Just ask any of the children in our care. Their monsters were the adults in their lives who beat, abused, and neglected them. They lived in fear of those who were suppose to love, nurture and protect them.

There were no mothers or fathers who delighted in their first words or clapped with joy at their first steps.  On the contrary their first memories were of violence, abuse and neglect. The adults in their lives became the monsters of their dreams.


-She was only six years old when she was brought to us by the local authorities. Her father had beaten her throughout the night and her little face was swollen and bruised. Blood vessels in both eyes had burst from the force of the blows she had received to her face. 

-A plastic baggie filled with paint thinner was frequently placed over a baby boy’s face during the first year of his life. His mother was a drug addict.  She didn’t want to hear the crying of her hungry baby, so she rendered him unconscious with paint fumes.

-A tiny, four year old girl was taken to a cantina by her step father and repeatedly abused in the bathroom.  When she was eight she was given to an “aunt” who beat her with the end of an electrical cord.


All of these children are now living in our care. They have a safe, loving environment where they are finding healing and hope for the future. The monsters are in their past. The nightmares are fading.  Our hearts desire is to rescue and provide a safe, loving environment for these wounded children. We also want to provide them with educational and vocational opportunities so that they can have hope for a better future.

 “A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove…but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.”

Forest E. Witcraft