What was your family like? They sold drugs.
You’ve probably never heard such an answer... but you’ve never met Tracy.*
Like so many we serve, she was born and raised here in Tucson. She never experienced a real “family.” Love? She never really knew what that was. The closest thing to "wisdom” ever handed down to her was a stark warning: Don’t ever talk to the cops about what was going on at home.
No wonder she started drinking by the time she was 15. She used marijuana with her cousins. “Drugs were always a part of my family,” she remembers. It seemed normal.
Looking for love, she was pregnant before she left high school. It took her twice as long to graduate, simply because she was going to classes, and working, and trying to take care of her children.
Seeing the world she came from, I’m proud of how hard she tried to make it all work.
But soon, what she thought was “love” failed her again. Her boyfriend began viciously abusing her. She felt trapped — she tried to numb the pain by returning to the only source of comfort she had ever known: drugs. Tracy began taking pills — and addiction kicked in, hard and fast.
In the space of a single month, she lost her job — her home — and her children. She was homeless, childless, and jobless ... for a solid year.
Once in a while a friend would take her in for a few nights. Sometimes she slept in her car. Desperate for food and other basics, she recalls, “I started shoplifting to get by.”
But not for long. She was soon arrested, and spent five long months in jail. Meanwhile, the courts were moving to take her children away permanently. One by one, the cases closed. Her love for her children was left to scream silently in agony. “I felt like a piece of me was ripped away,” Tracy remembers. “But the worst part was that it was all on me — I chose that.”
I can’t imagine what greater tragedies might have come Tracy’s way — if the compassion of our donors, volunteers, and staff hadn’t stepped in to interrupt her story. But thank God, love was there for her.
With the strong support of caring friends like our donors and volunteers, Gospel Rescue Mission reaches into the prisons of our area. Our own Mrs. Dee, who coordinates our recovery services, visited Tracy there, and invited her to start life over, with GRM, as soon as she was released. Her parole officer actually dropped her at our door!
“When you think life is over, it can be a new beginning,” Tracy says with a huge smile.
“God grabs you at your weakest point.”
Knowing Tracy’s background, you would not recognize her today. She’s a different person — by the grace of God — and thanks to the generous support of our donors and volunteers.
*=Tracy's name was changed to protect her identity.
All testimonies are either written by or are from interviews with men and women who's lives were transformed during their time at Gospel Rescue Mission.
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