Men who despair Sitting on railroad tracks
“I came in with two grocery bags full of dirty clothes, four packs of saltine crackers, the jacket on my back, and a couple of dollars to my name; my life’s possessions. I had no home, no family. On days that I was lucky, I’d have a friend’s couch to sleep on and a roof over my head, though most nights, I slept in the streets with little to no food and only my jacket and a frayed blanket for warmth. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I had been evicted from my apartment and had nowhere to turn.
On top of that I needed health care. Badly. What started as a common cold, manifested into pneumonia; a product of having not been to a proper doctor in over two years. And so when pride was but a vanity that I could not afford, and when I felt worthless and sick, I decided to turn for help at Asian Health Services.
AHS helped me enroll onto Medi-Cal and Cal-Fresh, so I was able to heal from my pneumonia, and was able to schedule regular doctor’s visits. AHS provided help in my native language, and a sense of home. I am of the opinion that generosity, kindness, and the unrelenting tirelessness to serve others are all qualities in our world that aren’t expressed enough – qualities that Asian Health Services has shown me time and time again.”
– Mr. Huang, AHS Patient