Last year, my wife and I—along with our three kids and five friends—went camping to escape the hurricane mess. Two strangers attacked us. My daughter's fiancé shot and killed both attackers, but he was killed too. My oldest son was shot in the arm. My wife broke her arm trying to reach me. We all have PTSD now. Moved to NC to start over. My wife and I both worked at Local Store—I had multiple jobs, she had two or three. Anything the Local Store was throwing out, we salvaged and took to the pop-up pantry, the school, the police department, the fire department. But all that has come to a stop because of this. On one of those trips I saw children in grave danger, so I reported it. The school leaked my name. Retaliation followed: death threats on a voicemail at my work. The message was clear—they wanted me quiet. Now I can't afford this house anymore, and we're trying to move. Please help us buy a used motorhome—so we can go be safe elsewhere.