
My name is Jacob Valenzuela, and I am twenty-nine years old. I arrived at Turning Point Men’s Home in October of 2022, I was a broken man.
I now wake up sober and of sound mind each morning thank God for using Turning Point Men’s Home to restore my life to sanity. Many thought the idea that I would be able to change my life would be impossible.
But all glory to God for those that always prayed for me and never gave up. Left to my own devices I could not pull myself away from the daily madness. The daily dishonesty and inability to face the fact that I was completely lost.
As I traveled down the road of addiction further and further my public displays of
intoxication became a daily occurrence. I had lost all control of my life. A few months prior to coming to the Men’s Home death was knocking at my door.
I fell into a coma, being kept alive by a machine. I ended up in a wheelchair after I burnt my feet so badly walking down the street barefoot, on a summer day in June. The end of the madness came when the United States Marshalls surrounded my home and took me into custody for a horrible act I committed while drunk.
My mother had told me to go peacefully and trust God. I did and God moved.
I now wake up sober and of sound mind each morning thank God for using Turning Point Men’s Home to restore my life to sanity. Many thought the idea that I would be able to change my life would be impossible.
But all glory to God for those that always prayed for me and never gave up. Left to my own devices I could not pull myself away from the daily madness. The daily dishonesty and inability to face the fact that I was completely lost.
As I traveled down the road of addiction further and further my public displays of
intoxication became a daily occurrence. I had lost all control of my life. A few months prior to coming to the Men’s Home death was knocking at my door.
I fell into a coma, being kept alive by a machine. I ended up in a wheelchair after I burnt my feet so badly walking down the street barefoot, on a summer day in June. The end of the madness came when the United States Marshalls surrounded my home and took me into custody for a horrible act I committed while drunk.
My mother had told me to go peacefully and trust God. I did and God moved.