Kensington, Phila

March 15, 2025

We walked down Ruth Street and turned up Hart Street towards Kensington Ave. We stopped and prayed for Roxanne who was sitting on the front steps of some building in a door entrance. She looked like she had such fear in her eyes. She said that she was looking for her mom.

When we started walking again, we noticed a woman sitting in one of those walker things that can turn into a seat. She had a shopping cart behind her on the sidewalk, but she was in the shoulder of the street. At first, she was unresponsive. My hand was freezing cold, so I placed it on her neck against her bare skin. She didn’t even flinch. A few of us began to pray over her. I heard the Spirit of the Lord tell me to say in her ear “wake up”. I said it with my eyes closed. As soon as I said it, I opened my eyes and her head popped up and her eyes opened. I looked into her blue eyes and her pupils were pinned. She tried to look at me, but both eyes weren’t looking together. I asked her name and she couldn’t speak. She only made grunting noises. I thought she said her name was Lauren, but I could tell she was frustrated because I couldn’t make out what her name was. I saw tears falling down her face. She kept trying to say something and I just couldn’t make it out. Finally, someone realized she was trying to say “hospital”. I called the ambulance. They said they were on the way, but it felt like they took ten years to show up. While we were waiting, the woman kept fading in and out. We kept trying to keep her awake and talking but it was so hard. In the meantime, some sort of emergency response vehicle pulled up. The man driving got out and we told him what was going on. He began asking her questions, what is your name, your age, what drugs did you use… She still couldn’t speak, only mumble. Again, the man thought she was saying her name was Lauren, but she shook her head no. She was grabbing at her wrist and the man pulled back her sleeve. She had a hospital bracelet on. Her name was Dawn. The man kept waking her each time she would fade out. He ended up giving us a few boxes of Narcan. Finally, the ambulance came and loaded Dawn into the back. I was talking to her, and she was trying to tell me something, but I just couldn’t make it out. I was rubbing her arm because I did understand that she said she was cold. When I rubbed her arm, she squeezed my hand as if to thank us. I pray freedom and life over Dawn. God isn’t finished with her. I know because if it hadn’t been for us, she would have died today.