Hello, my name is Ezequiel V. Cazares. I was born in 1995, Indiana, and I'm in dire straits. Everyone gets in rough times, and I hate that it's gotten so bad. Now I'm on this site using a GoFundMe for myself.

To start things off, I just want to say, may Jesus Christ of Nazareth bless you whether you decide to give me money or not. I'm really ashamed to ask anyone for money, but these last few months have humbled me to great means. And I know in 2025, we're all going through a lot. Me personally, I am having mental/motor issues that have severely cut my means of employment off. It's hard to even drive anymore. I won't try to beg you for money or try to squeeze anything more than you're willing or not willing to give me. If you can give, I appreciate it. If you can't, I completely understand myself, and I pray God blesses you too. We could all use some money in 2025.

It's unimaginable for me, but on 11/27/2025, I had an accident at Automatic Distributors, at 5111 W 76th St, Indianapolis, IN 46268. I cut myself on my left abdominal muscle and drove to the clinic on a workmen's comp. I felt a pop and fluids/something flew up and down my left leg/arm. My doctor looked at it and dismissed it as "just a cut" [later on I think it was a muscle rupture]. I went to work the next week and tried to work as fast as I usually do, and it was fine at first. But the next day, my body went numb and slow. My brain became worn out, and a team lead noticed and asked if I was fine, and I wasn't [Ms. Marsha] [Ms. Carla]. So they called 911, and I was picked up and sent to the hospital, St. Vincent Hospital, where I took my mother's advice to not stay there [I had absolutely no insurance because my foolish past self thought I was gonna win the lottery before I started the job]. [IF ANYONE IS READING THIS, BEFORE YOU GET A JOB, GET THE INSURANCE, YOU NEVER KNOW IF AN ACCIDENT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU/SAFETY IS NOT PROMISED TO ANYONE] So now I dealt with heat flashes and panic attacks from excessive worrying. In the first months, I got a job at Cencora [AmerisourceBergen] as a temp in Whitestown, Indiana, and SUFFERED every day to make money. I still didn't get insurance [it wasn't offered then]. It still hasn't completely healed up, and I've had no funds to help the injury. I thought I could sleep it off, and that it would go away, but it hasn't. It's only slightly gotten better. I can walk far, but not long, and not without consistent breaks. So now I can't work the hard and long laborious jobs I used to do to earn a little of a living.

And the second issue is my July 2025 boat trip incident. It's different but colossally worse. So early on, my church group at Traders Point Christian Church in Indiana planned a big boat trip in July, and everyone had to pay $50 upfront. So I did very early and was excited to drive out of the city into Fourwinds Lakeside Inn & Marina, 9301 S Fairfax Rd, Bloomington, IN 47401, where we all met up, and I signed the voucher late but still made it. Little did I know, never go swimming if you don't know how to swim. It was fun on the boat. My mother told me to make sure I had a life jacket on at all times. It literally saved my life. I had a lot of fun with them. I still was getting to know them personally, but we had good fellowship as a singles group. I made the single worst decision of 2025 and decided to join them in the water. I put on the best life vest and floating pool noodle and decided I was not gonna waste my $50 investment. I jumped into the warm river. Everyone cheered me on. I swam around with the pool noodle, and I even helped a woman onto a flotation mat that they used over the water. It rained, so we had to shut down—a storm was coming in. But before we did, I decided to join some of them and have one last jump. But I made one grave mistake. There was a lady at the church, Kelly, and Kelly asked/challenged me to jump without the pool noodle I was using. So I gave her the pool noodle as I slid into the river, but I panicked. Without the pool noodle, I needed to actually have swimming technique, and so I frantically tried to stay above water, breathing and gasping for air, and I cried out for HELP! A lifeguard on board [I didn't know we had one at the time] swam to me and saved me, helped swim me back to shore. She let me climb onto the boat, in which I jumped to another boat, sat down, and we boated to shore. I shook the woman's hand who helped save me, waved goodbye to my church group, and walked back to my truck to drive off like everyone else. When it happened, people asked if I was fine, and I said I was, and I was at first. My boat driver [apparently you need a license to drive a boat, I didn't know] said I was going to be okay, and that it was good I was wearing a life vest.

I went back to work the weeks after, and the problems began. My arms were shaky at first, then my other arm, at Cencora. Then my legs got shaky, and I couldn't walk far anymore without them clanking up. Then in August, it was a nightmare. I couldn't even work there anymore. My mind felt overloaded and tingly. My actions became doubled. I would walk/do something, and my body would do it 1.5+ over what I did originally. And my worst fears came true. While trying to work, I went into a heat flash. My brain got real hot, and I had the sudden urge to go to the men's room. I knew at that moment I had to quit the job. Something was terribly wrong with me.

And so I went home, fought, and researched what was happening to me. What was going on? It took months of researching, but when I let myself go from consciously thinking to subconscious thinking, it turns out my mind is in trauma over what happened and has been repeating the same movements from July. The trauma of feeling like drowning didn't go away, and so my body feels like it's lagging or is glitched out of normal function. Recently, I've been walking backwards as if my mind is going in reverse after I leave the bed. Freaky stuff. And I have been trying to get on Medicaid, then finding out I had to wait a whole month in Indiana. Then my parents decided to move to Texas. And so I had to get rid of Medicaid and reapply. When I got here, they decided to not give me Medicaid and put me up for "freemarketplace", "Healthcare.gov", and now I'll have to pay $356 by 01/01/2026, which I don't have, so I'll probably have to put it on credit just to get any insurance, just to get to a doctor, just to look at my injuries, and finally get some real care for my issues, while already paying out the world for my braincode team to work on my brainwaves with neurofeedback, so my brain can rewire itself back to being normal, which brings us to today, here and now...

Well, to get back on track, I estimate that after everything is said and done, it might cost me $2000-$3000—the medical bills, the medical insurance, credit card debt, and the interest on the credit card debt. because I've been using my credit card, as medical insurance. Do i expect to get the money? i hope so, when you hit rock bottom the only other way is up, so anything from here is a plus, even a penny. And so I'll run this campaign to help me out through November 15, 2025, to December 31, 2026.

And once again, I'm not pressuring you to give me anything at all. If God has anyone who can help me out or give me some advice, I'll take it gladly.

I will keep you updated on my whereabouts as well...

But if I've learned anything that I can give you for being here, it's:

1. Never expect your life to be a smooth sailing journey. The storms and the tsunamis will come, and you must build safety nets and store away lifeboats BEFORE they come. For it is better to be ready and prepared for the storm than to be dumbfounded and drowning in the ocean's wrath.

2. Organizations like the National Safety Council (NSC) estimate that a worker is injured every seven seconds, equating to roughly 6 to 7 million injuries per year when considering all injuries, not just those officially reported.

In the US, there were 5,283 traumatic workplace deaths in 2023, but when occupational diseases are included, the number rises to approximately 140,000 total deaths each year. This means about 385 workers die on the job every day from injuries or illnesses.

- Never assume just because you're going to work that you will come back from work the same. If you're working with knives and sharp tools, wear protection like an anti-cutting shirt [they exist] and anti-cut gloves. Don't become me.

- Wear protective boots if you're doing heavy work every day. Yes, it may cost you hundreds of dollars, but if it saves your life and your feet, you need to be ready instead of dumbfounded and hurting when a heavy case of boxes lands on your feet [it's happened to me at Amazon and The Home Depot].

- If you work in retail or with the public, wear a bulletproof vest under your clothes because the public is wild, crazy, and hateful sometimes. You may not be able to bring weapons to work [obviously], but that doesn't mean you possibly have to be a victim either.

- If you work and have to be on your feet all day, save some money for massaging gel insoles and cooling gel foot rollers so your feet won't ache all the time on long busy days.

My gospel is not that you live in fear. It's that you live with the thought in mind to defend yourselves when the rain comes and the storms blow on days you don't expect it to. That you can pull out your umbrella and not get wet.

This world is NOT heaven, but even heaven has rules, walls, gates, and barriers for a reason...

“The grace of the Lord Jesus be with God's people. Amen” (Revelation 22:21, NIV).