Fixing a Part of Me
As we celebrate some of the greatest stories we’ve heard across our programs this year, we turn to Denton, TX, and Ambassador Gabrielle Rupe. Gabrielle shared with us a story that illustrates her passion for the work she does every day, and we are eager to share that story so that it may inspire others.
Here is the story as she told it to us, with minor edits made for clarity.
Gabrielle’s passion for her work shines through in everything she does.
The story I’m about to tell begins when I started working for the Ambassador Program here in Denton, Texas. My name is Gabrielle Rupe, and I’m 21 years old. Sounds like I might not have many years to my name to have such a passion for what I do, but age can be quite deceiving.
When I first joined the program, I was a bit nervous about big changes. I was also questioning if the loss of my mother and her addiction, along with homelessness, would affect my duty to help people. What I didn’t realize was that this job would become a calling—something deeply personal and transformative for both myself and the people I’ve been fortunate to meet along the way.
One particular day stands out vividly in my mind. It was a sunny afternoon, the kind where the streets were alive with activity. Amidst the lively hum of downtown, I noticed a man sitting on the curb, visibly distressed. His hands trembled as he held his head, and he seemed to be battling a storm within himself.
As I approached, I could see the fear and pain in his eyes. He was muttering softly to himself, overwhelmed and lost. Without hesitation, I knelt beside him and gently introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Gabrielle,” I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. “Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?”
At first, he didn’t respond. But as I stayed there, patiently waiting, his breathing began to slow, and he looked up at me. He admitted he was having a rough day, struggling with his mental health and feeling like the world had forgotten him. My heart ached for him because I knew that feeling all too well.
There was a time in my life when I felt lost, when every day felt like a fight just to stay afloat. I’ve also seen loved ones grapple with these same struggles, and I’ve watched how easily society overlooks people who are hurting. But I’ve also experienced the healing power of compassion, and that’s what I wanted to offer this man at that moment.
Together, we walked to a nearby bench under the shade of a tree. I encouraged him to take deep breaths and reminded him he wasn’t alone. He began to share pieces of his story—his struggles with homelessness, his fight to manage his mental health and his feelings of isolation. I listened without judgment, just as others had once listened to me when I needed it most.
By the time our conversation ended, he seemed calmer, more grounded. He thanked me with a shaky smile, saying, “You don’t know how much this means to me. I didn’t think anyone cared.” His words brought tears to my eyes because I knew how powerful it was to feel seen, to feel human again.
This moment wasn’t just about helping him—it was about healing a part of myself too. My past has given me a deep understanding of the struggles people face, and this job has become a way for me to give back. Every conversation, every small act of kindness, feels like a step toward mending not just others’ lives, but my own.
Being an Ambassador isn’t just a job for me. It’s a way to connect, to listen and to remind people—and myself—that no matter how hard life gets, there’s always hope. The path I’ve walked has taught me that we are all capable of rising above our challenges, especially when we have someone willing to stand beside us, even if just for a moment.
That day, I realized that while I may have helped him find calm, he gave me something far greater: a renewed sense of purpose and gratitude for how far I’ve come. Every day, I get to go home to my family and talk to them about how I was able to give back to someone. I wish the people I’ve been so lucky to meet know that they’ve fixed a part of me.