Disabled Vet and Service Dog
Donation protected
If you can’t run; walk
If you can’t walk, crawl
If you can’t crawl, find a friend to carry you
I am creating this out of desperation: I have no other viable options: this is my last ditch, hail Mary, shot in the dark.
About me: I am a disabled Vet. Former Special Forces Operator. The problem is that I am not the man I used to be: came back from my time in the Service with severe physical and emotional damage. Lost the use of my left leg. Incontinent due to internal damage. Lost half my jaw, all my teeth, disfigured and …changed. I was, I am, amazed at how easily I was discarded, thrown away, as if my sacrifices and Service meant nothing. PTSD has me paranoid, jumping at shadows and anything that moves. Wake up screaming every freaking night bathed in sweat to such a degree I can literally wring out my sleeping bag and bedding.
Long story short, after the never-sufficiently-damned VA lost my paperwork no less than THREE times I had/have no income. No income meant loosing everything: I am homeless, living out of my non-functional 1993 Ford Explorer in an abandoned industrial park with my service dog. A local mission-type thing provides a meal three times a week: the rest of the time I scrounge what I can for us.
I am hoping to get enough to get my Ford fixed, and, hopefully, maybe even get into an apartment.
Please, if you can , any little bit would help.
Thank you.
If you can’t walk, crawl
If you can’t crawl, find a friend to carry you
I am creating this out of desperation: I have no other viable options: this is my last ditch, hail Mary, shot in the dark.
About me: I am a disabled Vet. Former Special Forces Operator. The problem is that I am not the man I used to be: came back from my time in the Service with severe physical and emotional damage. Lost the use of my left leg. Incontinent due to internal damage. Lost half my jaw, all my teeth, disfigured and …changed. I was, I am, amazed at how easily I was discarded, thrown away, as if my sacrifices and Service meant nothing. PTSD has me paranoid, jumping at shadows and anything that moves. Wake up screaming every freaking night bathed in sweat to such a degree I can literally wring out my sleeping bag and bedding.
Long story short, after the never-sufficiently-damned VA lost my paperwork no less than THREE times I had/have no income. No income meant loosing everything: I am homeless, living out of my non-functional 1993 Ford Explorer in an abandoned industrial park with my service dog. A local mission-type thing provides a meal three times a week: the rest of the time I scrounge what I can for us.
I am hoping to get enough to get my Ford fixed, and, hopefully, maybe even get into an apartment.
Please, if you can , any little bit would help.
Thank you.
Organizer
James D
Organizer
Grants Pass, OR