Posted on July 21 at 9:15 p.m.

"REDEMTION!! for Casa Esperanza, or, was it me?
Mr. Foley, I wanted, no, I needed to write on our conversation today, and, me being back at the shelter. I came to realize you truly do understand what it feels like on this end.. To feel like you've fallen into a black hole and you can't see your way out, you begin to feel like a hamster in a wheel exerting all this energy and going nowwhere, you begin to think of yourself as a human failure, wondering what happenened? How did this happen to me? How did I let this forbidden thing, this plague, this scarlet letter attach itself to me? You ask yourself "how could I be so stupid?" "Careless?" not see it coming to this, and then the worse of all,...one day you look in the mirror and you don't recognize the person looking back, the eyes are empty, frightened, dare I say.. h.o.p.e.l.e.s.s...but, how, did I get here? You search your mind and your soul and you can't find the answer, not you! This couldn't happen to you, but, it did, and you are here in this lonely place and no one knows why I'm a useless case. "HOMELESS" that dirty word you never want to utter,...now what? Shame overtakes you. I think about all the people and watch them walking down State Street, and I know it's getting close to six and it's time to get home for dinner. As, I watch I become increasingly aware of my empty spot and the pain because I haven't a home to belong to where my family awaits and is expecting me for dinner, to ask me how my day was. So, where did I go wrong? Mr. Foley you told me a story about a problem having a gift in it's hands for me and I felt touched by you for giving me some hope to hang onto after I was left only with bitterness at my circumstances, you told me there were people here who were going to help me, even after I had pushed their help away out of pride, and, I began to cry. You sat down in your busy schedule today and took the time to tell me in a kindly manner about how I would find enlightenment through all this with a gentle smile on your face never doubting it to be true. You told me to enjoy myself, as the tears ran down my face, you said, "go to the free museum, or, the pier" at this time while I recover, something I didn't think I deserved. I realized after our talk that I could be part of the problem or part of the solution, and that I could make it with your help, and it's hard to admit that I need help, but, I do. So, I guess what I'm trying to say Mr. Foley is, I am sorry for what I said before and I am truly grateful that Casa Esperenza is here for people like me because without it, I would be left hopeless and alone. Also, I would like to give a special shout out to day shift manager, Jerimiah Taylor for he went above and beyond the call of duty to help someone feel they belong somewhere,...Thanks. J.K. & Bubba Cha-Cha

On Off the Floor No More?

Posted on July 14 at 4:06 p.m.

oh,..bull!!!! I was in Casa when they kicked Cyrus out and that is the night he died!!! Casa couldn't care less, the next week they kicked out "Jane" a woman featured in the cover of their newsletter,...oops, they forgot to mention they kicked her out to the street where she was found unconscious on the very beach Cyrus died on !!! Please save all the mushy B.S. we know whats real we are casa's clients and were going to speak our truth , I hope someone hears it before another one of us is sentenced to death by CASA ESPERANZA!!!! Stop giving CASA your $$$$, they DO NOT hel-p the homeless I should know I am one of them!!!

On Obituary for Cyrus Nathaniel Lathrop