“When I am back on my feet, I want to give back to the Haven and help others as they have helped me.”
When Joanna came to the Haven in need of clothes for work, we gave her a clothing voucher to use at the Listen Store. During the same visit, her service coordinator Tara noticed that she was wearing a flip flop that made her out of balance with the orthopedic boot she wore on her right leg.
“I’m a fifty-year-old who worked all his life and lost everything. But now, I’m coming back…”
Carla’s husband, the father of her two young children, was addicted to drugs. When Carla was with him, she made poor choices and was easily pulled into an unhealthy and dangerous lifestyle. She decided to make the break—and the Haven has been there to support her along the way.
Summer is upon us and the Haven Bike Program is in full gear! Did you know that we make every effort to give each child who stays at the Haven a gently used or nearly new bicycle and a helmet, which they take with them when their families move out and into permanent housing?
“It wasn’t just a few people pulling for me and wanting me to succeed, it was a whole community.”
Enormous suitcase in hand, 55-year-old Jeremy arrived at the Haven after being out all night. He was greeted warmly by a Haven case manager, who listened as Jeremy explained the series of events that had brought him to the Haven’s doorstep.
The VT state police brought Jeanne to the Haven after finding her in her broken-down car on the side of I-91. It was 10 below zero. Snow on the ground. She had a two-wheel trailer attached to her old vehicle, which looked like it was on its last legs. Jeanne wore a sleeveless dress and sneakers.
“My future story begins today.”
Alice came to the Haven after her Vietnam era veteran husband passed away. She and her adult son were struggling.
“They are doing well in school because the Haven’s After School Program taught them both how to read…”
Clare came to the Haven in the bitter cold — homeless — carrying her infant son and everything she owned. She had almost nothing; and no time, space or focus to put her life back together. At the Haven she could breathe again knowing she had a roof over her son’s head, and a place to call HOME.