Patrick Drennen's Story
When I was a child, my family lost our home. Tragically we had nowhere to go. The Mission took us in just before Christmas and gave us a place to sleep, food to eat, and nice clothes people had donated. Sometimes at work, I'll overhear people talking about the people that live at the Mission Outreach and why they don't want to hire them. I always stop them and ask if they have ever been homeless or know anyone that has been homeless. Usually the answer is no or they're all on drugs. Then, I tell them my story. It is a sad story of fear and embarrassment as a child. It is a story of how I was ridiculed for living there, but the story was never meant to be about me. The story was about people not caring enough to listen to others cry for help. It was about the people that saved my life and gave my family a fighting chance. Now, I am about to finish my college degree and worked my way to be a leader in the Army, but I owe every bit of where I am to the people that opened their doors, turned our lives around, and gave us hope and a second chance.