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Couples Get Free Lovin

It is 9 o’clock on a Saturday night, and Sean Cononie has just finished ordaining a wedding. The couple shares a kiss and gets in a car to head to a Marriott hotel. But after their two-day honeymoon, they won’t go home to a house with a yard. The newlyweds will return to the homeless shelter where they live. Cononie isn’t a traditional minister.
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Homeless and Unwanted: The Decrease in Compassion in America

Homelessness is a problem. Everywhere you walk, you see a homeless person sleeping on the street, taking up public space and making the streets of our cities less safe. This is what many people think when they see a homeless person peacefully sitting on the street. Earlier this year, police began arresting homeless people in Tampa, Florida for sleeping or storing their belongings in
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Until We Meet Again

There are some people that end up here and we never get the whole picture of what landed them to our doors. You find them interesting by their vocabulary. You end up asking yourself, what happened to this person’s life that got them to become homeless? These are the same people you fall in love with and no matter how bad their life skills
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$32 and A Loaf of Bread

When I first stepped into the middle of the intersection Route 441 and Sheridan Street, I saw a cop car on the side of the road with lights flashing two blocks away from me. I was told I should be afraid of cops. According to COSAC Homeless Shelter Founder and Director, Sean Cononie, Hollywood police are cracking down on people like me-homeless and asking
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All Too Common

Michael Bayes noticed the shaking woman walking up to the COSAC Homeless Shelter. As he opened the door, her body began to fold and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Bayes, 61, in a wheelchair, attempted to grab the woman and guide her body to the pavement. She was having a seizure. “With Lisa this happens everyday,” Bayes said. “I try
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Haute and Homeless

Walking into COSAC Homeless Shelter at dinnertime on a Saturday, I expected to see a lot of desperation, people who had given up. I expected to see jeans frayed around the ankle, splattered with paint or mud or the unknown. I expected to see worn and torn graphic T-shirts with holes in the armpits, articles of clothing so filthy I’d never touch. I expected
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