Life Repair after Disabled Vet Care

Below is my original campaign, and even though I didn't even come close to hitting my mark, the kind souls who donated helped put me on a much more successful path.
I'm working now (since the end of September 2016 - 3rd shift in a local factory), the Jeep is in much better shape, and if I can raise just  $440.00 more, I can get upper dentures on the 24th of this month. My income tax will cover the dentures themselves, but I need my four remaining upper teeth removed first (that's the $440.00....
@ $110.00 per extraction).  Oh. I need lowers alright, but the uppers will enable me to eat normally again And do wonders for my appearance and "marketability".  I may be able to yank a couple of them myself if I can get close enough.
So....  I'm back, and hoping for the best.
All my thanks to those who got me this far.  It wasn't long ago that I was down to rock bottom.  Again, all of you, thanks so much !!!

My name is Michael Philip Burnham, and I am 59 years old.  Since August of 2005 I have been the primary care giver for my military disabled brother Richard.  In order to do this, I had to resign my typically administrative job(s) and take something less grueling: a convenience store clerk to be precise.
   Richard unexpectedly passed away in October of 2015 and left me in a frightening state of affairs.  Prior to providing his care, I had also been the primary caregiver to my Father, and on medical leave of absence for my Mother, before they had passed away; but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come with dealing with my brother.  For the bulk of the 10 years he was with me his disability check paid for drugs and alcohol - and each of those 10 years he had promised to fund my getting dentures (critical), prescription glasses (almost critical), routine, and other Jeep repairs and upkeep, AND create a bumper-fund so that when he finally did pass away, I wouldn't be exatly where I am now....  
  I hit the work force at 14 years old, back in the day when your father, with a wink and a nudge, could get you a work permit early and I have been gainfully employed since that time - until the beginning of June, 2016.  As I write, after having lost my home and everything I own (including most of my clothes), I found myself homeless.  A special act of grace from a former employee of mine now  has me living with a roof over my head, and my upkeep has been provided by him.  Where I would be without this help, I cannot and will not imagine.
  I need money to remove my 14 remaining teeth and get full dentures as soon as possible.  Without insurance, I do not know how much this will cost; as it is, I had pulled most of my missing teeth myself while Richard was with me.  Even with insurance there was never enough money for this.  I truly am in constant pain and there is no doubt in my mind that my personal appearance is a tremendous hinderance in finding gainful employment.  I have even applied to clean cages at the local animal shelter - to no avail.
   I am also in dire need of glasses.  The "readers" I use now are grossly inadequate and seem to be making things much worse.  My  Jeep is in similar shape: gas tank, transmission, frame, brakes, etc....all need immediate attention.
   It is my goal to repair my life, put a roof over my head, and start completely fresh . .  As I am currently unemployed (after 10 years at the store where I worked, I accidentally sold alcohol to an undergae - and was promptly terminated - this means "no unemployment").
   Because this is such a tall order - to undo all of the vast damage done by my 10 years of service and that I am certain that taxes will decimate any funding I get, I chose a number that seems fairly high for a goal, but in reality, just might barely cut it.  I cannot get back all the years I've spent trying to keep my brother comfortable, but I can and will start my life afresh.
  To date, I have been turned away from every single form of state/federal aid on the books - with the exception of food stamps.... and these I put to use trying to help here in the home of my former employee.  I am running on empty now and the degree of gratitude I'd feel fom my fellow citizens would be amazing.  Clearly, as said to me by a case worker, "I, and many others like me, have  fallen through a crack".  It is to my detriment that I did not bring children into the world - for if I had, all of the many programs available might open some doors for me.
  Thank you so much for reading this.  Such as it is, I myself am somewhat of an American Relic.  I am the direct descendant of Job Burnham, of the Old Burnham Tavern, in Machias, Maine (my father was born just a short distance away) - where the revolutionary war actually  originated...  It briefly crossed my mind to try getting myself declared to be some kind of an Historic Artifact, but I suspect that the humor would be lost  on the clerks in that particular office.  Again, thank you !!!
Very sincerely and in great hope,
Michael Burnham

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