Hear it from the heart. Every week or so, we publish a story about the life of our ministry. All names are fictionalized to protect the identity of those inside. Thanks for reading!
“My name’s Kevin and I’m an alcoholic.” It was a rainy Tuesday evening in the visitation room at the Atlanta Transitional Center. Fifteen of us were arranged in a circle. We’d gathered together for HeartBound’s new drama program at the Center. Twelve residents and three volunteers sat anxiously, feeling each other out, trying to figure out how this thing would go. Winn, our volunteer instructor, had told us all to introduce ourselves and explain why we had joined the prog
