Hi! I am typing this in June of 2016 which means I will turn 60 in a couple of months. I would have thought turning 60 would be a challenge but instead I am having a great time preparing to celebrate! One of the first things I will do is ride the bus with a 60+ Senior’s ticket. I just discovered two days ago the tickets will soon cost me less and I do love saving money!
I hope to soon enroll in Paralegal studies. My goal will be to provide pro bono services to our clientele at the homeless centre where I work.
I blog because I love to write and hope to someday be published. I also wanted to share the stories of my years as a homeless child. It was a terrible and sad time in my life but there were kindnesses bestowed on me by strangers. Their goodness gave me courage to keep trying and eventually I succeeded.
A little more than 17 years ago I opened a day shelter for the homeless in my community. Our shelter is Street Help Homeless Centre of Windsor. I have used my experiences as a homeless person as a guide to providing services which I found were nonexistent or poorly provisioned.
My goal is to serve others the way I would want to be served. To only serve food I would serve my family. To offer a place of safety from violence, pimps, drug dealers and those who do not understand. To offer a home where all are accepted ‘as is’ free of discrimination.
Our centre is run primarily by volunteers, most of whom are homeless or recently homeless. I, my husband and our bookkeeper are all volunteers as well. We have a few small paid jobs for homeless people to work as our street patrol staff. Who better to understand the needs of the homeless than the homeless themselves!
We have proven the homeless are a previously untapped resource to the community. In a simple way of putting it; it is much nicer to cook your own food, wash your own dishes and clean the floors in the charity rather than always standing in the receiving line. Our centre provides the homeless the opportunity to help themselves and our way has proven to be a method to help restore dignity and hope.
On a final note I was born Zora Zebic. During my younger years I was often bullied, including bullying by teachers, simply for my name. I legally changed my name in my early 30’s and plan on recovering my original name!
In loving others I have learned to love myself and to love my very special name! I am Zora Zebic and I hope you enjoy my stories, poems, thoughts and photos.
Unless otherwise stated, all photos, stories and poems are my work and should not be reproduced without my permission. Thanks!