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		<title>Mistakes</title>
		<link>http://www.caritas.ca/2010/01/27/mistakes/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Marc writes:
One mistake that I’ve made on a consistent basis was being disrespectful. To whom?&#8230;.  My mother, father, close friends and so on.  As much as I knew I was being rude, I just wouldn’t get it.  With this mistake comes many lessons to come.
I noticed that the same pattern that I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Marc writes:</p>
<p>One mistake that I’ve made on a consistent basis was being disrespectful. To whom?&#8230;.  My mother, father, close friends and so on.  As much as I knew I was being rude, I just wouldn’t get it.  With this mistake comes many lessons to come.</p>
<p>I noticed that the same pattern that I created with my family and friends trickled into my relationships with my teachers and other authority figures in my life.  I ended up getting expelled from school due to my smoking, drinking and full out disrespect.</p>
<p>How is it that after two great scenarios in my life, I still didn’t snap out of it?&#8230;  Well it hit me in this program at “Caritas”.  My anger, disrespect, laziness, sneaky behaviours..  you name it unravelled in here.  Once day at King City, I was told to pack my bags and move to the city centre, in a blink of an eye.  I developed quite an intimate relationship with everyone there despite my rude actions.  The damage that I created though could not be mended in that split second that I had to move houses.  Then and there is where I realized that I better create positive relationships because nobody knows when a sudden scenario can happen.  Treat my family (mom, dad) with absolute respect, for they raised me and secondly, I never know when they’ll go.</p>
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		<title>My Big Mistake</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 15:14:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Steve writes:  One of my biggest mistakes in life is not building a close relationship with my father.  As I got older and more into my drug use we really drifted apart.  When I was 20 years old he passed away from cancer.  I will never be able to have that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Steve writes:  One of my biggest mistakes in life is not building a close relationship with my father.  As I got older and more into my drug use we really drifted apart.  When I was 20 years old he passed away from cancer.  I will never be able to have that close relationship that I want with him now, not in this life time anyway.  I wish I could go back in time and do things differently but I can’t.  What I learned from this grave mistake is to cherish the people you love.  Don’t take them for granted and make sure you tell them exactly how much you love them.  You never know when they’ll be gone for good.</p>
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		<title>Lessons in Life</title>
		<link>http://www.caritas.ca/2009/12/08/lessons-in-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:41:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tom writes:
I’ve made several mistakes in my twenty seven years on this earth but none stand out to me as much as the mistake I made when I was thirteen.  I was living with my father, in Newfoundland, at the time and the people who I considered friends were starting to pick on me and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tom writes:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I’ve made several mistakes in my twenty seven years on this earth but none stand out to me as much as the mistake I made when I was thirteen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I was living with my father, in Newfoundland, at the time and the people who I considered friends were starting to pick on me and outcast me from the group.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I didn’t know how to handle the constant abuse they were putting me through and as a result began to become very hard on myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I think it was at this point in my life that I stopped seeing the world as a beautiful place and began to only see the cruelty that the world has to offer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Things at home weren’t much better either, with a military father who expects a lot out of his only son, pressures were high and my desire to just hang out with my friends and have fun was looked down upon to say the least.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>What I wanted to do and what my father wanted me to do were two very different things and seeing that he was the man of the household I had no other choice but to see things his way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So, most of my time was spent in the woods with my father, when I wasn’t in school being picked on of course.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">He was trying to teach me how to be an outdoorsman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>He taught me to hunt, fish, chop wood, track, and most of all work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The only problem was I wanted to be hanging out with my friends who constantly picked on me, craving their acceptance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Eventually not being accepted by the people I so yearned to be accepted by and having different desires than my father had for me became too much to bear. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I decided to move to Nova Scotia with my mom and leave all my problems in Newfoundland where they belonged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>This was my biggest mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I say this not because living with my mom was difficult or anything but because in that moment in time I learned to run away from my problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I learned that when situations become too much for me to handle I could very easily run from them and this gave birth to a whole list of other problems that still, to this day affect my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>If there’s a valuable lesson to be learned from my whole ordeal it’s that, running from your problems doesn’t <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>make them go away it just makes them worse because not facing the obstacles that life throws at you just makes it that much harder to deal with the much larger obstacles that life presents further along the path of life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Wherever you go there you are, and just because you decided to run away from your problems doesn’t mean your problems decided to run away from you.</span></p>
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		<title>Addiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:39:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anonymous writes:
My addiction became the only way to deal with life.  The ways of life for me were to hurt my family, hurt my friends, hurt others, and hurt myself.  The work that I did for my addiction was to steal, lie, cheat, spend earned money, and to rob.  My experience in rehabs and jail [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Anonymous writes:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">My addiction became the only way to deal with life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The ways of life for me were to hurt my family, hurt my friends, hurt others, and hurt myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The work that I did for my addiction was to steal, lie, cheat, spend earned money, and to rob.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>My experience in rehabs and jail was not helping me become a healthy person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I could not wake myself up from the nightmare I was living. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Learning to face my problems without running to drugs and alcohol has not been easy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>With the support and direction from the program I have the tools to build an independent life for myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The decision is mine to make in regards to how the rest of my life will be lived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span></span></span></p>
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		<title>My Mistake</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:36:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chris writes:
I believe that one of my biggest mistakes is taking my life for granted.  I put no value to my time and procrastinated on all the important things in life that really matter.  For example, my family, my health, my friends and many more things that I can carry on about.
 
I’ve learned that like [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Chris writes:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I believe that one of my biggest mistakes is taking my life for granted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I put no value to my time and procrastinated on all the important things in life that really matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>For example, my family, my health, my friends and many more things that I can carry on about.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">I’ve learned that like time these things I’ve taken for granted don’t always wait until I’m ready to appreciate them the way they deserve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>On the other hand, I’m very lucky to have the kind of family I do that is still waiting for me to pull myself together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Of all the things I have taken for granted my family is the one that hurts the most.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I want to make it up to them and I know that getting healthy is the best way to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I don’t know where I would be without my families support but I do know where I am going now that I have it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">My efforts will be endless just like my lies and manipulation were endless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I will chase my sobriety like I chased my drugs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I will fight tooth and nail for my life and all its worth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>A big battle ahead, but I choose a sober life instead.</span></p>
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		<title>The Biggest Mistake in My Life</title>
		<link>http://www.caritas.ca/2009/12/08/the-biggest-mistake-in-my-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 14:35:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Aaron writes:
There was a period of time when I was nineteen years of age, my mother broke up with my father.  My part to play in this is that I had resented the fact my mother did what she did and because I felt so hurt inside.  I took advantage of her and began to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aaron writes:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There was a period of time when I was nineteen years of age, my mother broke up with my father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>My part to play in this is that I had resented the fact my mother did what she did and because I felt so hurt inside. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took advantage of her and began to hurt her by stealing money from her bank card. Over three months I had managed to spend well over $10,000 of her hard earned money all on crack cocaine, hotels, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Due to my actions my mother she could no longer have the chance to start to get ahead financially with her bills and payments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The biggest lesson I learned with this situation is it takes hard work and time to make money.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>To take it away from someone you love is taking them for granted and that is the worst feeling you could ever have.</span></span></p>
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		<title>Hopeless to Hope</title>
		<link>http://www.caritas.ca/2009/09/14/hopeless-to-hope/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:04:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tom writes:
Before coming into this program I was living in homeless shelters and on the street for two years.  I had no job, no real friends and no desire to live honestly.  My life was a living hell with no purpose at all; I would wake up every morning and have absolutely nothing to do [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tom writes:<br />
Before coming into this program I was living in homeless shelters and on the street for two years.  I had no job, no real friends and no desire to live honestly.  My life was a living hell with no purpose at all; I would wake up every morning and have absolutely nothing to do but go panhandle or pull scams in order to feed my drug habit.  I had no desire to find a job because it would take away time from me getting high.  I also didn’t feel good enough about myself to put in the effort to find a job.  To try and find an apartment seemed impossible because I didn’t have any references and whenever I’d had apartments in the past, I spent the rent money on drugs instead of rent. </p>
<p>Every step to a normal life seemed unbearable to me but then I found Caritas.  Through the program I slowly began to learn the basic skills I needed in order to live the normal life that I didn’t have before.  All the little things that I neglected before, I found out, were the things that were keeping me from living a good life.  Things like personal hygiene, cooking, cleaning, human connection, communication, work ethic, and so on.  That I was neglecting these things left me feeling so low about myself that I couldn’t take on bigger things. </p>
<p>After being in the program seventeen months, I now have a much better grasp on all these things and look forward to continuing to practice them as well as many others I will learn in the rest of my months here and the many years I have left after the program.</p>
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		<title>A Meaningful Purpose</title>
		<link>http://www.caritas.ca/2009/09/14/a-meaningful-purpose/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:01:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rob writes:
If I were to describe my life today in one word it would be “purposeful”.  Today I believe in a purpose driven life.  This is how I view life today but it wasn’t how I viewed it not too long ago.  My life before this belief was filled with very little purpose.  In fact, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rob writes:<br />
If I were to describe my life today in one word it would be “purposeful”.  Today I believe in a purpose driven life.  This is how I view life today but it wasn’t how I viewed it not too long ago.  My life before this belief was filled with very little purpose.  In fact, the only direction I had motivation for was drinking and using drugs.  I lived without a goal or a plan.  I would go to work not to build a career but to earn enough money to support my drug and alcohol addiction.  I had big dreams but my passion for life was hidden behind broken promises and a self-destructive lifestyle. </p>
<p> I was hurt.  I was broken.  I was angry.  I blamed everyone else except the one person who was responsible for my actions, me.  I was living a life without ambition or balance.  After twelve years of running on a dead end street I decided it was time to search for something worth living for.  I found Caritas.  I didn’t know how to get where I wanted to go, but I knew I didn’t want to go back to where I came from. </p>
<p>I’ve completed 23 months and it didn’t come without effort.  It took a lot of sacrifice, honesty, willingness, and humility.  I have learned a lot of life lessons that sometimes take a lifetime to acquire.  But above all, I have learned that the strength that is within me can overcome the struggle that lies before me.  Without the struggle I would have no purpose.</p>
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		<title>My Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 13:57:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[EM writes:
My life used to be exciting before,
But I had nothing worth fighting for.
It used to be about pleasure,
Yet I was blind to the real treasure.
I wanted it to be
Like peaches and soft cream.
But I kept falling in ditches
With lost dreams.
My life was about partying
From evening ‘til morning.
Yet it always seemed boring
Because I had no [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>EM writes:</p>
<p>My life used to be exciting before,<br />
But I had nothing worth fighting for.<br />
It used to be about pleasure,<br />
Yet I was blind to the real treasure.<br />
I wanted it to be<br />
Like peaches and soft cream.<br />
But I kept falling in ditches<br />
With lost dreams.<br />
My life was about partying<br />
From evening ‘til morning.<br />
Yet it always seemed boring<br />
Because I had no real meaning.<br />
While I was having fun<br />
My soul was bleeding.<br />
The lifestyle seemed flashy<br />
But it slowly brainwashed me.<br />
My life has no more compromise,<br />
I water the seed and watch it<br />
As it slowly rises.<br />
The change in me is evident,<br />
Constantly showing,<br />
Because the flower of life blossoms<br />
As I continue growing. <br />
I have something more important<br />
Than anything that can be bought.<br />
My life, my life,<br />
My life is all I got</p>
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		<title>The Road to Persistence</title>
		<link>http://www.caritas.ca/2009/07/03/the-road-to-persistence/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 18:36:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Derek writes:
Two years today marks an unbelievable, indescribable, and at the time, unachievable journey.  I remember vividly reading what was written in the Caritas Quarterly newsletter about a man whose alias was Rob.  As I read, stricken with fear, frustration, and mostly doubt, I tried to understand the type of “long hard journey” [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Derek writes:<br />
Two years today marks an unbelievable, indescribable, and at the time, unachievable journey.  I remember vividly reading what was written in the Caritas Quarterly newsletter about a man whose alias was Rob.  As I read, stricken with fear, frustration, and mostly doubt, I tried to understand the type of “long hard journey” he had embarked on those many years ago.  Words that he used seem, now, to only scratch the surface of the struggles I endured. </p>
<p> I can only speak for myself when I say that it was through trekking alone that I accepted and transformed that struggle into something I could hold as close to my heart as all the virtues I had only envisioned myself possessing.  Before arriving at Caritas, I hadn’t the motivation to try and build a relationship with my father, or even to finish my school year.  I was in a very negative mental state and my mood was as unpredictable as the weather in Bermuda.  </p>
<p>Coming in, I was the youngest in age and I felt like I couldn’t’ relate to anyone, which wasn’t anything new.  Sometimes I think about how far I drifted away from my family and, after everything I took from them, every defeating word I spoke, they are still there waiting for me.  The one thing I can say from coming in and out on during my fourth phase visits is that nothing changes out in the real world; but inside of me, nothing is constant&#8230;but change.  </p>
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