Not long ago, Slawek’s alcohol-induced tantrums estranged him from his family. He was unable to hold a steady job in the shifting construction market. His entire life’s work, everything he’s been working so hard to build, turned into a million tiny, almost un-reconstructable pieces.
Crying Out to God from a Drug-Infested Dump
Most of us think we can handle our life alone, thank you very much. We don’t need nothing from nobody. I was like that, too. I thought I had it all figured out.
Serving the Poor for 10 Years and Counting
This article originally appeared in the October 1, 2011 edition of ITMI Monthly. One frigid Polish winter during post Communist rule, I fell sick. I couldn’t get out of bed for two days, and didn’t make it to work. Even though I followed protocol for the situation, when I returned, my job had been […]