no-longer-a-slumdog

No Longer a Slumdog
a situation that could only be described as critical. Without the
intervention of the Lord through our GFA Bridge of Hope, it is
hard to know what would have happened to her.
My name is Angeline. My mother was sick when
I was born. I remember seeing her in her bed with
big, big sores all over her body. She was always in
pain. My father left us and married someone else.
And then my mother died. I was 4 years old when
this happened.
My grandmother decided she would take care of
me, and she did until she also died when I was 6. I
could not express the sorrow that I felt.
My aunt and her husband then decided to take
me in. I lived in their home with their two children.
It was a small room for all five of us, and we often
only ate once in the day. I was so very sad then. I used
to keep mum. I would not talk to anyone.
I was so scared and very sad when my aunt became
sick too. I was certain that she would die and
leave me.
Then something different happened. A man
came and prayed for my aunt, and she got better. She
decided to follow the Lord Jesus and enrolled me in a
Bridge of Hope center.
When I first came, I would not talk to anybody.
I would just sit in the corner by myself.
But eventually my heart was warmed. I saw the
love of the people there. The women at the center were
so nice and would always show me kindness.
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