 I'm 85 years old. I never imagined I would be homeless. I was a nurse before I became a counselor. I took care of my husband for 12 years before he passed away. I had nothing left when he died. I couldn't stand to be in that house alone, so I bought another mobile home. But this time I got involved with a disreputable park owner and lost my shirt. So I ended up living in my truck. I was almost three months in my truck with my dog. She was telling me about moving, trying to find a new place, and at that point when she clicked on me that housing was a really big issue for her, she was homeless. So I put her in contact with Maggie. We contacted some community resources. We also contacted Vancouver Housing to see if she can get a section 8 voucher. She helped me by telling me who to call to get directions to get to these places. She kept me motivated to get off my butt and go do it. And between her and Dr. Wan, I'm here. It also took a lot of teamwork. The doctor, the Vancouver Housing, the Department of Human Services helped her. Just over the last five years you see the presence of homelessness in the city much more. But now you're seeing the seniors out there and it tugs at your heart just because you know of the health reality too. Emotionally I'm relieved. I have a place. My dog is faith. I see the homeless on the street corner and I'm just so darn glad I'm not there. At least I had my truck and my kids. Now I have this and I'm not going anywhere.