In the 80's she left Ireland for London.
She was offered three jobs in one day and didn't know which one to choose.
London felt like a magical place where anyone who wanted a job could find one.
She came home to Ireland when she was pregnant.
The marriage did not survive the move.
She lost her home.
She was on her own with a beautiful little girl.
She found a house for rent and signed a lease.
She began to make a new life for herself and her daughter.
She thought the worst was over.
Xmas was coming and her lease was almost up.
Her landlord notified her that the rent was going up.
She could not pay the rent and buy food as well.
She had no savings left.
She sold her furniture to try to raise enough money for the deposit on a new place.
But it was not enough.
She contacted the homeless hostel but their rooms were full.
In desperation she contacted the Vincent de Paul-
She cried when they came to tell her that they would help her to find a new place to live.
That woman was me.
I did not grow up imagining homelessness would be part of my future.
Today in Ireland there are thousands of families just like I was then. They are hardworking people who through force of circumstance have found themselves without a home. Today I want to make an appeal for a very special boy called Brendan and his family. They are facing an insecure, unsafe, cold Xmas. Is there a landlord or a housing co-op in the whole of Ireland who can help? Surely there is one. Just one.
Brendan only needs one landlord or one housing co-op who would see beyond the financial circumstances into the heart of this boy for whom every day is a challenge... and a miracle.
Here is what his Mom has to say
If Brendan's story touched your heart as it did mine please share it far and wide. The more people who hear about Brendan the more likely it is that someone, somewhere can help.