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Kona House

Organized by: Tonya Noel

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EVENT DATE Sep 14, 2015

THE STORY:

My name is Tonya. I’m from a small town in Indiana. As a teen, I was quite the rebel. I grew up in a safe home, with a somewhat normal family. My dad was a truck driver and was on the road often. My mother was a depressed, stay at home mom. I really didn’t need anything but wanted everything. I think that it’s safe to say that I was a teen rebel “extremist”. My mother and I fought constantly and my father was rarely home. Being the oldest of four, the best attention I would get was negative attention. I must have enjoyed it because I found myself shipped to a behavior health facility and shortly after getting out, I was pregnant; at 15. This time, abortion wasn’t an option. I had no choice; I was sent to Florida to live with “family”. At least that’s what I was told. Once in Florida, I was driven to what was then called H.U.G. We girls knew that the acronym stood for “Home for Unwanted Girls”. I was dropped off, told that I wouldn’t be allowed to call anyone and was shown to my room that I shared with another pregnant teen. I remember “school” the most. We would be picked up on a bus and shuttled to a local vocational school. Lunches were cold when they should have been hot and hot when they should have been cold. It makes sense since we got the leftovers from the high school down the street. The teachers were mean. It seemed that I was constantly the target to their animosity. Sundays were interesting. We were shuttled to “church”. Now, I was somewhat raised a non-denominational Christian. This "church" was a concert-like event at the big Pentecostal church. People talked in tongues and hooped and hollered like I had never seen. Unfortunately, I had no choice. That was now my church. I remember getting close to a couple of girls. It was nice to know that there were others like me; young, pregnant and scared. It wasn’t until the day the dead rat showed up behind my dresser, that I couldn’t take anymore. I broke the rules and called my grandmother and told her that if she didn’t pick me up, I was leaving on my own. Needless to say, I had a new roommate; my gramma. I continued to go to the “school” and eventually, she had to leave to take care of another family member. I soon moved in with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. I went to the local public school and was treated so much better. Soon thereafter, I was induced and had a beautiful baby girl. I knew that if I held her, that I would never let her go. I didn’t have a choice. She was adopted through a private adoption and that was that. I went on with life although always thinking and praying for my baby. I went to college, partied, and got kicked out. Moved to Florida for a change. That didn’t last long and returned to my small town. I then decided to move to Chicago. That’s where I met my husband. He was big on education and pushed me to go back. That’s what I did. I became a teacher. I was certified in both elementary education and special education. From the beginning, I taught students with special needs. Although a very good man, my husband became a hard man to live with. In turn, we divorced and I moved back to my small town. It is here that I landed a job in the same behavior facility I was in as a teen. For six years, I taught, counselled, ministered, parented, and learned to love working for such children. During my fourth year of teaching students in a behavior health facility, my cousin, who had recently moved to Florida, called. She told me that she had found the daughter I gave up twenty four years before! I cried for many reasons. I found out that I was a grandmother of twin, four year old boys! You see, I was never able to have children as an adult. I was now a mother and grandmother all in five minutes. A few months later, I made the trip to Florida to see the daughter that I had to give up so many years earlier. The reunion was pure bliss. She and I talked for hours that night. The next day, I met her boys and the people who raised my baby. Two years later, my pregnant daughter and grandsons came to live with me in Indiana. It was a short two month stay as she was homesick. However, before she left, she informed me that my relationship will not be the same if I continued to drink. At this time, work was driving me to drink more. The public school system had taken over in the facility and my administrators expected my classroom to be run the same as theirs. Ultimately, after two years, I was let go because I couldn’t meet their expectations. I knew then, that it was time for a change. I found someone to “rent to own” my house, moved to Florida and went to rehab. I was only in treatment for two weeks as I had to start a new teaching job. While in the treatment facility, I was amazed at the beauty of the place. After detox, we were moved into houses that held six to eight women. It was so refreshing to find, once again, others like me. I’ve been sober since July 14, 2014. It has gotten easier and I really don’t think of drinking much. I do, however, think a lot about why God has put me here. My faith in Him is growing stronger every day. He has led me here. It is clear to me, that this has all been in His plan. I finished the year teaching and have decided to take a year off. Now, as I watch my granddaughter during the day and ponder exactly what God wants me to do, I know. Throughout my life, He has been preparing me to give back to pregnant girls who need someone like me. Someone to whom I can offer my life experiences with. To help those who struggle with the outcome of their choices so far. That is what God is calling me to do. I want to offer a safe, Christ-like environment that provides education, gardening, exercise, cooking, counselling, Bible study, life skill training, and more. I envision a home that has enough bedrooms to house eight girls. Have enough land that girls can enjoy outdoor life. Security systems throughout to ensure safety. Overall, I want the home to be a life-changing experience. A place that girls have choices. A place that brings out the best of each one. Through Christ, anything is possible! Please help me to help both the girl and her unborn child. Thank you so very much for taking the time to read this.  Please pray for my journey and if you are able to donate, even a little, I will be always grateful. God Bless you!

$70

MONEY RAISED
  • Chris Krull

    $50

  • Shane Jacobs

    $10

  • Heather

    $10

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Donor Comments

Heather

Heather

DONATION: $10

Good luck! Wish I could help more! 3 years ago

Shane Jacobs

Shane Jacobs

DONATION: $10

You got this, babe! 3 years ago

Chris Krull

Chris Krull

DONATION: $50

Go get 'em Tonya! I love your spirit, compassion, and testimony. You have never given up and I know you never will. We were such close friends when we were little and I really had no idea of what all you were going through. I am excited for you to continue to touch others' lives! Good luck! 3 years ago

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