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resumes and letters of reference…

March 25, 2015

#1: I’ve watched him for more than a year now – drifting in, and out of our shelter – his mind haunted by memories that make him virtually incapable of speech.

His case file from back home speaks of severe beatings, early and often.

Likes hard manual labour.

What horrors he has seen he will not say.

He thanks me for asking, but says that it’s between him and God.

#2: Children’s Aid swooped in and took away all his younger siblings. But because he is 16, the province has no legal obligations, and so a social worker sent him to us.

He’s from a town of about 400 people. He’s never been to Halifax before.

He doesn’t want to talk about why Children’s Aid came to his house.

The older shelter youth watch out for him, and someone shared a joint with him, and that made him happy.

He has a nice boyish smile.

Back home, he said he was just about to start his very first job, working at MacDonald’s.

He tells me that the interview made him very nervous.

#3: She sits numbly on the chair, staring off into the middle distance. Her eyes dry, but glazed.

She has confided that she had just been sexually assaulted in an alley off the downtown strip over a $20 drug debt she couldn’t yet repay.

“Do you want to call the police and press charges?”

She simply shrugs and gets up to go off to bed.

“It’s not the first time,” she says indifferently. “Pigs don’t care about homeless youth.”

Not a tear. No anger. Just resignation.

A week later she is crying and wailing and wrenching at her clothes with me in the kitchen. Her boyfriend had just called her and broke up with her.

Her heart is broken.

Just like any 17-year-old girl would be if their boyfriend had just called and broke up with them.


She too wants a hard labour job – preferably in landscaping. I had printed off some resumes for her, just earlier that day…

One Comment leave one →
  1. March 25, 2015 11:21 pm

    Powerful notes from the interior.

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