Life Happens
Many people live the normal 9 to 5 living paycheck to paycheck, hanging on by a thread. They struggle to survive trying not to have the bottom fall out. Living day by day, just hoping to make it to the next. There's no security living life like that. When you're young, you grow up thinking if you work really hard, maybe one day, you'll be lucky enough to live the American dream. It differs slightly from person to person, but the basic idea's the same. You don't ever imagine it won't work out.

On the Streets
When it doesn't happen, you learn all too harshly, like it or not, that's the reality of life. "It's like this is life and once you go through it long enough you realize what the flavor is....and it sure ain't vanilla".  You live one day at a time struggling to make it to the next.  It’s hard and heartbreaking and sometimes the struggle feels unbearable. It’s not an easy road to walk, by any means.  A daily struggle to find the strength and courage to keep on putting one foot in front of the other, so you can hopefully, one day, get through the bad and get to the better.  All the while you try to keep a stiff upper lip and a smile on your face, just trying to survive.

Then the unthinkable happens. You're homeless and living on the streets. A place you never thought you'd end up. You've lost more than you ever imagined. You have to walk away from things you thought you couldn't live without. You say goodbye to all the precious things you held so close and dear to your heart. You give up everything that meant so much to you. When you have to live a life without all the things you've grown accustomed to, you feel as though your heart is breaking. Forever.

Broke Not Broken
You dream of a simpler life, of simpler times, and simpler things. Dreaming of the day you finally get off the streets and into a place of your own. Wherever and in whatever that may be. Maybe a simple house you can make into a home. Hopefully, it is a forever home where you'll always have full bellies and safe boundaries.

You are living on the streets on less than pennies a day. Taking work wherever, whenever you can, and taking whatever pay offered for doing it while staying true to your values. Life is hard. You are always pinching pennies down to the last penny. Always trying to set a little aside each day in case the next has no money, while having to live off whatever you make. Sometimes what you have one day isn’t even enough for that day. But you thank God when you're lucky enough to just barely scrape by even if you can’t eat that day. All the while you hope and pray that one day soon you'll get off the streets and your dreams will become reality and won't be dreams anymore.

Homeless Not Hopeless
Dreams. They are not much, but they keep you going. Simple dreams full of a life with simple things like not having to sleep outside during all four seasons. Dreams of being able to sleep indoors in a real bed, and not having to know you must enjoy the bed tonight because tomorrow there will be no bed. You dream of taking a hot shower whenever you want, and of putting on clean clothes that didn't come out of a bag that always stays packed.

My dream is to have a tiny home on a wooded lot where I can make my home. Nothing fancy. Mine. My bed. My shower. A safe place. I am willing to work hard to make this dream happen, but I need your help.

Nobody ever thinks homelessness would or could happen to them. I didn’t. I lost a lot. So here I am hoping and praying with all the hope and prayer I have left in my heart that after reading this, you will feel in your heart the desire to help in any way you can. Even the littlest gesture, no matter how small, matters. Maybe it's as simple as passing this on to someone else who you think might be able to help in some little way. Maybe what you can give isn't money. Maybe it's time or material or even prayer. My prayer is that I will find the way to make this big dream of a tiny home come true.

Tiny House.....$15,000
Wooded Lot...$10,000
Sewer/Elec........$5,000
Lot Prep..............$5,000