I am not just talking about this organization but the town of DeQueen. I lives there from 1984 until 1999. My husband passed away on the night of January 18, 1998. When we came home from the hospital, although we were about the only american in our nieghborhood. My frontroom was filled with women. Some I knew and some I didnt. But they were all there for me to help me through one of the worst times in my life and the lives of my children. That is why I am proud to be from DeQueen. And still consider it home even though I now live in a resthome in another town.