Sox Place is a drop in center for street kids that provides a safe haven for them to call home. But it’s not just a drop in center, it’s a church. Doyle and the supporters of Sox Place are dedicated to changing lives one relationship at a time in the heart of Denver. Surrounded by prostitution, heroine use, and meth addiction Doyle dives into the mess of people’s lives and loves them where they are at.
Imagine being 16, 17, or 18 and living on the streets. CNN catches up with some of Denver’s homeless youth to find out what it’s like. It is a story of survival and hope. Most of them have found a home through Sox Place. Even though they face more struggles than most, they have not let their dreams die.
From the darkness of his troubled adolescence in Arkansas, Doyle Robinson found the light: He would draw upon his own pain to help troubled teens. From his early days handing out tube socks to homeless kids on the 16th Street Mall, Robinson’s vision has grown to include Sox Place, a converted downtown auto shop that’s now Denver’s only daytime drop-in youth center, where kids can find a warm bowl of soup, a quiet place to crash, easy camaraderie and the occasional punk concert. And if they’re seeking spiritual guidance, Robinson — an ordained minister with the Assembly of God — can offer that, too. But he prefers action to words, showing the power of faith rather than preaching it.
The following was written by our friend Mud, who recently died in a tragic car accident.
We put it here as he wrote it.
What sick puppets we are…what a fucked up and disgusting stage we dance upon…born with innocents but no longer in controll of our own strings. Forced to march to the commands of the nobel authority, while the machine of social disctruction blinds our socity, handicapts our freemdom, and eats it’s way in to our souls like a vicious plague leaving us with nothing but the spoiled core.
– Random Thoughts by Mud
Why is it so many people I know die and I have no feeling or reaction. I feel numb, as if nothing happened. Will people feel this way if I were to die? Better yet would I feel this way if my son or wife died? I feel like crying but I stop myself. I’m feeling fear as if everyone in the room had suddenly focused their attention on me. Who knows what they are thinking. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I even feel guilty for what the feelings I am feeling. Is this normal? Or should I have taken Josh’s place. May my friend, my brother, my Josh rest in peace. I love you.
– Written in 2002 after Mosh Josh died