UPDATE: Zach Died From an Overdose. Homeless Youth Sleeping Rough in Ottawa.

Zach is 20 years-old sleeping rough in Ottawa, Canada. The night before he slept in a parking garage.

He says he has been homeless since 12.

UPDATE: Zach passed away from an overdose in May of 2018.


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  1. I have a 14 year old son. I can't get my head around the fact his parents kicked him out at 12 ?. What kind of parent does that to a child… They both have blood on their hands. Selfish twats.

  2. I don't judge people who are on drugs. They're just sick. Stealing and prostituting are just symptoms. They just need help. Somebody to give them structure.

  3. I feel so sorry for this young man his parents has got alot too think about and his lousy girlfriend both!! How could you put someone out is my question too these dirtbag people who took this young mans life away!! You people allowed this poor man od because yiu didn't care enough!! May you who is responsible for Zach death have many bad luck in your own lives, for allowing Zac O.D. because you didn't care for him you are rotten evil demon!!?

  4. Zachary Cochrane. Seeing his childhood photos from his obituary, and then his tribute page on Facebook… he really went downhill real fast. I think you caught the last glimpse of hope in this kid. RIP.

  5. If parents kicked him out, and ex kicked him out, there is more to the story about this kid. Let’s not jump to conclusions here and assume everything is alright in this 2 minute clip.

  6. RIP Zach… I hope you rest well in heaven, whilst many continue to just love act faulting your parents, I hope its all muted up there and you receive endless of wishes

  7. This is really sad about this kid Zach it's a sad reality but these things really do happen I experienced this all around me and it was sad to watch not only in Indiana but here in Boston as well when people feel they have no hope it's like their life drains from them

  8. When I was 5 years old, my family was going to his grandma’s house. All of a sudden, when we were around five minutes away, two cars crashed into ours. I assumed they were drunk. My parents both died right away but my sister and I were alive. A fire started in the car and we were forced to leave our parents in the car and climb out the windows. I was much more injured than my sister so I took longer to leave the car. When I finally climbed out, my sister Caroline was nowhere to be seen. The cops got there a few minutes later and hopefully arrested the other survivor who crashed into our car. The cops searched for Caroline but had no luck. Little did they know that she was running on the road towards my grandma’s car. The grandma was told by Caroline that the others were dead. Then my grandma saw the fire and thought the same. She regrets her decision not to look because there still could’ve been people alive and Caroline could’ve just been assuming that they were dead. They drove back and I was put in an orphanage because they couldn’t find out the identity of my grandma. I was adopted after a week into a nice family (aside from the mom who didn’t want a kid but followed through with it anyway). To me, it felt like the mother wanted her family to be perfect. Every small thing I did, the mother slapped and insulted me. I felt suicidal but he stopped myself because the dad supported me. I wasn’t even allowed to go to school or any public place because of my bruises. A few years later, when I was 11, they gave me a flip phone and the first thing I did was call the cops and tell them about my life since 5 years old. They came to the house, escorted me from the house, and arrested the mother and the dad kept me until a year later when they had finally found out my grandma’s identity after we went to a drive thru at a chick fil a when I recognized her and said grandma. I got out of the car and asked if it was really her. She assured me it was her with tearful eyes. I remember the dad’s last words to me before I was no longer the dad’s son. They were, “I love you but you have your real family that you need to be with now.” I had mixed feelings. I was happy that I could see my family but sad because I had to leave my adopted dad. Now, I visit them almost every day after school and I hang out with everybody. I was even was reunited with my best friend in preschool. I also met John and Sydney who were two kids my grandma had adopted who were older than Caroline and I.

    The moral of the story is: never give up because there is always something positive that you can work for.
    Please don’t commit suicide or hurt yourself because you were born to be amazing and to exceed people’s expectations and do something extraordinary

  9. This is not right, homelessness needs to be dealt with, his son is growing up without his father and no other man could ever feel that void, ik from experience, I hope his son thrives, cz it’s gonna be mental hell.