Stories of Changed Lives

Cory Newman had lived on the streets of Raleigh for several months when an eye infection became too painful to ignore. She headed for Wake Medical Center where they treated her eye, then referred her to Raleigh Rescue Mission’s Community Medical Respite Program where we could monitor her progress. “I used [drugs] the night before I came into the Mission,” she admits.

As Trina Iverson surveyed the scene in front of her, she realized it was a far cry from the happy home she'd envisioned for herself and her 5-yearold daughter, Eliza. Her aunt lay passed out on the couch after a night of drinking. And Trina herself felt sick after smoking marijuana and drinking all night.

Anthony Burrows and his wife had been through a lot in 27 years. They'd raised a daughter and son, held each other through family deaths and traveled the country together. But the couple also shared a drug addiction that eventually tore them apart.

Anthony is in a hurry. A resident in Raleigh Rescue Mission’s Life Plan Program since December 2006, he manages a shipping store, is pursuing a career in law enforcement and must also meet the requirements of our recovery program.

“Mama was religious and dad was a drunk,” Steve Lane, 57, says flatly. “My dad beat me all the time. There was always liquor in the house and I started drinking when I was 11.”

It starts in such a simple way.  A drink or two, an experiment with this drug and that.  Then suddenly the years have passed—youth is gone and so are family, friends and the trust they once had in you.

Jerry Bridges dragged his 98-pound frame out of his chair and tottered across the floor.  Three steps later he collapsed from exhaustion.  Frightened, he called a friend who took him to the hospital.  Later, a doctor told him, “God must really love you.  You had about three more days to live.”

Chris Gilland hops from pipe to ledge as he shows off his old digs under a Raleigh bridge.  Cheerfully, he tells of surviving freezing temperatures, doing odd jobs for food and drugs, staying upbeat in anything but upbeat circumstances.

Sharry sat in the midst of her family, breathing in the smell of her new grandbaby.  The conversation revolved around her sister’s teaching, her brother’s writing, her son’s growing family.  As Sharry listened, she prayed silently, “Help me God or let me die.”

Andy Carlson always knew he wanted to be a millionaire.  In 1994, he sold his motorcycle for $15,000 and launched Handy Andy’s Buildings and Truck Accessories.  Six years later, at the age of 35, he realized his dream when sales reached well over $1,000,000.