Grab Kleenex: We met Matthew is this horrific open air drug market located on a lot in the CID a few weeks ago. He wrote to us over the weekend on his progress. 

“Hello, my name is Matthew, but I go by many titles. Son, brother, father, uncle and veteran. A couple of years ago I lost my brother and best friend to a fentanyl overdose and my life as I knew it was over. I couldn't do anything but cry. I went from being the guy that joked and raised moral to a person that carried gloom everywhere I went. I resigned from three jobs including a general manager position that I held and spiraled out of control.  Since then, which seems like an eternity ago, I've been on the streets of Seattle. I was and am ashamed of my decisions. Two weeks ago I was standing on the ledge of a bridge thinking of how much pain it would end compared to the pain I was causing my loved ones. As I looked at the parking lot below, I thought of Jarrett and knowing the pain that I still feel from losing him made me think of my daughter, sisters, Mom, and everyone else that I love. I saw them crying like I did walking this world in a daze. How could I? I stepped down, went back to my dilapidated dwelling, got on my knees and cried out to God. I couldn't see a way out. I had tried detox twice without success, but as I awoke the following day, two Angels walked in trying to pull people from the depths of our self made hell. Andrea and Tim were more excited than I was to have me accept there offer of help. They didn't hesitate to start finding solutions to the mess I made. I didn't make it easy, but Tim's tenacity would not be defeated. He kept showing up when I didn't, even on the Saturday, just a few days before Christmas. Words cannot express my appreciation. Without Andrea, Tim, and all of WE HEART SEATTLE'S supporters I would not be here today. My family and I thank you all.”