From Homeless to College Graduate: Why It’s Never Too Late
— At 50 years old, I was sleeping on park benches and wondering if I’d survive another night. At 54, I was walking across a stage to receive my Bachelor of Ministry degree. If...
“Not my voice. His.”
— At 50 years old, I was sleeping on park benches and wondering if I’d survive another night. At 54, I was walking across a stage to receive my Bachelor of Ministry degree. If...