Faith, Parent

Loss is a hard thing to deal with. Everyone who was with me at E-Nini-Hassee had lost something. Some girls had lost their mothers to illness or their family members to drugs. Others had lost their homes, their innocence, and everyone there had lost their freedom. I personally had lost myself. When I arrived at E-Nini-Hassee, I had no intention of changing and, of all the things heavy on my mind, self-improvement was not one of them. I was lost but I refused to believe it. I was selfish, impatient and pretty much all the time disregarding towards others in lieu of my own needs, beliefs and wants. In my eyes, I was not a good person and never would be. I knew nothing of myself or the good spirit that lingered within. I thought of myself as a disaster, always going to be one. The attachments I made with the staff were a big part of my willing to change. In order to change you have to want it, and I had never wanted it before. Before my eyes change happened. Not wanting to disappoint, not wanting to cause harm, taking others in consideration first, these were all things that I thought of when it came to decision making and weighing pros and cons. E-Nini-Hassee works hard to build character, virtue and positive skills all while you’re having fun. I’ve kept in contact with a many girls from E-Nini-Hassee. Years later, they still rant and rave about their time there, they still pass memories back and forth fondly and they still give thanks to it in their adult life. E-Nini-Hassee is magical.