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On August 11th 2004, after being released from a six year term in Chowchilla State Prison for sales of narcotics, I was fortunate enough to be allowed to parole to Sarah House. Mind you Debbie Mcquade, Residential House Manager, wrote to me regularly reassuring me I would have a bed upon my release. So, unlike most people in prison, I knew I had somewhere safe to parole to. Had it not been for the perseverance of Debbie Mcquade, I would have been homeless in Santa Barbara, living with HIV, struggling desperately to survive and successfully complete parole.
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| On Monday morning, I went along with the Hospice nurse over to a small room on Robbins Street, a converted garage really. “Bill White” was lying in the middle of a tiny room, lying on a mattress badly stained with sweat and urine. He had not been able to get up for three days. His face had several days’ growth of beard, full now of spittle and tobacco. Pain and suffering were everywhere on his face. I knelt down next to him and took his hand as carefully as I could. “You look really uncomfortable,” I said. “I am” he replied. “Would you come to Sarah House and let us take care of you?” He softly said, “I will.”
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