If you all knew my story...
I was a woman beaten, kicked.
3 broken ribs, broken hip, face swollen like the Himalayas.
I ended up homeless, no job.
I went to court, fought for years.
In the end it felt like I didn’t matter.
I felt worthless. The battle took its toll.
I was on my knees, ready to give up.
SF helped me to hold on.
I held on, and I’m still here.
Every morning I wake up, first thing I do once I’m dressed and ready for the day is check into Jim’s cafe

I’ve got somewhere to go, people who know me, people to talk to, people to joke and laugh with, at SF, I’m someone. I’m Yellowmellow.