Hand Delivered Hope Boston

Hand Delivered Hope Boston Delivering hope works 💛 It was the first time I had heard his voice in over 4 weeks. We dropped our forks and agreed to meet him at South Station.

Two years ago on a freezing cold, snowy, rainy night my husband and I were out to dinner and I received a telephone call from my addicted son asking to come pick up his bag because it was heavy and hard to carry through the snow. I remember I asked my husband to drive. I had so much nervous energy I could not imagine sitting in the passenger seat thinking about the condition we would find him in o

r how this night was going to end. Funny thing is, if you know me, you know I never drive in the snow. My nervous energy turned to fear and in an instant I was scared, scared to death. I just had to be the one to get us to Boston, get us to my baby boy. When we arrived I pulled over, put the hazards on and sent my husband to go find him. Of course he was not where he said he would be. My husband came back stating he could not find him. I looked through the windshield and said “there he is, you just walked right by him”. He was completely unrecognizable to my husband. I got out, ran to him and got him back to the car. He was soaking wet, he was freezing, he was layered in clothing, he needed to shower, he was skin and bones, he was starving and he was not high. We drove around for about an hour as he changed and ate the food we picked up for him. He talked so much to us about how beautiful Boston looked in the snow, “right Mom, doesn't it?” I remember he asked. “It’s really not, if you could see what I see Mom it is so cold, so dark, so scary and such a lonely place for so many people.” He told us how he had Thanksgiving Dinner with Mayor Mennino at a shelter. He boasted “Mom I told the Mayor that they should do more to help the homeless people.” He explained to the Mayor “I can handle it but a lot of people can’t......”

I could tell our time was about to be up with him. I started to do the usual begging, crying and offering everything I could to get him off the streets into treatment. “I will take you to a hotel and we will call for beds in the morning”. “No Mom that’s a waste of money”. “I will take you to the hospital and stay with you until they find you a bed”. “No Mom there won't be any beds it's winter”..... and finally, when I knew it was contrary to everything I have learned.....”I will take you home and we will figure this out in the morning”. He looked at me with those big, brown, handsome yet broken eyes and said “I am home Mom, you can let me out here.” We stopped the car at the next red light, he jumped out and ran through the traffic and when he got to the other side he yelled “I love you Mom.” In a second he was out of our sight. We were on the side of the Boston Common. Hand Delivered Hope
P.O. Box 189
East Bridgewater, MA 02333
1-774-565-4HDH (4434)

I decided to plan a run to the Boston Common because of an experience I have shared in the about section of this page. This run sure is not a road race and if you are familiar with addiction you will understand my word choice. The run will take place after dusk when the shelters have stopped taking folks in. I will be collecting clean blankets, sweatshirts and jackets and delivering to the hands of all the sons and daughters in and around that area. It was my son's hangout for years even in the freezing snow and rain, it was where he called home. I can’t help my son right now, he needs to help himself, but if I can help keep someone else's child warm and let them know they are loved and that the one thing they always have is hope, I will. In addition, I will be making up brown bags with a piece of fruit, sandwich, drink and snacks. Inside the bag I would like to put a list of important telephone numbers, detoxes, etc. which will have the serenity prayer on the back side. Please if your son, daughter or loved ones addiction has lead them to homelessness and you know of an area that there is need of hope, warmth and a small meal let's talk about targeting that area as well, whether its in or around Boston. My goal is to do this the last Sunday of the month through the winter months and who knows where this journey will take us. What we do know is we will make someone's child a little warmer, fill their belly with food and their heart with hope.

Here's some hope.... 🙏
11/17/2022

Here's some hope.... 🙏

Real people weigh in on the toll addiction has taken on their families and the importance of self-care.

06/17/2021

A big shout out to all the kids that don’t win awards, make honor roll, play sports, and barely make it through the school year. A big hug to the moms, dads, grandparents, caregivers, mentors, and foster parents that stick by them as they maneuver the school year.

Shout out to the kids that don’t get invited to the prom, didn’t get a scholarship to college, and have to go straight to work out of high school....You are also worthy of a pat on the back and a Facebook post with people talking about how amazing you are.

Everyone isn't an Honors student or Academic Scholar. Some kids have to work twice as hard, just to be C average. There's many who battle through behavior and learning challenges. Their achievements deserve recognition too.

Don’t forget those kids, encourage them as well.

Kindness, Creativity, Uniqueness, and Generosity....those attributes sadly don’t get the accolades they deserve. 💛💛💛


https://www.silvafaria.com/obituary/jonathan-gosselinRest in sweetest peace Jonathan. You will be forever in our hearts,...
06/01/2021

https://www.silvafaria.com/obituary/jonathan-gosselin
Rest in sweetest peace Jonathan. You will be forever in our hearts, the most loveable Yankees fan we all had the pleasure to know 😉. For anyone who may need a ride to Jon's services tomorrow please message us. Please keep Jon's beautiful wife Erica, Nancy his Mom and all that knew and loved him in your prayers. Laugh when you think about Jonathan and all his pranks and hilarious comments that he shared with you for that is truly what he would want you to do.

Jonathan T. Gosselin, 35, of Fall River, husband of Erica Flynn Gosselin, passed away in an auto accident on Wednesday, May 26, 2021 in Tiverton, R.I. Born in Fall River, a son of Nancy A. Nunes Sullivan, of Fall River, and the late John F. Gosselin, he resided in Fall

Words do not suffice when it comes to expressing our grief over the loss of our “BMC Team Leader” Jonathan Gosselin. How...
06/01/2021

Words do not suffice when it comes to expressing our grief over the loss of our “BMC Team Leader” Jonathan Gosselin. How do you capture the spirit of someone who spent so many of his waking moments helping others? Someone who literally took the (very expensive) sneakers off his feet during a Hand Delivered Hope delivery, and gave them to a friend without shoes, hope and a place to call home, only to continue roaming the city in his socks looking for others to help.

Jonathan exuded love, empathy, and compassion for the men and women living on the streets in the grips of addiction, connecting with them in a way no one else did. He listened. He understood. He developed relationships with people so many of us just pass by. Hope is the one intangible thing we deliver, and Jonathan epitomized it. His reach extended to grade schools, churches, colleges and communities, where he spoke on behalf of HDH to riveted young men, women, educators, medical professionals, boys and girls, people of all ages and all walks of life in a way so few can. He never had trouble connecting with anyone, no matter their age or background.

The Hand Delivered Hope family is devastated by his passing, as so many others are. Jonathan was always full of jokes; and although it sounds cliché, we know he would not want anyone to remember him with sadness. He was proud of his recovery, and proud of every effort – no matter how small – that others made toward theirs. He truly knew what they were feeling, and this was not lost on anyone. He likely had no idea how many people he touched.

Our love and thoughts are with Erica his wife, Nancy his mother and all of Jon’s friends and family. Jonathan once said to me, “My sobriety comes with me everywhere.” My dear friend, on earth and in heaven, we will take you everywhere with us.

Yesterday this lil' organization along with the Brothers in Recovery of Local 103 proved that you do not have to be Chr...
12/21/2020

Yesterday this lil' organization along with the Brothers in Recovery of Local 103 proved that you do not have to be Christian to demonstrate the true meaning of Christmas! Thank you to all the Santas out there that helped light the sparkle in the eyes of the gentlemen at Spectrum. Their hampers and hearts were overflowing with hope!

Covid is not stopping Lynnel, Marcia and the 7th and 8th graders of the religious ed program at OLOL from offering their...
12/18/2020

Covid is not stopping Lynnel, Marcia and the 7th and 8th graders of the religious ed program at OLOL from offering their hope and prayers for friends of our street outreach program. Our annual Do Your Job drive is projected to take place in the Fall this year not February. In the meantime, the conversations will continue, blessing bags will be made and delivered and we will be gearing the parishioners and kids up for success🙏💛💙.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! We are excited to play Santa this coming Saturday at Spectrum! Due to the ...
12/17/2020

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! We are excited to play Santa this coming Saturday at Spectrum! Due to the generosity of so many, we are now able to host a lovely, holiday luncheon to all the patients in the building and not just Project Turnabout. Our hearts are full of hope and gratitude. 🎄

Look at this mother-daughter duo! What would a Christmas Hope Delivery be without stockings! One of the greatest gifts ...
12/05/2020

Look at this mother-daughter duo! What would a Christmas Hope Delivery be without stockings!

One of the greatest gifts that Hand Delivered Hope keeps giving is the opportunity for people of all ages to share their love and spread their hope to those that need it most!

Stef was the former nursing supervisor for Weymouth Spectrum for 7 years until she left to study to become a Psychiatrist Nurse Practitioner. There is something special to be said for her continued love, respect and commitment for this program.

Here is to you and your beautiful daughter Stef! Best of luck finishing up your clinicals!

Welcome to the HDH family girls 💛

More from 6 years ago! 💛
11/30/2020

More from 6 years ago! 💛

November is the month of giving thanks. Too many young, adult children battling the disease of addiction are living on the streets of Boston calling it home, feeling hopeless and and all alone. On Sunday, November 30th we will give them something to be thankful for.

We will provide 50 sons and daughters with a warm blanket/outerwear and a small meal. We hope that we have left overs but after our 1st delivery we know that will not be true. The closing of the Long Island Bridge has forced a staggering amount of young adult children onto the streets of Boston, calling it home. Massachusetts has the 5th highest rate of homelessness in the United States of America and it continues to rise as all other states in our country but 3 are on the decline.

Please join us, someone's son or daughter, young or old needs your hope.

We take donations daily and if you can't make it to us we will make it to you. Deliveries are made the last Sunday of every month.

Thank you ♥

Hand Delivered Hope
P.O. Box 189
East Bridgewater, MA 02333

WOW 6 long years ago today, we are so blessed to be able to continue to serve......"Hand Delivered Hope in action ❤. It ...
11/30/2020

WOW 6 long years ago today, we are so blessed to be able to continue to serve......
"Hand Delivered Hope in action ❤. It doesn't get any better than this. Not only did we all meet on a page, the donations came in from outside Mass because we really are all in this together. Addiction has no prejudice you don't choose it, it chooses you. Thank you to all that donated time and items to allow us to make the night of 60 homeless sons and daughters living in the grips of addiction calling the streets of Boston home just a bit easier. Forever grateful, love to you all, Lynnel"

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Written and first published September, 2014: Two years ago on a freezing cold, snowy, rainy night my husband and I were out to dinner and I received a telephone call from my addicted son asking to come pick up his bag because it was heavy and hard to carry through the snow. It was the first time I had heard his voice in over 4 weeks. We dropped our forks and agreed to meet him at South Station. I remember I asked my husband to drive. I had so much nervous energy I could not imagine sitting in the passenger seat thinking about the condition we would find him in or how this night was going to end. Funny thing is, if you know me, you know I never drive in the snow. My nervous energy turned to fear and in an instant I was scared, scared to death. I just had to be the one to get us to Boston, get us to my baby boy. When we arrived I pulled over, put the hazards on and sent my husband to go find him. Of course he was not where he said he would be. My husband came back stating he could not find him. I looked through the windshield and said “there he is, you just walked right by him”. He was completely unrecognizable to my husband. I got out, ran to him and got him back to the car. He was soaking wet, he was freezing, he was layered in clothing, he needed to shower, he was skin and bones, he was starving and he was not high. We drove around for about an hour as he changed and ate the food we picked up for him. He talked so much to us about how beautiful Boston looked in the snow, “right Mom, doesn't it?” I remember he asked. “It’s really not, if you could see what I see Mom it is so cold, so dark, so scary and such a lonely place for so many people.” He told us how he had Thanksgiving Dinner with Mayor Mennino at a shelter. He boasted “Mom I told the Mayor that they should do more to help the homeless people.” He explained to the Mayor “I can handle it but a lot of people can’t......” I could tell our time was about to be up with him. I started to do the usual begging, crying and offering everything I could to get him off the streets into treatment. “I will take you to a hotel and we will call for beds in the morning”. “No Mom that’s a waste of money”. “I will take you to the hospital and stay with you until they find you a bed”. “No Mom there won't be any beds it's winter”..... and finally, when I knew it was contrary to everything I have learned.....”I will take you home and we will figure this out in the morning”. He looked at me with those big, brown, handsome yet broken eyes and said “I am home Mom, you can let me out here.” We stopped the car at the next red light, he jumped out and ran through the traffic and when he got to the other side he yelled “I love you Mom.” In a second he was out of our sight. We were on the side of the Boston Common. Hand Delivered Hope P.O. Box 189 East Bridgewater, MA 02333 1-774-565-4HDH (4434) I decided to plan a run to the Boston Common because of an experience I have shared in the about section of this page. This run sure is not a road race and if you are familiar with addiction you will understand my word choice. The run will take place after dusk when the shelters have stopped taking folks in. I will be collecting clean blankets, sweatshirts and jackets and delivering to the hands of all the sons and daughters in and around that area. It was my son's hangout for years even in the freezing snow and rain, it was where he called home. I can’t help my son right now, he needs to help himself, but if I can help keep someone else's child warm and let them know they are loved and that the one thing they always have is hope, I will. In addition, I will be making up brown bags with a piece of fruit, sandwich, drink and snacks. Inside the bag I would like to put a list of important telephone numbers, detoxes, etc. which will have the serenity prayer on the back side. Please if your son, daughter or loved ones addiction has lead them to homelessness and you know of an area that there is need of hope, warmth and a small meal let's talk about targeting that area as well, whether its in or around Boston. My goal is to do this the last Sunday of the month through the winter months and who knows where this journey will take us. What we do know is we will make someone's child a little warmer, fill their belly with food and their heart with hope ~ September, 2014, Lynnel M. Cox