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Daylina Miller eating dinner with a COSAC shelter resident.

By: Daylina Miller

Being both pragmatic and morbid, one of the questions I asked myself before my 5-hour drive to Hollywood, Fla., was “What happens to homeless people when they die?”

During the first news meeting that was held at the Ramada Inn just a couple miles from the COSAC shelter, that very topic was on the list from last year’s “Will Write For Food” program. My goal was to find out what happened to homeless individuals that died in the shelter and on the street.

I ended up finding out a lot more than just the process of law enforcement officials delivering the bodies to the medical examiner’s office and then releasing them to a funeral home or crematorium for cremation and burial. I realized that no matter how down on life some of these people are, many of them manage to retain a deep spirituality.

I’ve been struggling my whole life with my spirituality. Is there a God? Many Gods? Is He or She the Christian God I was raised to believe in, judgmental and accusing? Hearing shelter residents discuss their relationship with God and seeing the signs about faith taped to the walls in their rooms was baffling. How do people who have literally nothing left to lose believe in an omniscient creator who allowed this to happen to them?

Peggy Walters

Then I met Peggy Walters, a full-blooded Paiute Native American woman whose story was heartbreaking and enlightening. Her spiritual beliefs awakened something deep inside of me, perhaps triggering the 12 percent of my blood that is Blackfoot Native American.

Peggy knows the poverty that plagues Native American reservations in this country. My own great-great-grandmother was born and raised on one in Montana. She has struggled her whole life and still believes that the Great Father is always there to guide her steps. Everything happens for a reason.

Peggy’s face is creased by years of laughing and she talks with her hands. She believes in the importance of touch, of looking people in the eyes and the power of laughter. People should remain childlike, she said, and remember how to have fun and to laugh because to the Great Father, we are always his children, no matter how old we get.


University of Central Florida Junior Jessica Gillespie poses as a homeless person.

By: Dori Zinn, Adviser

They sat down at the Ramada Inn conference room table waiting for the news meeting to start – staring each other up and down, mentally questioning everyone’s stories, qualifications, and credentials. What sets them apart? What brought 18 college students together from across the country during Labor Day weekend, 2010, to take over a homeless shelter?

They were hungry. They showed it, too. They spent an upwards of 19 hours on Sunday, Sept. 5 at the COSAC shelter in Hollywood, Fla., with the last group leaving at 4:30 a.m. They interviewed, wrote, edited, recorded, laughed, cried, and finally, they came out to see the light of day with reassurance that their purpose in journalism still stands. Everyone has a story. These students had the chance to tell them.

Ashley spoke with Johnny McCormick – the shelter’s oldest resident, and the reason why COSAC exists. Andrew followed around a vendor and questioned drivers and pedestrians passing by what they thought. Jessica and Hannah dressed up as homeless people and stood on the streets of Fort Lauderdale selling copies of the Homeless Voice and begging for money. After returning from their posts, COSAC Founder/Director Sean Cononie was even convinced by their new wardrobes.

“What’s so funny?” I asked him.

“Look at her,” he said, pointing to Jessica. “She looks homeless!”

The final group left COSAC at 4:30 a.m. on Monday, Sept. 6.

One student interviewed the clinically unstable patients; another student interviewed the head chef. A few girls went on an Outreach Mission, talking to homeless on the streets and encouraging them to come back to COSAC. They all left the shelter knowing they can make a difference in the world through journalism, which was one of the leading purposes of this project.

Throughout the coming days and weeks, their reactions will be posted here. Stay tuned for their stories, as well as final product of the October, 2010 issue of the Homeless Voice.

Jinna Marbry, after an 18-hour workday on Sept. 5, 2010

By: Jinna Marbry

Why would a 46-year-old single mom with no free time or extra money who hates flying want to drop everything to hop a plane to Hollywood, Fla. to spend Labor Day weekend at a homeless shelter with people less than half her age?

Believe me, when I felt the plane lift off the ground, I was asking myself that very question.  The answer, however, only became clear to me after an 18-hour grueling day that made me want to scream, laugh, and cry – all at the same time.

I have always had a heart for those in need and upon getting the courage to go college at 41 I wanted to share my love of journalism in a way that could make things better for our big ol’ world (syrupy sweet idea, I know). I digress, sorry.

Upon discovering the information on Will Write for Food 2010 through the Society of Professional Journalists, I couldn’t help but think what an awesome way to use my skills, but I was scared.  Back and forth I would visit the info page, talking myself into submitting work to be considered, then quickly talking myself out of it.  I can’t do it, I’m too old, I haven’t had the same opportunities to get in the field as all the other college students, I thought to myself. After all, I’ve been playing around with frills like working to pay the electric bill and keeping my 8-year-old daughter in zuzu pets. Yet I sucked up the courage and applied. Then I waited and bugged Rachael if I had been chosen.

So I got on a plane to share a room with giddy college girls who I had no clue about, going to spend my one and only free weekend in a smelly, dark homeless shelter thinking, “What the Hell am I doing?” Later I would find that my roommates were two of the most amazing, bright, intelligent, and sweetest humans beings God put on this earth.

On Sunday, Sept. 5, 2010, I figured it out.  I was on an adventure: a crazy quest to do something, to not let all the excuses of my station in life get in the way. I was reaching out of my nice little warm cocoon to prove that I can matter – that I can give a voice to someone through my writing and media skills (when I can get the stupid Final Cut to work).

I met Ellen. She is 45 years old – one year younger than me.  She is a prostitute with a $400 a day crack habit. She’s been abused, and a few ways that you would never imagine existed. All Ellen has to her name is a hand full of clothes and a story – a story that I had the honor of telling on Labor Day weekend thanks to Will Write for Food 2010.  Yes, I may have screwed up the video segments or missed out on some of the younger college crowd jokes. I may have been clumsy in my interviewing skills, but I gave Ellen a voice.  If I can do that for others, I have figured out my purpose. Thank you my Will Write for Food 2010 team. You Rock! Hey, I’m not too old to use that expression, either!

By: Ashley Hemmy

When taking on this opportunity at the Homelesss Voice, I knew I wanted to write about someone extraordinary.

Johnny McCormick intrigued me right away.

Suffering from Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, a lung disease developed from smoking, Johnny resides on a mattress on the second floor of the COSAC shelter. He shouts and curses at passing residents.

And they all love him.

Johnny was the first  resident and the reason why this shelter exists. And he is the favorite of Sean Cononie – the director and founder. I was so excited to write about such an amazing, lovable person.

I sat with Johnny from 10 a.m. to about 4 p.m. on Sunday, Sept. 5, 2010, and all I got was that he loves bologna and Dick Tracey. Sean later told me that he had never talked about Dick Tracey before, so he was probably lying to me.

Besides the  lying, Johnny wasn’t short on insults to me:

  • “You are a fucking whore. Stop smelling up the place.”
  • “Get out of my face, you creep.”
  • “I’m gonna call the police on you!”
  • “Are you drunk right now?”
  • “What are you selling, lady?”
  • “Little girl, your mommy and daddy are calling you.”
  • “Why don’t you go play with your dog or something?”
  • “You are a real nut case.”
  • “Just go home already, lady.”

As you can see, Johnny was a lovely person.

Once he saw I was done conducting interviews and was ready to leave, he sat up and shook my hand.

“It was real nice talking to you,” he said.

And all I could do was smile. After being the nutcase that sat in the hall for six hours, I knew I had a really good story.

In April, 2009, when the first Will Write for Food program took over the COSAC shelter in Hollywood, COSAC residents Shawn Anderson and Crystal Vogelsang got married. Since then, resident and Minister Ronald Simmons gives an update on the “happy couple.”

By: Andrew Pantazi

We’re on deadline, and I, being the best journalist at the event, have finished my stories, so I’ve been tasked with writing a blog post.

It’s Sunday night, and I’m working with 23 other college students and advisors in a tight-quartered, 10 foot by 60 foot room with an incessant din of random editing tips. There’s something religious about the way 21 people who come from varied colleges such as community colleges, universities and some place in Colorado. (What is the University of Northern Colorado, anyway?) We come from newspapers as controversy stricken as FAU’s University Press and as large as UF’s The Independent Florida Alligator (largest in the nation).

And just when it seemed our cliché of a newsroom couldn’t get worse, our air conditioning doesn’t work right. The 80-freakin’-degree heat and sweaty humidity remind us that we’re in south Florida.

But it’s cool (pun alert) because we’ve met dozens of homeless people. We’ve learned to discern the difference between fact and schizophrenia. (By the way, we met the king of Antarctica). And we’ve sympathized with the dozens of men and women living in dorm-sized rooms.

While our teamwork can sometimes look like a newspaper version of the ever-so-fun-to-insult, split-personality, Miley Cyrus, that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other.

We even have a half-Iranian journalist and an Israeli-born journalist who seem to love each other just fine, despite what Faux News tells us.

But such love doesn’t just happen. There is a glue that keeps this haphazard “Odd Couple”-esque family of journalists together. Me.

I don’t check AP Stylebook. AP Stylebook asks me what AP style should be.

Here, at the end of the day, we’re finishing up our editing, our designing and our coffee-gulping.

I know that I’m excited for tomorrow.

So far today, half a dozen students have visited another shelter, followed a vendor on a street corner, or posed as a homeless person.

Others have interviewed shelter founder/director Sean Cononie, long-term resident Johnny McCormick, or former European basketball player Horace Brawley. They’ve talked to prostitutes, amputees, mentally challenged, physically impaired, and suicidal lesbians.

With copy slowly coming in on Sunday afternoon, Art Director Stephanie Colaianni is starting to lay out cover page options for the October, 2010 issue. The book is set for a minimum of 16 pages. An Outreach mission – where the shelter medical staff go out in search of homeless on the street – is set for Sunday evening. The Outreach volunteers – a nurse practitioner and a police officer – go in search of homeless living on the street and give them food, cigarettes, or medical supplies out of an ambulance that belongs to COSAC.

On Labor Day weekend, 18 college journalists from across the country took over the Homeless Voice at the Coalition of Service and Charity (COSAC), a private homeless shelter in Hollywood, Fla. While most of the students traveled from across Florida, senior Catherine Meyer came from the University of Northern Colorado and Jinna Marbry is a senior from Kennesaw State in Georgia.

On Saturday evening, the students ate dinner with residents and visitors and toured the 14 year-old shelter. On Sunday morning, they scattered across the shelter scouring sources with audio recorders, Flip Video camcorders, and good old-fashioned notebooks. Off to the races!