6' 10" need a bed can't "Lie"
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I’m 6 ft. 10 inches tall and I cannot “Lie” … I need a big bed.
In 2001 when I lost my Mother it was immensely painful and instead of coping with the immeasurable grief and leaning onto those close to me I pretty much walked away from life. No one really knows what they’d do in the event of losing a Loved one; perhaps the things I did to myself were wrong but added to what I’ve been through to this point, it has molded me into a better person even though I’d trade it all to have my Mom back but in reality life goes on.
Over a period of time I became extremely addicted and eventually homeless sleeping outside and in my van; sometimes I slept outside of my van on the ground because of my size. I tried to commit suicide more than a few times including once jumping off of an overpass into the lane of oncoming traffic.
Nothing ever worked and eventually I was institutionalized for a short spell and later I voluntarily admitted myself into drug treatment. Of course I’m still depressed; it cannot be explained to me how not to be.
As part of my therapy I started writing letters to my Mom and later I shared a letter with another person that was going through a similar situation with his life and my life made a positive significant difference in the life of another person.
Writing became my panacea; I wrote a book called ‘50 ways to help another’ and through selling it and the local street paper around town I was able to get into an apartment (Low income). I’ve continued my writing sending out emails and making facebook posts that are making colossal differences in lives from every corner of the circle (There are literally thousands of people that enjoy my work). My mess is my message and I use my life to enhance the lives of others.
The apartment is small but it is better than living outside under the elements and dangers of totally exposed living. Plus I have a PC (No home internet) that I write on every single day and load stuff onto a flash-drive to later post on the internet (Social media) or save for contents of books that I can hardly wait to finish.
I am 6’ 10” – 280lbs and for the last 8 years I’ve slept in a “Bed” suitable for maybe a 6 ft tall medium framed person but I made it work by sometimes sleeping on the floor because a larger bed would have really crowded my already compact living space.
I write, eat, and sleep off of my bed as if it is the centerpiece of my home existence.
A bigger apartment was promised to me after 6 months but because of unfairness and racial issues that 6 months turned into 8 years.
Finally with help from Seattle’s Department of Civil Rights I’m able to move into a larger apartment and I’d like to finally get a bed suitable for a person my size. I don’t need anything fancy, vibrating or heated; I will heat it with my own warmth and sleep peacefully with my calm disposition. I want to get a desk to be better organized and continue my writing and a table where I can eat (Away from my bed and workspace) especially with my son or an occasional guest.
I can most likely make enough to get the desk and table because I can buy them second hand but I’d rather not that be the option for my bed because of “Bedbugs” and germs that can transfer onto my body and affect my well being (I am a Insulin dependent Diabetic and infection is one of the worst things that can happen to a person in my medical condition).
I’ve priced some “King-Sized” Beds which measure 84 inches long by 72 inches wide (About 2 inches longer than I am tall); the smaller Kings are 76 long x 80 wide (2 inches shorter than I am tall if I turn it sideways) and my larger place (Separated Bedroom) has the space for Bed, desk, an extra chair for guests and a bookshelf for old family photos, books and things.
The bed is something I can’t afford to buy but at this point I wonder if my life could afford for me not to be able to sleep in solace. After everything I’ve been through I would Love to be able to stretch out in my sleep without my legs hanging over the edge and cutting off my circulation; I want to dream good dreams and not hopeful wishes … I just want to wake up and write the world into a better place … I simply want a good night sleep in my own new place. Whatabeautifulthing!!
Someone told me about gofundme.com and that I could possibly get some financial help so I wrote my story and here I am asking for whatever you’d like to give to help me out.
My building has graciously given me ample time to complete my move and the last thing I plan to put into my new place is my bed … hopefully it will be one much larger and more suitable for my body size … your help will be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely, Paridon Williams
In 2001 when I lost my Mother it was immensely painful and instead of coping with the immeasurable grief and leaning onto those close to me I pretty much walked away from life. No one really knows what they’d do in the event of losing a Loved one; perhaps the things I did to myself were wrong but added to what I’ve been through to this point, it has molded me into a better person even though I’d trade it all to have my Mom back but in reality life goes on.
Over a period of time I became extremely addicted and eventually homeless sleeping outside and in my van; sometimes I slept outside of my van on the ground because of my size. I tried to commit suicide more than a few times including once jumping off of an overpass into the lane of oncoming traffic.
Nothing ever worked and eventually I was institutionalized for a short spell and later I voluntarily admitted myself into drug treatment. Of course I’m still depressed; it cannot be explained to me how not to be.
As part of my therapy I started writing letters to my Mom and later I shared a letter with another person that was going through a similar situation with his life and my life made a positive significant difference in the life of another person.
Writing became my panacea; I wrote a book called ‘50 ways to help another’ and through selling it and the local street paper around town I was able to get into an apartment (Low income). I’ve continued my writing sending out emails and making facebook posts that are making colossal differences in lives from every corner of the circle (There are literally thousands of people that enjoy my work). My mess is my message and I use my life to enhance the lives of others.
The apartment is small but it is better than living outside under the elements and dangers of totally exposed living. Plus I have a PC (No home internet) that I write on every single day and load stuff onto a flash-drive to later post on the internet (Social media) or save for contents of books that I can hardly wait to finish.
I am 6’ 10” – 280lbs and for the last 8 years I’ve slept in a “Bed” suitable for maybe a 6 ft tall medium framed person but I made it work by sometimes sleeping on the floor because a larger bed would have really crowded my already compact living space.
I write, eat, and sleep off of my bed as if it is the centerpiece of my home existence.
A bigger apartment was promised to me after 6 months but because of unfairness and racial issues that 6 months turned into 8 years.
Finally with help from Seattle’s Department of Civil Rights I’m able to move into a larger apartment and I’d like to finally get a bed suitable for a person my size. I don’t need anything fancy, vibrating or heated; I will heat it with my own warmth and sleep peacefully with my calm disposition. I want to get a desk to be better organized and continue my writing and a table where I can eat (Away from my bed and workspace) especially with my son or an occasional guest.
I can most likely make enough to get the desk and table because I can buy them second hand but I’d rather not that be the option for my bed because of “Bedbugs” and germs that can transfer onto my body and affect my well being (I am a Insulin dependent Diabetic and infection is one of the worst things that can happen to a person in my medical condition).
I’ve priced some “King-Sized” Beds which measure 84 inches long by 72 inches wide (About 2 inches longer than I am tall); the smaller Kings are 76 long x 80 wide (2 inches shorter than I am tall if I turn it sideways) and my larger place (Separated Bedroom) has the space for Bed, desk, an extra chair for guests and a bookshelf for old family photos, books and things.
The bed is something I can’t afford to buy but at this point I wonder if my life could afford for me not to be able to sleep in solace. After everything I’ve been through I would Love to be able to stretch out in my sleep without my legs hanging over the edge and cutting off my circulation; I want to dream good dreams and not hopeful wishes … I just want to wake up and write the world into a better place … I simply want a good night sleep in my own new place. Whatabeautifulthing!!
Someone told me about gofundme.com and that I could possibly get some financial help so I wrote my story and here I am asking for whatever you’d like to give to help me out.
My building has graciously given me ample time to complete my move and the last thing I plan to put into my new place is my bed … hopefully it will be one much larger and more suitable for my body size … your help will be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely, Paridon Williams
Organizer
Paridon Williams
Organizer
Seattle, WA
