Have you ever thought about how much we let our past and our failures define us? Or maybe it’s what others say about us? Too often, even our own bad days get a vote in who we believe we are. Stuck in all that noise, it gets easy to lose sight of something simpler. Your…
In April of 2016, I was invited to a meeting in downtown Asheville that brought together leaders from Buncombe, Henderson, and Haywood counties: about 60 people representing government agencies, hospitals, and community organizations. Western Carolina Rescue Ministries was the only shelter invited to the table. During that meeting, a senior leader from Mission Hospital shared…
“Several years ago, many of us watched the rescue of thirty-three miners trapped deep underground in Chile. For seventeen days, no one knew if they were alive. Then a drill broke through, and they sent up a note: ‘We are well… the 33.’ It would take another sixty days to bring them out, one at…
My journey with drugs began early. Before I was even four years old, my parents were dealing drugs, and my brother and I were placed in foster care for six years. When my dad went to prison, it seemed like things couldn’t get harder. Growing up, I was actually the one who was against drugs….
