The place that drew these men turned out to be Trinity Recovery Network. It is one of the 10 drug and alcohol recovery centers on Kensington Avenue. What distinguishes this center from the other is that this facility focuses on a recovery through the help of Jesus. “If it works for me, it works for everyone,” Keith, a former client and currently working as a staff member, said. He also said he was not paid for his job, but he was working towards the goal; to create and send productive members from the facility to various communities. “Christ filled the hollow instead of heroin,” Jack, a current client, said. Now he holds Bible Studies every Tuesday and Thursday from 7:30 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.
Anyone is warmly welcomed by the staff. Some are taken as in-patients so that they can lead better lives than the one they had on the street. The clients all expressed the incredible feelings to be clean through the hands of Jesus Christ. Also, men sitting around the center turned out to be the members of this Christian community. Then, it occurred to me, “Why did they look blank? Why do they seem lost?”
Returning to the network from the walk along the Kensington Avenue, I noticed the same group of male clients had been sitting almost whole day at the same place. I realized that it is their world and there is no where for them to go after the recovery.
If there was no place for the clients to start their new lives after they become sober, they might go back to the life where drugs control them. “Where are they supposed to go?” I thought. “What does the hope and the future mean to them?” I questioned myself. I was not able to figure out what their next step would be. If this is, what they call, destiny, the city government has to take a much more intense and in-depth action toward poverty.
Trying to detach myself as a Journalism student from the people I spoke with, I was overwhelmed by a frustration.
“Which is the real world? The world that I live in where the Internet and TV are commonplace or the world where people struggle for food and fight against drugs to lead a normal life?” I asked myself.
Reporting on Kensington truly tests my ability on how much I allow myself to get into stories.