Understandably, Lisa Marie Riley still remembers many of the details about the night her life diverted from one of misery to one of purpose.
She remembers the time (four years ago), the place (San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood), and she even remembers the weather (rain).
“There was a weather advisory,” Lisa Marie said. “I knew I shouldn’t have been out in that weather, but I didn’t care.”
There was, in all honesty, a lot Lisa Marie didn’t care about. Battles with abuse and addiction had led to Lisa Marie living on the streets in San Francisco. By the time that storm arrived, she had been there