Sometimes, a
village is all there is.

“In the beginning, I thought, ‘What is this place?’ It was a place to chill, a place with hot meals. The people were okay. I‘d hang, maybe play some ping pong. But I didn’t really to talk to anyone. No one could be trusted.”

“Soon, it started to feel... safe. A game of chess, a Shabbaton, a meeting, some music. The chaggim were actually fun. I saw they help you move forward and look like they care. But I thought I would never tell anyone what happened to me.”

“I got close to one of the staff and let my guard down. With tenderness and compassion, she listened, and didn’t judge. They hooked me up with resources and I began to heal. I got a job–it’s a start. I felt like I could feel myself for the first time.”

“Today, I am feeling a sense of fulfillment I never knew was possible. I am grateful for the healthy relationships I have in my life and the opportunities that lay ahead. College? Israel? Is it time to settle down? Thank you, Our Place. You have given me hope.