know it was all a part of God’s plan. You see, you were also a part of my life beginning to change.
Thank you for being the dad, that my dad couldn’t be.
I was placed in multiple foster homes over the next couple of months before coming to the Methodist Children’s Homes. I love it here! They had a welcome party for me, and I got my own bed.
I know that you provided all of this for me. You stepped in when my parents couldn’t. You have already shown me that you care. Will you step in one more time and provide me and my friends with school clothes?
Later that day, I got a shoebox. I told myself, “don’t get excited,” it might not be shoes. Because… I’ve never gotten new shoes before.
When I opened the box I was so excited!!! They were brand new bright purple tennis shoes with bright white shoelaces. The exact ones I have been dreaming of! I could hardly breath. To think that you cared enough about me to notice that I needed new shoes for school blew me away.
Now school is just 2 weeks away and I am in desperate need of new clothes to go with my new shoes. By sending $185.00, I will never have to wear greased-stained clothes again.
You have made the difference in my life.
Because of you I have a safe home – where I never have to worry about going hungry again.
And, the best news of all is: When I went to camp this summer, I accepted Christ as my Savior. All the abuse and neglect in my life led me here, to MCH where, because of you, I was able to attend camp and learn about my Savior.
Saying “thank you” just doesn’t seem like enough. You provide so much for me.
Youth at Methodist Children’s Homes