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Free Christmas Eve Concert Benefitting CHV

You’ve bought and wrapped all the gifts, the turkey is stuffed and ready to go into the oven, friends and family will arrive in a few hours--so what to do? Take a moment for yourself this Christmas Eve. Settle down amid the scent of pine with a friendly crowd, take a deep breath, then sit back and listen to jazzy and traditional Christmas music.

We Three Queens--the trio of Kate Hammett-Vaughan, Jennifer Scott, and Karin Plato--will be the highlight of your Christmas season and the perfect way to stroll into Christmas Day. It’s guaranteed that you’ll feel the spirit by the time you leave.

Tuesday, December 24. 3-4p.

St. Andrew’s at Burrard/Nelson in Vancouver.

No admission but we’ll pass the basket to benefit Covenant House Vancouver which provides love and hope to Vancouver’s street youth.

More info here.

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This experience will stay with me for a lifetime...

Below is an email that was sent to us from a Sleep Out participant who wishes to remain anonymous. I hope you will take the time to read this; it is incredibly inspiring and touching.

I wanted to share with you the post I wrote shortly after the sleep out. The experience not only changes the lives of the youth for whom the money was raised, but also each of us that participated. Thank you for all you do every day. This experience will stay with me for a lifetime...

It's not every day that you go to sleep and know for sure you will wake up a different person.

That's how I felt last night as I snuggled into my sleeping bag atop a piece of cardboard in a dark alley on Pender Street. As I tried to make sure every square inch of me was protected from the wind and cold (which is pretty impossible, by the way) I knew that I would wake up with a different perspective on life. It was a long, cold night. Though, not as bad as I thought it would be in some respects. The sleeping bag kept me warm but even the slightest part that wasn't covered was frozen. I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have a sleeping bag when so many homeless have only cardboard and newspaper to protect them from the below-freezing temperatures or rain. They showed us how to crumple newspaper and stuff it in our clothing to act as insulation... These are the lessons that hundreds of homeless youth learn every night instead of algebra or angry birds or Facebook.

The hours leading up to bedtime were long, emotional and bonding. So much so, that by the time I laid down I fell asleep pretty easily. It was unnerving listening to all of the street noise which seemed amplified and I resisted the urge to sit bolt upright every time I heard a skitter from the corner or footsteps near my head. I knew we were protected. We had amazing support workers that watched over us all night long. And yet, what would it have been like to fall asleep exhausted in a doorway. Vulnerable, exposed, and woken by a kick or a shake from annoyed strangers. Being yelled at to move along when the only crime was trying to find a sheltered place to fall into exhaustion. Or worse, being exploited simply because you are there...

When I woke up this morning my overwhelming realization was this: How bad would it have to be that you would choose this? What horrors must you be running from that sleeping alone in the cold, on the streets, is the more desirable option? I awoke in the dark before the media arrived and as I sat on my cardboard with my head low, covered by a hood, huddled and shaking from the cold I thought "I must look like a homeless person"... Even as I pined for the warm car with heated seats and a hot coffee that would shortly whisk me away, I contemplated what it would be like to wake up with nowhere to go.... No one to give me a hug or say good morning.  Nowhere even to use the restroom without hiking for blocks with all of my belongings only to be told "for customers only". How easily we take for granted such basic necessities....

I left early this morning. Shied away from all of the cameras, before many were even unfolded from their sleeping bags, and avoided the conversations of "how was your night". It was still dark when I escaped to the warm car and sipped my hot coffee. I ran not because I wanted it to be over - in some ways I regret not staying to hear the experiences of others - but because I wanted to stay huddled in my own thoughts and observations. I didn't want to lose the reflective state I was in and I needed time to process my own feelings before being pressed to articulate them to others. Even now I'm ignoring the relentless pings of emails, text messages, and voicemails. I'm not ready yet to go back to reality and am terrified of washing away this experience too soon....

And yet it wasn't the cold or sleeping outside that caused the most profound shift in me. It was late last night as all the participants were mingling around the darkened alley like an odd cocktail party full of the usual small talk. A man approached us asking for $2 for the bus. I watched the faces of those who had spent weeks fundraising for homelessness and paid attention to my own instinctual reaction: why should I give you money to buy drugs? This was my first thought. I'm not proud of it, but it was my honest knee jerk reaction, and the obvious reaction of others standing by. In that moment I knew that it's all about choices. Not just the choices of the people on the street to leave wherever they came from, to spend $2 on food or drugs, to seek shelter or not. But also the choices that each of us make every day. To judge or to show compassion. To sit in front of the TV or take action. To buy a latte or give someone $5 worth of hope. Regardless of how that hope is spent. When did we decide that it was our job to deem someone worthy of our aide? When did we decide that the reasons or the choices that another makes should dictate whether or not we show compassion. More than the cold or the cardboard or the rats or the noise, it was that moment that shifted my perspective so completely. In that moment I decided to be different. To not let the reasons for someone's suffering determine whether or not I reach out a hand. That no matter whether someone falls into the ocean or jumps intentionally, that I want to be there with a hand to pull them out. Because life is about choices. I can't make anyone else's but I can make my own.

I urge you to take a quiet minute to think about your choices, your honest knee jerk reactions, your judgment’s, your time, and your actions. And ask yourself what choices you'll make differently today.

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RBC and Covenant House – Teaming Up for Mental Health

Mental illness continues to be a major issue with homeless youth in Vancouver. Having a mental health issue makes it practically impossible for these youth to transition from life on the streets. For the past six years, Covenant House Vancouver has been helping our youth with mental health issues by providing in-house counseling and care from our mental health clinicians and partner psychiatrists. Holding these sessions in our facility has resulted in a tremendous improvement of the mental health of our youth.

Since 2009, RBC has supported this vital work, allowing us to help our youth stabilize and improve their mental health so they can begin the process of leaving the streets for good. This year, we were fortunate to receive $50,000 which will make a tremendous difference to our youth who struggle with mental illness. Through RBC Children’s Mental Health Project, RBC has provided more than $16 million to organizations dedicated to providing early intervention, increasing public awareness and reducing the stigma of mental illness.  

Thank you to RBC Foundation for helping us to help our youth!

RBC and Covenant House – Teaming Up for Mental Health
Pic caption: From left to right: Mithun Bhindi, Branch Manager at RBC Royal Bank, Broadway & Granville Branch; Tristan Klassen, Associate Manager, Corporate, Foundation and Community Giving, Covenant House Vancouver; Francis Hung, Branch Manager at RBC Royal Bank, Hornby & Nelson Branch

Youth Christmas Party Video Tour!

Yesterday we held our annual Youth Christmas Party complete with fantastic food, decorations and presents (Christmas Backpacks). A huge thank you to all our donors, volunteers, supporters and staff that put on such an amazing party for our young people! Thank you to Savoury Chef who donated the Christmas meal for the party!

Merry Christmas to all our youth!

*Please note there are no pictures of our youth to respect their confidentiality, we took the video before the party started so our youth can just relax & enjoy *

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