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ODE to Despair By: Donald Tremblay

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012

A voice cries out from a festering wound, In a place of darkness, continual gloom.   Tortured souls, wails unheard, A place of madness, a wretched world.   Those who delight in spiritual death, Dignities denied, all rights oppressed.   Misery abides deep in it’s mire, Emotional carnage, hate never tires.   Injustice rages, hearts grow cold, Virtue has withered, empties our souls.   Compassion has ceased, loves heart has failed, This hell is alive, it’s the Don City...

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Bread for the Journey by: Adrian (Ed) Vandenberg

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012

Bread for the Journey  by: Adrian (Ed) Vandenberg

We will miss Jim. Also known as James Anderson, Jim had become a special part of our “family” and community.  He had a brutal past, and lived for most of his life on the edge of society.  He was haunted by the demons of addiction and abuse.  But he had become a special friend to those who knew him.  Among Jim’s qualities were his honesty, his quirky sense of humour, his love of animals, and his loyalty to the people on his “circle.”  He was a hard worker and would give his full strength any work that needed to be done.  Jim regularly help set up for our Toronto Dismas...

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A short history of years of knowing Charlie by: Les Horne

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012

Its such a long time since we first met. I was a traveling man. My job was to journey the province inventing plans for impossible children, the kind who cannot be helped. The original word was “Incorrigible.” Charlie was incorrigible but,  he was an adult and none of my business; yet the obstinate persistence of a psychologist forced the system to pay attention. Institutionalized at the age of three Charlie lived in a big warehouse wearing the label Retarded.. He was rejected but not retarded. I’ve heard horror stories of abuse told by other children from Orillia. Charlie relayed...

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