The Simple Things in Life

Hello, my name is Natalie. The picture you see is of my son Jabari. In 2018, he was involved in a life-altering car accident, not even a whole month after I gave birth to his little sister. He was thrown from the back window of the car after being hit and now suffers from TBI. To receive a call that my child was in a car accident, had bleeding on the brain, and to hear that the right side of his skull had to be removed, it just took my soul. Now, he relies on me for 90% of assistance and he has to be cared for 24/7. Please, don’t think I’m complaining. I’m not. I love my children to the death of me. He’s my oldest child of 6.

I try my best to do it all but I must admit it’s been a struggle trying to provide for them all the way they deserve. But I make sure they don’t go without. Well, I’ve come to the point I’m falling behind on bills and am also trying to purchase a vehicle badly just so I can get Jabari back and forth to his appointments and be able to take him and his siblings out together. Yes, I do use medical transportation but they’re not always on time. Meaning I have to reschedule an appointment that is important or they bring the wrong size vehicle for him. It has really put a strain on things also due to the fact. Jabari tells me how he would also like to travel to go places for fun and to visit family, but I have no vehicle to make these simple things happen for him. I can’t even take him to the park. Because medical transportation doesn’t do that and it would cost me an arm and a leg just to rent a vehicle for a day or 2 for a vehicle that would accommodate us as a family.

Before the accident, Jabari was and still is a great young man. Anything anyone would ask of him to do, he would. Anyone that came and still comes in contact with him loves him. I’m not that good with asking for help. But I’m begging for the help now that I should have been asking for. I was just scared because I didn’t know how people would look at me as a mother even though, his doctor and those that are able to come visit, always tell me I’m doing a wonderful job with him and to keep up the great job. But I’m a mother who cries every night because I know my family deserves more and I’m doing my best to give them these things. At least something so simple but life has its twists and turns. But with God, I know anything is possible. So again, here I am asking for help. Why? Because my children are worth it.