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I give to United Way now. I've been given to on so many occasions, it's my turn to give back.
My first addiction: feeling lonely, wanting someone regardless of what he was doing. I stuck with
him because I wanted a relationship, badly. I took up my second addiction, his addiction: drugs. The mistakes we make, the lessons we learn. I was 23 then; I’m 27 now. Here’s my story, condensed.
When you want a high, you want it now. No time waiting for paychecks. We got money for highs dishonestly. He and I argued, it got violent. Frustrations: wanting the high and not being high, no money, no food, worrying about lights, heat. He yanked one thing after another from the house
= next high. Not the TV! Rent not paid, eviction papers.
After all-night binge, I’m awakened: “Mommy, I’m hungry.” The fridge, the cupboards, frantic—there’s nothing here for my daughter. I can’t do this anymore. I called mom. She sat me rocking in a chair for three weeks, enduring with
drawal. I made it, got a job: cleaning
, third shift. I’m going to earn the money in my pocket this time. It felt really good to reunite with
the outside world. Doorbell rings next morning, a woman state trooper. Arrested for bad checks—drug highs—after my first night on the job, just when feeling like I was back on track, paying people back, getting life together. In police car, the trooper: “What happened?” No tears, ever, until that moment: a flood came. I felt remorse and guilt for the people I’d tricked, robbed. The trooper pulled over, called a court magistrate. Right there, released on personal recognizance bond, took me back to mom’s house. Mercy. Ended up in Women’s Drug Court: they saw me for what I am, a diamond in the rough, and pushed me to learn from mistakes, showed me the end of the tunnel. They taught me how to rebuild myself. I thank them more than they’ll ever know; thankful for my life and who I’ve become. When I think about them, just knowing and feeling safe, that if I ever need them, they’ll be there. Love.
Relationship issues to sort, S.A.F.E. Place counselor taught me about trust, healthy relations: whole new world opened for my heart, mind. Pregnant with
his child, mom couldn’t stand it, kicked me, my daughter, out. Homeless. Shelter, then transitional housing. Took classes: budgeting, time management, domestic violence. Hectic time: back to school, had my son, caring for daughter.
Now independent, not dependent. Great job: Stewart Industries. Completely weaned off assistance, feels good. Not easy, but I’m a whole person, good mom, clean. I give to United Way now from my paycheck: I’ve been given to on so many occasions, it’s my turn to give back.
— Amber Gowens
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“Dar Najat is the best guest house we've ever stayed "
My friend and I stayed at Dar Najat over the holidays in December and were both very impressed. We took separate rooms and both rooms were clean, comfortable, quiet and beautifully decorated. It was chilly outside, but there was as plenty of heat and hot water - we stayed a couple of nights at a guest house with
no heat at all and were grateful for the comforts of Dar Najat! The entire guest house is beautiful, with
a very local and personal decor that leaves chain hotels in the dust. The location is close to most of the old city sites. The food was better than any restaurant we went to in Marrakech; we took advantage of the rooftop restaurant several times - by the way, wine and spirits are available. Best of all, the service is absolutely 5 star. Everyone at Dar Najat is completely devoted to making guests love their experience of both the guest house and Marrakech itself. It's not the cheapest place, but what we recieved was far beyond our expectations and made our entire trip much more pleasurable than it would have otherwise been, so I give them high ranks for value as well.