Pubdate: Fri, 18 May 2007 Source: Vancouver Sun (CN BC) Copyright: 2007 The Vancouver Sun Contact: http://www.canada.com/vancouver/vancouversun/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/477 Author: Frances Bula Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/heroin.htm (Heroin) DEAD ADDICT REMEMBERED AS A RELIABLE VOLUNTEER Businessman Says Binner Would 'Bend Over Backwards To Help People' VANCOUVER - You probably saw Chris Giroux at least once, if you spent more than an afternoon in Vancouver's downtown any time in the last decade. A baby-faced guy with a mop of frizzy hair and endless energy, he was always moving through the city, riding his shopping cart down a hill, squirming through a dumpster, hustling through the streets to collect enough bottles, scrap metal and secondhand clothes to get enough money for food, smokes and crack. He was anonymous to most passersby, just another one of the city's many street people. But to those who are part of that small world, he was a larger-than-life character. Giroux was one of the small cadre of full-time binners who work their traplines of dumpsters religiously and take pride in supporting themselves. His territory was the alleys east of Granville around the Drake, the Gathering Place, Glowbal and the Comfort Inn, where he had a string of business owners who knew and trusted him enough that they put out their bottles for him or left their dumpsters open. He was a tough guy no one pushed around and he was never short of opinions about the government and the causes of homelessness, some of which were captured in a documentary called Homeless: A Movie, one of his handful of media appearances over the years. And, in recent years, he'd become a regular volunteer at the First Baptist shelter at Nelson and Burrard who could be counted on by staff to do everything from carting laundry around to being the security guard. "If anything serious happened, we knew he had our backs," recalled Sharon McFadyen, who was an outreach worker at the shelter until recently. McFadyen was one of about 30 people, shelter workers and street people, who gathered Thursday afternoon in a meeting room at First Baptist to remember Giroux. He was found dead in a bin in the alley of the 1100 Granville block at 2:11 a.m. April 21 by a couple of other binners. He'd injected heroin and nodded off after doing it. He'd fallen face forward on to a plastic bag and suffocated. He would have been 42 on June 24. Robert Swann, pastor at First United, said when he first heard that a body had been discovered in a dumpster, he was sure it wasn't Giroux. "I've run the shelter here for 81/2 years and if you'd asked me who would have been the last man standing, I would have picked Christopher Lee Giroux," said Swann as he opened the memorial. Although Giroux had been barred recently from binner central in Vancouver --the recycling depot United We Can -- for cheating on the pay system, Swann remembered him as a guy who could always be trusted to come through with what he said he was going to do. That was an accomplishment, he said, for someone who "lived with an addiction to deal with a broken heart." From what Giroux had told people, he'd grown up in Ottawa and been introduced to drugs by his grandfather. He'd worked as a telemarketer and for a moving company. His first wife died of cancer and his second wife died after being stabbed for the $20 in her bag when she was on her way home from the grocery store. After that, he left Ottawa and came to Vancouver, where he lived on the streets for the last 10 years, running into occasional problems with the law, but nothing serious enough to put him behind bars for any length of time. People like Shadow, who still lives on the street, and Kevin Sleziak, who runs a demolition business, met him at places like Pigeon Park and Oppenheimer Park way back then. "At first I thought he was a shady character," said Sleziak. "But he'd bend over backwards to help people." His one-time girlfriend, Laura Giesbrecht, remembered how he would push her around in a shopping cart when she was too sick to walk. And even though he seemed like a tough guy with attitude to the rest of the world, he was so grateful when anyone did a nice thing for him. One day, he was arrested mistakenly (he has the same name as a well-known child predator) and, by the time he got out of the police station five hours later, he was yelling and hollering because he hadn't been able to do his binning all day and had no money for food or crack. When he found out that Giesbrecht had collected from all his regular spots and come home with money and three rocks of crack, "he had tears running down his face." Giesbrecht is convinced he didn't take heroin on purpose, but that someone mixed it up with "jib," or a form of crystal meth, that looks and tastes the same. "It was a freak accident. "But God said he had enough pain and it was time to go." - --- MAP posted-by: Beth Wehrman