Then, my judge ordered me to join the recovery program at The Salvation Army.
After my six months in the program, it was time to appear before the judge for her to read to the court my fate, my prison sentence. Instead, she read aloud the multiple letters sent on my behalf just the night before.
Without my knowledge, the people I met while completing the program had written letters on my behalf to the judge, about me, about my character, about the time I had spent at The Salvation Army.
With tears in her eyes, the judge read the heartfelt letters written by The Salvation Army staff, employees, and volunteers.
That’s when she decided to take a chance on me. Rather than give me a prison sentence, she put me on probation at The Salvation Army. The judges’ verdict gave me hope because I knew I could do this!