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Voices from
the Streets
> One Year From Now
> The Cost of Booze
> Robin Wiliams & Me
…and more

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More than a Magazine Tell Your Story

Speak Up Magazine is a 501(c)3 non- Writing workshops are open to the public
profit based in Charlotte, NC. The purpose every Tuesday at Speak Up at 2:30 p.m. This
is two-fold: to give a voice and provide is the first step to being published.
employment for vulnerably-housed and
homeless individuals.
Speak Up offers an income opportunityfor homeless and vulnerably-housed Get an Empowering Job
people. They become micro-business
owners who buy copies of Speak Up for a Have you lived on the streets? Are you still
low price and then resell them, keeping all there? Are you on the edge?
the cash and earning a generous profit. As To join Speak Up and become a
a result, these enterprising street vendors magazine-selling micro-business owner,
learn to manage their resources and grow come to Speak Up on Mondays to sign up
their businesses. for an interview. Or call 704-980-9885.
This legitimate alternative to begging
and social handouts creates a livable
income, increases self-respect and renewshope for the future. This Zine Team

Editing
Will Vaughan, Jess Forsythe, Kayla Rainey,Get Involved Peggi Knowe, Harry Griffin

Volunteers and interns are welcomed for Visuals
creative areas, such as photography, editing Kylie Wyman, Layout and Design
and video work, as well as administration, Deb Shaw, Photography
development, social services and more. Fritz Gartner, Photography
Your generous donations and
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give today at speakupmag.org/donate Visit us online for photo credits and more
about Speak Up’s mission, vision and
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INSP-iring change

Speak Up’s co-founder Lana Shaw conference fees for Speak Up and other
spent last week in Glasgow, Scotland, grassroots magazine delegates to attend!
at the 20th Annual Meeting of the Lana came away from that conference
International Network of Street Papers inspired by the innovations and successes
(INSP). There are over 100 street papers that our street magazine friends, in
and magazines around the world; Europe, Africa and Asia, have pioneered
the INSP is a UK-based charitable over the last few years.
organization that connects, supports and One of the key conference themes
networks many such papers. related to the vendors, the homeless
Speak Up has frequently tapped or vulnerably-housed individuals who
into the INSP mindshare and network, decide to become micro-business owners
but this is the first conference we have by selling magazines.
been able to attend since our launch in Below you can see a photo of “the
2011. For this, a huge thank you is due Smart Bib” from The Big Issue in South
to the INSP, who paid the airfare and Africa. Its unique design both simplifies
cashless sales for vendors and easily
communicates a series of personal
messages to potential customers.We’re
excited to implement similar ideas in the
near future.

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accomplishing their goals.
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—Matt Shaw
Executive Director

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Requiem
(for Jeffrey Donalson)

In this alley stinking of urine
littered with cigarette butts
waste-water pools,
mirrors the contours of clouds
blue sky
the sun–
a single point of brilliant light.

He could speak to this
until in shadow
beneath the bridge,
unacknowledged,
he was beaten to death
for a pint of gin.
—Robb

I sleep on these streets
Concrete and fear are my friends
We won’t stop fighting

—Michael

Another Memorial Service
(Jerry M.)

Another service today
Another friend gone
Another one come
Another service planned, but yet not
But yet not long and one will be gone
And another one come
And another service, another day.

—N.T.A.

Although I’m homeless
I will never ever quit
No sore loser here

—Tony

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Speak Up Intern Report: Wednesdays 06
The Cold Blue Streets 07
O-V-E-R-C-O-M-I-N-G 08
The Life I Want (Drawing and Words) 09
HOPES: One Year from Now 10
I found Peace at McCreesh 11
Something’s Got to Give 14
The Cost of Booze 15
Tales from a Rubber Tramp’s Dashboard Light 16
Is Life Hard or Do We Make it Hard? 17
True Believer 18
Classified Ads from the Streets 20
Code of the Streets 21
Robin Williams 22

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INTERN REPORT
Wednesdays are my favorite days. I never in Charlotte, Mike came to Speak Up where
liked them before; they fall midweek, too he now sells magazines, writes for Speak Up
soon to be looking forward to the weekend and re-invents his own life by advocating for
and too late to be reminiscing about the himself and others.
previous weekend. But now, Wednesdays Mike’s story makes me smile, particularly
excite me. I wake up, go through my usual on Wednesdays. Wednesdays are special
routine of showering, brushing my teeth and days. I smile because I know that Angela
getting dressed, and then I stop and smile. and Mike will be at Speak Up before I
At first, I wasn’t sure why exactly I would arrive, eager to participate, write and better
smile. “I get to sleep in a little bit before work,” their lives; because I know that Michal
was one thought. “Wednesday is Humpday!” will show up to Speak Up with his usual
was another. Then I considered what really positive attitude and snazzy style; because
makes me happy on Wednesdays—the I know that Daniel will come and make his
people that I get to interact with. presence known through his contagious
After all, I am a pretty relationship- laughter; because I know that I’ll see
oriented guy. Building friendships is key Charles’ beautiful handwriting and hear just
to my happiness, but I could not have how much Whitney loves her unborn child;
imagined how impacted I would be by the because I know that I’ll be able to listen to
stories and experiences that I have heard the soft voices of Lynn and Cassandra and
while at Speak Up. read the poetic words of Sheila and Nicole;
Mike’s story is one of the first that comes and because I know that I may encounter
to mind. Mike was in jail in Wilson, NC. He Tawanna’s quiet assurance, Azabambia’s
had lost touch with his mother, Angela, and innovative ideas, and Aleasha’s creative
had no family there. He got to know one of photographs.
the bondsman at the jail, and they quickly I smile because Wednesday is Vendor
developed a friendship. Next thing he knew, Training Day.
Mike was bailed out of jail by this man that
he had recently met. Van, the bondsman, —Will Vaughan
brought Mike to his house at Christmastime Speak Up Intern
and helped him get back on his two feet—a
difficult task considering Mike’s epilepsy. Will Vaughan is a senior at Davidson
After recently reconnecting with his mother College, where he is majors Sociology.

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THE COLD BLUE STREETS

It’s another homeless story of hurt and despair.
Lost, alone and no one that cares.
Rain, pain and the concrete walls come crashing in.
Sometimes it seems that you have reached your end.
A summer breeze rustling through the trees whispers to you that you are free.
Free from hurt and despair, free from all who don’t care.
God hears and knows and cares.
He never goes.
He is always there.
A star seems to be so far but you keep on keeping on
Till one day you will go Home.

—Sheila

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MY STORY of
OVERCOMING
After realizing that I actually did not have
a place to call my own, I felt that God had
abandoned me. I couldn’t hear from Him.
He left me to fend for myself. I found myself
asking, “What have I done to deserve this,
God?” My first shelter was at church; they They asked, “How are you doing?”
did have a sanctuary where I would go Me being me, I answered, “Besides being
often to be alone and commune with God. I homeless, I’m fine.” Then they said I could
would pray, cry, and read my Bible. This was use their apartment they built for their two
the only place where I could find my solace. sons! The youngest son had moved out two
The sleeping area was one big dorm with 50 years ago. It’s a detached garage with one
bunk beds. When you first walk in, it looks bedroom and it is FREE until I can get some
like a giant adult nursery for old people. steady income. It’s in a gated community;
I was bed number 51. my neighbors are Rocky and Bullwinkle,
I will never forget when I petitioned God Smokey the Bear, Bambi and her mom and
to show himself strong to me. But He went dad, and the wise old owl. Who knew that
silent! Like the saying goes, “The teacher is God had nudged me on into a place where
always quiet during the test.” And that He I started not to go? I would have missed my
was. I cried and tried to keep depression blessing.
at bay, but the journey was still growing So, what happened yesterday? I officially
weary. I asked him to show me something moved into my own apartment! It’s been
supernaturally since He didn’t speak to me. a LONG journey, and I didn’t know when
I didn’t hear His voice nor feel His hand or or where my new address would come. I
His presence. left My Sister’s House [a transitional living
I was sitting at the light on the corner of center]. NO MORE hearing five different
Beatties Ford Rd and I-85. I always have my ladies snoring like cows, mules, and lions.
camera with me. A cloud started forming Oh my!
the word “Hi” as I was sitting at the light! However, I do hear an owl at my new
As I was reaching for my camera, the cloud place. I bought $19 worth of groceries.
started to slowly dissipate. God said Hi in It felt so good to know that I have a clean
His own way! He’s the same God that led the refrigerator to put MY FOOD into and not
children of Israel in the wilderness with a a crate. I can access my food anytime I want
pillar of fire by night and cloud by day. and don’t have to put my name on a list to
On my way from Speak Up where I get it. The owner also put a new door on for
just had my initial interview, I stopped at me, and I don’t have to worry about creepy
the United House of Prayer’s restaurant. crawlies coming through the door.
Actually, I started NOT to go, and I was So, what happened yesterday? I was
torn and sensed I was supposed to. I finally raising my hands up to God, and I was
relented. It was my first time there. thanking Him that this journey is almost
Once inside, I saw a pastor friend and his over.
wife from my previous life. I saw them, and —Aleasha Reese
we chatted a little.

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THE LIFE I WANT FOR MY BABY

beau
Whitney’s
Charles,
by
Illustration

I want my baby to be smart and well loved. but many mom’s overcome it. I hope to be a
I want my baby to know right from wrong. good influence for my baby and to learn the
I also pray my baby will be real healthy and right things to do so I can teach my baby.
in good shape. I wish to teach my kids how I believe my baby will be a strong minded,
to live in God’s ways and to honor our God. fast learner, brave individual. I have faith it
I am going to look into my sweet baby’s eyes will be smarter than its dad, Charles, and
and I know the first time our eyes meet one also that it will be the smartest kid in its class
of us is going to be crying for joy and for the because I’m going to try to teach the baby all
life that we will have. It is the beginning of I know and more.
a friendship, a family, and a new lifestyle. I I’m going to be a good mother to my
hope to learn many things while becoming baby. Also, Charles is going to be the best
a mom. I look into the mirror and say what dad. I know that as a team we can teach our
will I do? I’m a little scared and I don’t want baby to overcome many things about their
to be a bad mom, but I do hope to learn everyday life.
what to do. It’s going to be hard and a hassle —Whitney

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ONE YEAR FROM NOW

One year from now, I want to be caught up
with my child support. I want my daughter
and I to have a close relationship. I want to
be enrolled in an associate degree program,
working on an associate degree, on the
way to a bachelor’s degree. I want to be
set up with my disability and Medicaid. A
year from now, I want to have saved up a
substantial amount of money in order to get
a place and other necessities.
—Michael

A year from now, I will graduate from
Southeastern Institute as a masseuse, and
my disability will be done with. I will have
my own home. I will be happy just to be
alive another year. I will be done with legal
problems. I will have more spiritual growth.
I will be closer to God. I will be more of a
blessing to someone. I will be sitting in this
chair one year from now.
—Michal

One year from now I want to change
the world with my music. The guitar is a
very well known and loved instrument.
Almost immediately you can understand
why. When you hear the harmonies of the
instrument it relaxes the mind and keeps
you in tune with yourself, and in that action
alone you remember the joy and beauty in
life. Music helps shape the lives of many
people, and because of this I have always
wanted to see how just a regular everyday
person can change the world.
—Stefan

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PEACE AT McCREESH

When I grew up in the country, life was go to my doctor every month. I have a roof
hard but it was fair. Now that I look back on over my head. The most important thing
it, I think we had a lot because we had each is that I am clean, and that feels good. It is
other. It would rain inside the house, but it a good feeling to know you can wake up
was home. Then we moved to the city, and I with a roof over your head, and the people
knew nothing about anything. One day, my around you are clean—well, most of them. I
mother told me to go take a bath, and I did like Pam, the director. She is my friend and a
not know what to do because I had never good person, but she will let you know if you
seen running water in a house before. I had do wrong. All and all, we here at McCreesh
never seen a house where you could turn are blessed.
the lights on from the wall. Then, things Thank you, McCreesh Place for getting
changed again. my life back on track. It is not all the way,
I was growing up in the city’s fast life; and but I am getting there. All I miss is having
not long after, I got in trouble and started my dogs with me. They are over at my son’s
using drugs and messing with girls. The house, though, so I can spend time with
worst part was probably the drugs—those them when I want to.
are what really brought me down. I went to I do not drink anymore because that
prison for drugs, and while in prison I got is what made me sick. See, I have chronic
really sick twice. They took me to the hospital pancreatitis. It flares up about twice a year;
and wanted me to have surgery. However, but when I am here, I can get help. They
my family said, No. They explained to me will call the ambulance to take me to the
that I was just a number to them in the hospital. That is another good thing about
prison system. About three weeks later, I being at McCreesh, and I never have to
was called to the warden’s office and told worry about someone eating my food.
that I was going to get to go home. When At McCreesh Place, everyone should be
I got home, I had to have surgery within a thankful for Father McCreesh. God bless
year. That was the first surgery. him up in Heaven.
Now that I am at McCreesh Place [a —Gene
supportive housing community], I have to

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Something’s
Got to Give
Well, as of lately, my life has been…
There seems to be something trying
to steal my joy. Things go smoothly for a
while, all blue skies and sunny days, and
then things just start going south.
I find out that the rent that my
boyfriend and I are paying is not going to
the homeowner but to a shady middleman,
so he plans evict us. My boyfriend lost his
job, so we don’t have money to move. I got
a check in the mail that could help, but I
can’t cash it. This check came from losing
everything I had in storage.
I know life can’t be all blue skies and
sunshine but sometimes something’s got
to give. My boyfriend and I don’t have any
idea what we’re going to do. I feel like I’m
back at square one.
Pray for me.
—Tawanna

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THE COST OF BOOZE
Six dollars and fifty cents. That’s the going It wasn’t long before police questioning
price for a fifth of cheap vodka. Any self- led them to the hired man, who was
respecting abuser of “spud juice” makes sure arrested, and at the time of this writing
there is a steady supply, but when supply is is in jail on murder charges and a million
difficult, due to lack of funds, one turns to dollar bail.
other ways of obtaining his “medicine”. In an The passed-out man knew it was only
alcoholic induced panic, morals go out the a matter of time before Johnny-Law came
window. All thoughts of right and wrong do calling again.
onto others or turn the other cheek, cease to He was a chronic alcoholic, but his
exist. death the next week was drug-induced,
This is a story that left two men dead not his drug of choice. On the morning
and another headed to prison for up to of the thief’s memorial we learned the
twenty years. Try to find some good out passed-out man had died too.
of this and please let me know what that The code on the streets, which is a strict
might be. code, was broken. Thou shall not steal! It
A man was witnessed stealing a is a situation of great sorrow, and anger,
bottle of vodka from another man, who grief and questions. Numerous people’s
was passed out. The thief died shortly lives have been affected. Our street society
thereafter as a result of a severe beating. is on display to all, once again.
The beating was administered by a man This is our cost of booze.
hired by the passed-out man. It was a —Brad Huston
beating of retribution. The hired man got
carried away.

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Tales from a

there myself, that food out of the trashRubber Tramp’s
would have looked to me as a feast fit for a
king. I could not turn my back upon this
scruffy human being.
Going outside, I talked to him whileDashboard Light
other people walked by us choosing not to
One summer day back when we could see him or admit he was there. I offered to
use our food stamps at Kentucky Fried buy him a meal and something to drink.
Chicken, we decided to get something to This took some doing, but his hunger
eat, as there was no meal that night. We had finally won out. Once inside, he acted
ordered, finished eating and were enjoying as if he had never been inside before or
our drinks when I decided to go outside for that they would ask him to leave, perhaps
a smoke. While I was smoking, I saw this because of the way he looked. “I’m paying,”
person with hair and whiskers disheveled, I told those behind the counter, my voice
wild, and unkempt that would have made a echoing in a room that had been full of
caveman proud to call his own. His clothing sound, but now had gotten as quiet as a
had seen better days, having holes and rips graveyard at midnight. Yet he kept looking
in them. to me as he ordered, looking as though
As he leisurely ambled to the main he had done something wrong just by
entrance, he gradually went to the trash walking in the door, still not quite sure if
and began to rummage for something to he would be served. When his food came,
eat. This made me wonder why—with all he hugged it to his body as though he held
the meals here in town—he would have something very valuable and was afraid
to look in the trash for something to eat. we would take it back. Leaving faster than
Had no one told him about the Outreach he came in, he left me to wonder from
meals? I went back to my girlfriend and time to time if he found his way or fell by
asked if we could spare the price of a meal. the wayside. Does he still survive?
Would it be wrong to offer him a meal?
She said, “It’s up to you.” Having been —Randy Parcher, the Rubber Tramp

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IS LIFE HARD OR DO WE
MAKE IT HARD?
Every day, we all have things to do. Some of Him your whole life, not just a part of it,
it is harder than others. Sometimes your day and find out for yourself what Jesus will do.
goes by without a hitch. Sometimes it goes Remember, Jesus is the way, the truth, and
well, sometimes not. Sometimes smooth the light. Let Jesus Christ be the light unto
sailing, sometimes you are homeless like I your feet. He will guide your steps, and His
was…thankfully not anymore. Holy Spirit will show you the way to go.
There are times when problems just Now it’s up to you. You can keep doing
come out of nowhere and find us; and what is not working, or you can give your
there are times when problems just keep life to Jesus and let Him help you. Jesus
on coming. Like the old saying goes, Christ will help you the way He helped me.
“Problems come in threes.” Well, I had my
share of problems in the past, and I guess —Iris Berkowitz
mine didn’t know how to count. They just
kept coming.
About 30 years ago, things changed.
Don’t get me wrong. I still have my share of
problems from time to time, but now I know
a way to make troubled times easier…God.
Yes, that’s right, Jesus Christ. Jesus is the only
way to help solve any problem you have. In
fact, if you’re not feeling well, He can heal
you too. I should know. He has healed me
many times.
As it says in Matthew 11:28-29, “Come
to Me, all who labor and heavy laden, and
I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon
you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and
lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your
souls.” Also, in Psalm 147:3, “He heals the
brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
What does all this mean? It’s simple. Give

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TRUE BELIEVER
I’m a true believer He was the greatest man
In the story of Christ That will ever be
How he walked without sin And he gave it all away
Then, he paid the price For you and me.

He was bold as a lion I used to walk in the dark
And meek as a sheep Alone, out in the streets
When they slapped him on the face With chains on my heart
He turned the other cheek I had to rob just to eat

He took a couple of fish Scammin’ every morning
And a basket of bread To get my fix
And fed 5,000 When the going got ruff
With plenty food left I had to learn new trix

He came down from the mountain Then I’d keep’a rollin’
Turned the water to wine Not a care in my head
Healed the wounds of the lamb The way things were goin’
And gave sight to the blind I should surely be dead

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But I now walk with Jesus He’ll clean up your mess
I’ve been burnt by his fire With his blood and water
And there ain’t no dope Be your best friend
That can get me higher Your brother and Father

The fire burns in my heart When you call his name
Ya see, it lights up my eyes He’s always around
And the flama’ keep’a burnin’ You know He’s got your back
Till the day I die Won’t ever let you down

Now listen everybody And if you slip in the mud
What I’ve got to say When you’re lost in the dark
If you wanna get to Heaven He’ll clean up the mess
He’s the only way And give you a new start.

You gotta lay down your life —Douglas E. Lawing
And die to your sin
Open up your heart
He’ll come on in

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Speak Up’s vendors and friends who
have been on the streets have a lot to
offer (and may need some help too).

Here are their Classifieds:

VOLUNTEER FOR SALE

Wanted Sewing Volunteers for sewing tote Dodge Stratus, high miles, red. Needs
bags. Must have some sewing experience repair, passed last inspection. $2,000 firm.
by hand and by machine. For more 704-910-3432
information please call Iris at 386-314-6268
for interviews. Fashion merchandising and Wedding dress, good condition from
designing students welcome; can earn class Hidden Treasures. $100.00 firm. Hand
credits. It’s for a good cause. wash. 704-910-3432

Cocktail dress, tan color, straps with jacket,
and sparkles. $100.00 firm. 704-910-3432
WANTED
CD/DVD Craig Electronics TV. Requires
Guitar Wanted Hi! My name is James YUV cable. $30.00 firm. 704-910-3432
and I’m 22 years old. I love music and I’m
currently looking for an acoustic guitar. I’m
homeless and if I was to receive the guitar it
would be a stress reliever. Whenever I play
guitar it opens my heart and allows me to SERVICES
speak freely. It would be a great blessing and
I’m also willing to negotiate a price. Please
contact Speak Up to help. Thanks! Services Offered I will offer data entry
services on a temporary basis. No more
than 10-15 hours per week. Some paralegal
and medical billing training. 704-910-3432.

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CODE OF THE STREET

I’m not always delusional. Sometimes I’m just wrong.
Don’t let the things you own own you.
—Tyler

Be kind.
Be respectful of everyone you meet.
Try to make someone smile.
—Randy Parcher

You cannot fake it till you make it on the street. You must be you, or
else people who live on the street will first distrust, dislike, and just dis
you. The street has a code: Be yourself—warts and all. Do not try to fit
in. Do not try to force yourself on others. You have to be open and have
to be respectful.
Do not try to be someone else if you are new to homelessness.
Then look for the strong ones. They will be there—those that I call
watchmen. They will be gracious and more than willing to help
you. But do not put your guard down. Be aware. Be awake. Be alive.
The street can be mean but it can also be very loving. You can meet
people who will love you without judgment, without prejudice. On
the street, mos. Guard your spirit and body. This is the code of the
street. Just be who you are. No faking.
—Frank

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I was in a
twelve-step
meeting with Saxon/AP
ReedRobin Williams
It was a few years back. That is a segue into my story. Our
I was sitting in a local twelve-step recovery society wants us to recover. They call the
group in Traverse City, MI. I sat by a window places we go to as correctional facilities
to get fresh air, being a non-smoker. I looked and rehabilitation centers. You do the jail
out in the parking lot and saw this nice limo time, the probation, and all the classes.
pull up. I thought it was one of the local You do all this stuff along with millions
yokels who got his tax money in and was of other people, and then society doesn’t
trying to showboat for the rest of us. Then take the foot off our backs to see if all this
I saw Robin Williams get out, and I thought rehab will work. That is the problem I am
this is going to get crazy. Never before have running into, and I am one of many.
we had a celebrity come into the meeting. I think Robin Williams had a foot on
So he walked in and sat down, and probably his back too. I think his success was a
20 of the 25 people got up and went outside. foot. If the meeting in Traverse City was
I looked out the window and they were all like every other meeting he went to, his
on their cell phones, just dialing. It wasn’t 15 success was his downfall. After the melee
minutes, and there were hundreds of people started, the meeting just defaulted because
in the parking lot. people wanted to see Robin Williams. He
We carried on through the meeting, but had a very firm handshake, and you could
essentially it was over. As I shook his hand tell he was a humble man from the way
and apologized for what had happened, that he talked. What a shame it was that he
because we aren’t used to anything like couldn’t come somewhere and take care of
that around here, I remember he put his himself.
head down said, “That’s ok. It happens all —Mike Gillespie
over the place.”

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Thank you to the donors and volunteers who
kept Speak Up ticking this summer:

Jacqueline Baase, Lauren Beatty, Audrey Branch, Well Experience Counseling, Marc
Dickmann, Lucille Diebolt, Troy P. Felten, Nate Fortunado, Sr., Kelly Fritz, Nikki Godfrey-
Hill, Sue Green, Harry Griffin Jr., Elizabeth Hagan, Jammie Hall, Lisa Hammond, Ron &
Rose Hinckley, Steven Hodgen, Cindy Hull, Chuck Jarrett, Paul & Chrissy Jaselskis, Jane
Jason, Robert & Rita Jason, Steve & Peggi Knowe, Lakeshore Christian Fellowship, Devon
Lane, Bryan K. Lewis, Joshua Lewis, Owen & Lauren Lienhard, Karen Ludwig, Seth McCord,
Barbara McNitt, Pete Moller, Ann Nelson, Bryan Norton, Peggy O’Brien, Mark & Cynthia
Penzien, Lee Ann Perry, Mary Pierce, Shannon Presler, Cal & Lea Queener, Ann M. Rogers,
Jill & Jason Gilmore, Norman & Catherine Schmitt, Iris M. Shaw, Whitney & Josh Skeans,
Joseph Toth, Maureen Voss, Rise Ward, Mimi Wheeler, Samantha Norden, Will Vaughan, Jess
Forsythe, Kayla Rainey, Esther Trinh, Lucie Smul.

With extra special gratitude to these folks,

Marilyn & Phil Felten, Kathy & Bruce Simpson, William & Deborah Shaw, Mark & Cynthia
Penzien, Lakeshore Christian Fellowship, Steve & Peggi Knowe

…and to Speak Up’s terrific summer interns.