I left my husband almost ten months ago due to alcoholism and abuse, I was escorted by a police officer to a Crisis Center kids in tow. I was scared but managed to keep my job. I was able to save some money and went to apply for an apartment. Due to the alcoholism I had bad rental history. While I was in the managers office filling out the application the phone kept ringing and it was other people calling in regards to the same apartment I was applying for, feeling discouraged I thought whats the use? but something made me give the manager my application anyway. The manager said "there is no rental history" I said that I had some broken leases and she said "where are you living right now?" I was embarrassed and said "The Womens Crisis center" She asked "do you have the deposit?' I looked in my purse and had 2 money orders that combined were exactly the amount needed for the deposit! She said "you can have the apartment and I will give you the 1st months rent free!! I almost broke down in tears, wanting to thank her I asked "what is youre name and she said HOPE. I still live here today!!
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