Aspire Austin gave me more than just a second chance. I was way, way beyond second chances -- somewhere around the 20th chance marker, if I were to guess. Due to my record, nobody was willing to provide me with housing, and there was no one I could call until someone referred my Dad to Aspire Austin.

 

Upon arrival, fresh out of prison after a three-year sentence, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But when I walked into Aspire Austin that first night, I knew I hadn’t just found a house to live in. What I had found was a home, a place inhabited by people whom all had difficult pasts they weren’t proud of, but who were working with themselves and each other to overcome their struggles. Through step work, attending regular meetings (including an in-house meeting), a weekly rotation of chores, and more, we all became more responsible, And day-by-day, we healed.

 

If you’re like I was and are in need of another chance at a better life, do yourself a favor and give Aspire Austin a call. Their doors and their arms are open to all.