Starting anything new brings with it a tangle of nerves, but I’ll be honest that perhaps I came to this with just a hint of smug self-confidence. I believed I could do the job. I know words and can string them together, and I knew quite a bit about A Way Out through some previous interactions with the organisation.
But on my second day something happened.

Within a few minutes it was clear I had overlooked an important factor: I may have known the practicalities, been aware of the programme and read through the procedures – but I had missed the heart.
One of our women’s team shared honestly about finding out a
young woman had tragically lost her life, and how she had wept tears of grief
over the loss of this precious individual. But then she explained that later
the same day she had cried again, although this time with tears of joy at
hearing about positive steps another young woman had taken towards a healthy
and whole future.
Tears of sorrow, tears of joy. Both extremes of emotion in just a few hours. This is the reality.
Tears of sorrow, tears of joy. Both extremes of emotion in just a few hours. This is the reality.

A Way Out is about people, not numbers or statistics, but rather lives that truly matter. Faces that are downcast, tummies that are hungry, hearts that are broken. Our goal is to reach them, help them, feed them and love them.
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