Help get Martin Munson Rolling Again!

'It was an average day, same people, same sun, same desires, same life...I thought. I'm walking home with a grin on my face, excited to come home, see my family, and eat food after an exhausting day of school and wrestling practice. I was ready to repeat the cycle to help me, my family, and satisfy my longing for food and rest at home with the ones I love. I come up to my door, and there is a post it note, it said, " Micheal, an emergency has happened, open the door to the house, and call me-Mom" At first glance, it was only something small, like an errand my family forgot to run. I walk inside the gloomy house, a sense of melancholy overcame me, thats when it first hit me, I worried my family. Quickly, I grab the house phone and call my mom, she's distressed, concerned, her voice quivered, " Micheal, Pops is in the hospital-" My vision blurred quickly, and I came back to my senses, and convinced myself it was something small, trying to recompose myself, I ask her what happened one more time, she responds with a gasp, her voice sounded empty, hopeless, "Pop fell down the creek, he has gashes that rest on his legs, his back, neck, and head...He is paralyzed." My vision blurred once again, zoning out into darkness, I lost my balance, and caught myself. I sat down in disbelief, everything that once lingered in my mind, faded away. My dad, is he okay? Is he going to be the same? Of course he will? A wave of optimism hit me, only to be dried out by the truth, or what I heard...what does paralyzed mean? I convinced myself it was a dream, and I should sleep on it. I wake up, my eyes feel heavy, it's 2AM and my dog is sleeping next to where my dad used to be...I immediately came to the fact, that he's gone. I called her name lightly, her ears perked and she ran towards me with hope, I looked into her eyes...I felt a sense of bliss hit me again, and I repeatedly told myself that it will be okay. My mom comes home, a tissue box in her hand, my brother's face was drained. As if all life was over, and again, my feeling of hope came crashing down again. My mother's voice shook, and she told me, that my father is paralyzed from his chest down. He was found in the creek, the dog whimpered next to him, blood stained his hair and clothes, his voice was strained from 3 hours of yelling for help. and she told me, God helped me find pops. There is hope, stay strong. My brother, Tyler and I, stood there silently reminiscing of what it was like to be with my father again. And honestly, that same inspiration, that same hope that I had for my father is still in me, and YOU can help my family and I overcome this adversity. I've worked so hard throughout highschool, maintaining a high gpa, working hard in 3 sports a year, while my brother was just getting introduced to high school and tried new things. We only want our father to walk again, for him to be out in the community, and watch us grow along with the rest of the family. There's one obstacle where we must overcome now. The cost of a wheelchair. It's a human function, and he can't do it. Is life over? NO. There is hope, not only in us but in the community. It's only a wheelchair, it's 25,000$, but without it, he cannot walk. He only wants to join the community again. He came from being a college football athlete, a father who swims with his family once a week, to someone who is bed ridden, confined within his own mind. He can not move. This is where YOU come in. Please help my father join the community, help my family and I overcome this obstacle, and #LETSGETMARTINROLLING' - Micheal