Stories of Hope

1116_hvrm_nl_02.jpg"My father was a heroin addict and my mother was a meth addict,” Nick says.

“That was my life growing up.”

Nick began drinking and smoking marijuana in grade school and, by the time he was 14, he was using Vicodin.

“I thought it healed my pain, but it got to a point where I couldn’t take enough pills to feel better,” he says. “Then I found heroin and my life spiraled out of control. I was 17.”


Josie and her 16-year-old son came here from El Paso because work was scarce. “I had a part-time job there, but I couldn’t meet the rent,” she says. “I had a friend who invited us to come out here and stay, but her place was overcrowded so we had to move.” 


Imagine a life like Gina’s: happily married, raising three daughters, working a job she enjoyed. Then imagine no longer being able to see that life... or anything, actually. That’s what happened when Gina suddenly lost her eyesight. 

Gina was blinded by disease. After many doctor appointments, she was diagnosed with a rare brain disease that affects 1 in 1,000 people. 


A small car may make a temporary shelter, but it doesn’t make a home.

As a mother of two, Tascolony had more than just herself to think about when tough times hit.

She was holding down a job and trying to make ends meet when her lease was suddenly terminated. The only option she and her children had was to live in their car.

Mark had done a lot of traveling before he ended up here at the Mission.

He’s been places he never wants to be again. Like Skid Row in downtown LA. Or the woods around Big Sur where he had to watch out for bears and cougars. Or the drug-infested homeless areas of San Jose and Santa Cruz.


Evelyn was collecting social security benefits and operating a produce truck to support herself and three of her children. Then the unthinkable happened. “I was trying to make the extra money we needed for food and laundry and to pay the bills,” she says. “But since I was self-employed, the IRS thought I was making more money than I was claiming. So they cut my benefits and I ended up losing my apartment.”

Jeff had once struggled with drugs and alcohol, but through a Christ-centered program, he got clean and sober. He’d maintained his sobriety for 20 years – then, he lost his job.

“I was getting unemployment, looking for work, and had a lot of extra time on my hands. I started drinking again,” he says. “I ended up homeless, living in a tent up in Topanga Canyon for nearly a year.”

/sites/hopeofthevalley/files/0915_hvrm_nl_02-300x450.jpgBefore he began using drugs, Dan was “doing great.” He was married with two young children, had his own home and a business.

Then, he started using cocaine and began living “two separate lives.” Eventually, he was using every day. When the cocaine didn’t give him the high he wanted, he switched to meth. And that’s when “the wheels fell off.”

/sites/hopeofthevalley/files/images/0615_hvrm_nl_02story.pngDespite a previous addiction to heroin, Gino was doing well. “I had a job and a truck and a place to live. Then, I got laid off, lost my place and my truck was repossessed. After that, I just didn’t care anymore and started getting high again.”

0215_hvrm_nl_021.jpgShay was in love. But love didn’t turn out how she expected, and instead involved abuse, heartache, pain and darkness. She decided to start over.

“I wasn’t afraid of being on my own with my two kids and no help at all,” she says. “But we didn’t have anything – no food and no resources.”