To me when someone said they loved me it meant they wanted something from me. The love I experienced was ugly and life was overwhelming. When I came to St. Paul's House I was overcome, I was moved. They were speaking about a different kind of love. And this love had an effect of me— it was God's and it touched me. I not only heard it but I saw it through the staff and volunteers; it was pure, sincere, genuine, and loyal. I feel like I am a part of a family— a loving one.