Before I got to Grandview, things were bad. I was couch surfing, hanging with the wrong people, doing whatever to get by. Life was a mess, even though I tried to act like I had it together and living good. I stole sometimes, yeah—but I never meant to hurt anyone. I just didn’t know how to live right. Couldn’t keep a job, couldn’t manage my time, couldn’t follow through on anything. I had walls up everywhere. Didn’t trust anyone. But then I started noticing how the staff at Grandview showed up—every day, same way. They really cared. That was new for me. That was a resource I didn’t even know I needed. I used to think a resource was, like, a book or a link to a website or something official. But now I see it different. A resource can be a person. A place. A feeling. It’s something—or someone—that helps. Grandview became that for me. My number one resource. |
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