I am one of those young women whom Dolores Logsdon opened her home and heart to ("A Helping Hand for Adult Mothers" by Louise Yarnell, Nov. 4).
At the time I came to live with Dolores, I was pregnant, penniless and very depressed. At age 21, I felt I didn't have much of a future. Dolores met me at the airport, smiling, friendly and caring. She took me in though she had no guarantee I would ever pay her anything.
In the ensuing weeks, Dolores arranged state aid for me, driving me to all the appointments herself. She encouraged me to enroll in college, which I did. It was the experience of being on campus again, seeing all the bright, hopeful young people there and being one of them, that pulled me out of my depression. Dolores paid for my books and gave me pocket money.
As a result of Dolores' concern and Christian charity, I again took pride in myself as a worthwhile person. I became my former cheerful self and began dating. I met and married a very charming, accepting man.
