It’s strange how we can lose our lives, without actually dying. This was my dilemma 3 years ago when I arrived in Nashville. Devastated by the sudden death of a loved one and in a state of dire depression, I got off the Greyhound bus carrying a small bag containing 2 shirts and 2 pairs of trousers. No money, no ID, no job prospects, no place to stay, no family, no friends . . . nothing. During the weeks following my arrival foolish pride and embarrassment prevented me from receiving much needed necessities, food, clothing and nightly shelter that various church groups and organizations offered. Unless someone personally approached me with food or clothing, I’d usually just go hungry.