“Two years ago, I had never heard of Caring House. Then my brother, Ronnie, fell ill on skid row.

He was taken to L.A. County Hospital. Unable to speak or walk, with a stroke, it was determined he needed hospice care. As his 73-year old sister with disabilities of my own and no other responsible relatives, I did not know where to turn. The hospital said he had to go.

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And then . . . GOD stepped in. Within days, there was a lead. A place called Caring House. There was a bed available for a patient unable to pay expenses.

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During his last days, Ronnie was shown much love by the caring staff. I remember a volunteer holding the phone to his ear, on speaker, while I tearfully recited the 23rd Psalm. She said Ronnie managed a slight smile, as he recognized my voice. This brought so much comfort to me.

May Caring House be abundantly blessed.

Praying for you.”

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— Sheila Johnson, sister of Ronald R., Caring House resident