Stories

Harold's Story

My name is Harold and I am 53 years old. I was born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio. I’m the youngest of eleven siblings, seven boys and four girls. Growing up my father ran a gambling house, where there were plenty of drugs and alcohol. During this time is when I began to self-medicate, but there's more to my story...

Deshawn's Story

My name is Deshawn. You ask where I grew up? A warm, comfortable, three story house in Muskegon. There are a variety of things I could name that made me homeless, but the main one would have to be that I was in denial and refused to listen to the people who wanted to help me. There's more to my story.

Devotional celebration was a night of transformation

October 2 was a very special night for some guests at Mel Trotter Ministries. With help from Third Reformed Church members, MTM’s Spiritual Life Focus Group hosted another devotional celebration this year, an event that closely resembled “prom” for men and women in one of our various programs.

Jack's Donor/Volunteer Story

Twenty years as a trial lawyer took a heavy toll on Jack Carpenter. “I was an alcoholic, I was a drug addict and I did a lot of womanizing,” he recalled. There's more to his story.

Camille's Story

My name is Camille Sallie. I’m 29 years old, from Grand Rapids, Michigan. The reason I ended up at Mel Trotter was because of some really bad choices that I have made in my life. I was in a bad relationship with an ex, which was abusive. He was also into drugs and drinking every day. Soon I followed behind him. I was very depressed and stressed out, but there is more to my story.

Daniel's Story

When I was 18 my foster parents kicked me out of the house and I became homeless. I lived on the streets of Wisconsin for the next seven years, where I began to indulge heavily in drug use. But there is more to my story.

Marge's Story

If there’s one thing more frightening than being homeless, Marge learned, it’s being homeless and suffering from cancer. Marge had been living with her daughter Mandy until they lost their apartment and moved into a motel. But there is more to her story.

Steve's Story

My name is Steve and I am an alcoholic, drug addict. I became homeless because of it, but there's more to my story.

My chiropractic practice was rated third in the state per population and making me a mid six-figure income. I had to have two of everything - two motor homes, two boats. But when I needed a titanium wrist replacement, I lost the use of my hands.

Tim's Story

Help Tim set out on his newly restored life. "My life is in God's hands."

Wanda's Story

A meal and a bed were just the beginning for Wanda.