It's Been a Battle...
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My name is David Piccirilli and this gofundme is for the financial assistance of my parents, Micah and Angie Piccirilli.
For the last year... well, in all honesty, since as far back as I can remember, things at the Piccirilli house have been tough. Physically, emotionally, financially... it's been a battle.
In the past year things have hit a new low. I will spare the years of details, but do my best to catch you up to speed.
Who are My Parents?
(David and Micah [dad])
My father, Micah, is one of the most selfless, giving people I know. He's always led the family spiritually, ushers at mass every Sunday, assists in evangelization at our church, and helps ANYONE who asks. One example is that he'd take my brothers and me as kids to downtown Baltimore to spend Saturday mornings with Dennis.
My dad met Dennis in Canton one Saturday morning in 2010-2011. Dennis had a disabled hand and had been living on the streets for many years. My father would go 2-3 times a week to see him and the other guys on the streets, buy lunch for them, and spend time with them for a few hours.
At Christmas, my dad helped Dennis get Christmas gifts for his children who he struggled to provide for since becoming homeless. He helped him get a place to live. And would bring Dennis to Thanksgiving Dinner at our house... Dennis found love and support through my dad.
My dad is like this with everyone he meets. Pouring his heart out so that others may know the love of Jesus. The amount of time and energy he selflessly gives is amazing.
Importantly, my father has congestive heart failure from chronic A-Fib that makes him extremely weak. His heart continuously beats out of rhythm and has been doing so since I was a kid, it is insanely uncomfortable! His heart was made even weaker after 3 failed surgery’s to correct the problem. Because of this, my dad runs at about 20% the energy level of someone his age. It makes it hard for him to sleep and breathe. Endless doctor visits, multiple surgeries, countless close calls... still... he gives and gives.
(Benjamin [brother], David, Angie [mom], and Samuel [brother])
My mother, Angie is "a proud mother of three boys". She'll tell you all the time. My mom kicks butt. She was there for us at home, would help out with youth group and things at church and is always supporting us in the faith. Though my dad is the artist, my mom is all about the crafts and decorating, making our home comfortable. Mom's also incredibly thoughtful, supportive and loving. Let me tell you... when my brother Sam and I went away for school, my mom took care of 90% of the stuff we'd need for our apartment. Not the fun stuff, no. The dishes, towels, silver ware, clearing supplies, shower curtains... She set us up because she didn't want us to have to worry... and that's what she does.
My mom is awesome. She's so giving of herself, and so dearly just wants to love people.
But she too, has been dealt a large portion of health issues. As much as she desired to be a mother, each pregnancy left her with a list of issues that are taking years to fix and accept. Mentally, where she had never struggled, depression & anxiety developed that decided to stick around, even though my youngest brother is 19. Physically, her body changed causing all sorts of things resulting in countless surgeries, PT, injections, patches & pain...
And, although she SWEARS she’d NEVER want to trade us for her life before kids, I know she wishes she could just “do more.”
All these things combined have kept my mother limited in strength and energy. However, limited severely by pain, she presses on.
The Situation Today
When I was younger my dad inherited the family marketing and advertising business. My grandfather had to retire after health issues. This was roughly the time my dad's heart issues began, mom's depression, mom's back issues, and eventually dad's depression... mean while, my brothers and I are just little guys.
My father has done the best he can, even against doctors instructions to "relax", to take care of and provide for his wife and his children. Other members of my incredible family have stepped in too, so selflessly! But medical bills and struggling businesses do not go together. And new jobs with family and health issues don't either. It's been a battle...
But it's now become about the basics... Mortgage, water, trash, electricity, food, gas, insurances. The amount I am asking for is to help catch up with bills. My parents would NEVER want to burden others and ask which is why I am.
My two brothers still live at home in between work and school. They've been doing the best they can, as have I from afar, to help financially. But they are in the house, living the effects of the struggle, this summer.
At this time I'm humbly asking for help for my parents, spiritually and financially, prayers or donations. I have watched them suffer for a long time. They grit their teeth and push on. But they've been beaten down the last 10+ years... This last has been the worst.
"Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff—they comfort me." Psalm 23:4
My Pledge to You
I know this isn't Kickstarter... but for anyone who donates, shares, or comments regarding their prayers, named or anonymous, I will be adding you to my running list of intentions.
God bless,
David Piccirilli
For the last year... well, in all honesty, since as far back as I can remember, things at the Piccirilli house have been tough. Physically, emotionally, financially... it's been a battle.
In the past year things have hit a new low. I will spare the years of details, but do my best to catch you up to speed.
Who are My Parents?
(David and Micah [dad])My father, Micah, is one of the most selfless, giving people I know. He's always led the family spiritually, ushers at mass every Sunday, assists in evangelization at our church, and helps ANYONE who asks. One example is that he'd take my brothers and me as kids to downtown Baltimore to spend Saturday mornings with Dennis.
My dad met Dennis in Canton one Saturday morning in 2010-2011. Dennis had a disabled hand and had been living on the streets for many years. My father would go 2-3 times a week to see him and the other guys on the streets, buy lunch for them, and spend time with them for a few hours.
At Christmas, my dad helped Dennis get Christmas gifts for his children who he struggled to provide for since becoming homeless. He helped him get a place to live. And would bring Dennis to Thanksgiving Dinner at our house... Dennis found love and support through my dad.
My dad is like this with everyone he meets. Pouring his heart out so that others may know the love of Jesus. The amount of time and energy he selflessly gives is amazing.
Importantly, my father has congestive heart failure from chronic A-Fib that makes him extremely weak. His heart continuously beats out of rhythm and has been doing so since I was a kid, it is insanely uncomfortable! His heart was made even weaker after 3 failed surgery’s to correct the problem. Because of this, my dad runs at about 20% the energy level of someone his age. It makes it hard for him to sleep and breathe. Endless doctor visits, multiple surgeries, countless close calls... still... he gives and gives.
(Benjamin [brother], David, Angie [mom], and Samuel [brother])My mother, Angie is "a proud mother of three boys". She'll tell you all the time. My mom kicks butt. She was there for us at home, would help out with youth group and things at church and is always supporting us in the faith. Though my dad is the artist, my mom is all about the crafts and decorating, making our home comfortable. Mom's also incredibly thoughtful, supportive and loving. Let me tell you... when my brother Sam and I went away for school, my mom took care of 90% of the stuff we'd need for our apartment. Not the fun stuff, no. The dishes, towels, silver ware, clearing supplies, shower curtains... She set us up because she didn't want us to have to worry... and that's what she does.
My mom is awesome. She's so giving of herself, and so dearly just wants to love people.
But she too, has been dealt a large portion of health issues. As much as she desired to be a mother, each pregnancy left her with a list of issues that are taking years to fix and accept. Mentally, where she had never struggled, depression & anxiety developed that decided to stick around, even though my youngest brother is 19. Physically, her body changed causing all sorts of things resulting in countless surgeries, PT, injections, patches & pain...
And, although she SWEARS she’d NEVER want to trade us for her life before kids, I know she wishes she could just “do more.”
All these things combined have kept my mother limited in strength and energy. However, limited severely by pain, she presses on.
The Situation Today
When I was younger my dad inherited the family marketing and advertising business. My grandfather had to retire after health issues. This was roughly the time my dad's heart issues began, mom's depression, mom's back issues, and eventually dad's depression... mean while, my brothers and I are just little guys.
My father has done the best he can, even against doctors instructions to "relax", to take care of and provide for his wife and his children. Other members of my incredible family have stepped in too, so selflessly! But medical bills and struggling businesses do not go together. And new jobs with family and health issues don't either. It's been a battle...
But it's now become about the basics... Mortgage, water, trash, electricity, food, gas, insurances. The amount I am asking for is to help catch up with bills. My parents would NEVER want to burden others and ask which is why I am.
My two brothers still live at home in between work and school. They've been doing the best they can, as have I from afar, to help financially. But they are in the house, living the effects of the struggle, this summer.
At this time I'm humbly asking for help for my parents, spiritually and financially, prayers or donations. I have watched them suffer for a long time. They grit their teeth and push on. But they've been beaten down the last 10+ years... This last has been the worst.
"Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff—they comfort me." Psalm 23:4
My Pledge to You
I know this isn't Kickstarter... but for anyone who donates, shares, or comments regarding their prayers, named or anonymous, I will be adding you to my running list of intentions.
God bless,
David Piccirilli
Organizer and beneficiary
David Piccirilli
Organizer
Fairview, MD
Micah Piccirilli
Beneficiary
