Rebuild Life After Torture/Maiming

My faughter. Is controlling the funds until i am better. Hope this did noy conguse anyone. Thanks.

i am raising money to recover from physical, emotional, and property damages caused by a horrific crime, with the goal of returning, as much as possible, to a normal life.

I was kidnapped, tortured, and maimed by a psychopath in Ashland , Oregon.

I was held from the afternoon of October 17 until mid day on October 18.

Just days after renting a shop in Ashland, I entered the shop and was punched to the ground by

Ron Harris, a convicted felon and sociopath who has spent seventy-five percent of his adult life in prison for violent crimes. 

A man and a woman then held me with a machete to my neck for twenty minutes until Mr. Harris was "ready for me". They stood me up and marched me to a bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, Ron then beat my feet with a golf club and tire iron, punching me hard many times in the head and around my upper torso and shoulders with a ball peen hammer, sledge hammer, and his fists. He then made me place my hands palm down on a steel plate while he struck my fingers with a ball peen hammer and a three pound sledge, breaking my finger bones. He threatened to kill me if I tried to move a hand away from the blows of the hammer.
  Over the coming night, I was told that I would be kept alive for five days, and that the last thing I would see on this earth was him eating the brains of my beloved old hound dog, Harmony. Terrified and certain that a terrible death was at hand, the torture continued, with beatings, humiliation, hot oil, gasoline, bleach, and more. For several hours, I was made to lick my blood off the walls, and urine and feces off the floor. There are some details I will never share.
Late morning on the 18th, as Mr. Harris left the bathroom for the bedroom where his girlfriend was, I made a run for freedom, bolting from the bathroom in to the kitchen and out the side door of the house. I pleaded quickly and quietly with my old dog to come along, but she didn't understand the urgency, just looking up with love and wagging her tail. Feeling sure Harris would kill her when he found me gone, I ran to the back of the property,` making it out to my pick up truck. He had jammed a large knife in the ignition where the key goes, He must have hammered it in, as I could not pull it out with both hands. So I ran to the very back of the property, climbing over the Constantine wire fence and ran out to the truck scales on I-5. The scale manager let me in, and police and an ambulance were called. I physically survived, with burns, cuts, torn muscles, and broken bones. I survived.  However, I was broken inside. It was as though someone had cut the legs off a horse in mid race. I stopped speaking for the most part, ignoring the outside world. 
  Mr. Harris promised death to me if I lived to tell police, and stated clearly that I would never live to testify against him. Shortly after my torture, people twice tried ro get me into cars to take me to a place to be killed.  Mr. Harris is well-co mom mnnected in crime circles, being, among other things, purportedly the ex Seargrent At Arms for a deeply respected motorcycle gang. So, for the past six months, I have lain low, dodging here and there around the Pacific Northwest, never staying anywhere for very long, making as little contact with people as possible. Well, I did survive  until trial, and Mr. Harris is behind bars. But to achieve this, I have gone through all of my savings and material wealth.
I have been in free fall since, and have lost all of my physical possessions, finding myself today, homeless and penniless, with little more than the clothes on my back and a very, very old dog who is barely able to walk and in her last days of life. And so, my last remaining option for survival and recovery is to beg - to beg YOU, the kind-hearted person reading this, for some help. Mr. Harris represents the worst of humanity. Hopefully, you represent the best. Please help.

Here are some links to coverage of my story.

The Sun (UK)

Washington Times

Ashland Daily Tidings (OR)

US NEWS & World Report

IMMEDIATE NEED
I have immediate need for clothing, dental work,  housing,  food, veterinary care, a phone, and transportation. How immediate? I spent last night (Friday May 12,2017) out doors without food for myself or my dog.  Three days ago my cell phone was stolen. Three weeks ago I totalled my van, slipping in to a diabetic coma behind the wheel. The resulting damage to my rib cage caused me to take shallow breaths to avoid intense pain, resulting in pneumonia. Five days ago, I checked in to Rogue Regional Medical Center with 102.7 fever.  I am out now, and officially homeless. My friends and family have been helping for months and are not capable of much more help.

The money I am raising is to pay for medical bills like rehabilitation therapy for my hands, psychological therapy and counseling,, obtaining a new residence and transportation, paying uninsured medical expenses, and reestablish myself in the business of Ophthalmic Optics, where I have done very well for forty-two years.

Pleasse feel free to contact me with any questions you may have.

~~THANK YOU!~~

Chris  Toughill