Barry's Story

Tears again but this time tears of relief, this time it was Emmaus telling me – it will be ok!

Walking away from another failed relationship with a bag of clothes and my guitar I questioned myself, beating myself up; it must be me! I remember that feeling, tears rolling down my face, telling myself it will be ok and do not give up.

Constantly thinking where do I go? What do I do? I almost turned to the bottle or drugs to help me sleep and block out my situation. Every morning I woke up, checking my belongings. Each day reminding myself everything will be ok!

From the moment I came through the door, everyone understood and could identify in some way with my situation.

With “no room at the inn”, I pitched a tent nearby but the weather changed and the community invited me to sofa surf.  Tears again but this time tears of relief, this time it was Emmaus telling me – it will be ok!