Short Summary of Hardships We Are Currently Fighting
My life has been torn apart piece by piece — stolen identity, job loss, false arrests, life-threatening illness, and now complete homelessness — all while trying to care for my father, who may be paralyzed forever. My belongings have been burned, my name destroyed, and my strength pushed past the breaking point. Please, I am begging for help before it’s too late.
Full Story: It's Raw, We're Desperate, and We're Only Human
My name is David Eubanks, and I’m not just fighting for survival anymore. I’m fighting to be seen. To be believed. To be heard. Because I feel like the world has turned its back on me — and all I’ve done is try to hold on.
I never thought I’d be this person — homeless, sick, criminalized for things I didn’t do, sleeping on concrete or begging to stay somewhere safe for a night. But this is where I am now.
And it’s breaking me.
It All Started with a Betrayal I’ll Never Understand
My own brother stole my identity — wrecking my credit and my reputation. While trying to fix the mess he left, I had to step away from work to care for my father after a life-threatening spinal surgery. I was promised my job would be waiting.
When I came back, it wasn’t.
Since then, I’ve been rejected by every apartment I’ve applied to. Not because I’m dangerous. Not because I can’t pay. But because my brother’s crimes destroyed my credit. Landlords don’t care why. They just say no.
Now, me and my father are facing eviction with nowhere to go.
My Father Could Be Paralyzed Any Moment
My dad has been told by doctors: “One wrong move — one slip, one fall — and you’ll never walk again.”
He’s scheduled for another major spinal surgery. But while he waits, I’ve become more than his son — I’m his hands, his legs, his voice. I cook, clean, help him shower, manage his meds, call his doctors. There’s no one else. Just me.
And now I can’t even promise him a roof over his head.
⚖️ Four Arrests. Four Jail Cells. Zero Justice.
In August alone, I was arrested four times — each one based on lies and manipulation by my ex-girlfriend. We lived together in her house for over a year. But the second she got upset, she called the police and told them I “broke in.”
That’s how I ended up with a felony residential entry charge — for walking into my own home.
And the next day? She paid $800 in cash to bail me out.
This has happened again and again. Over $1,200 in bonds in just one month.
She kicks me out, lets me back in, then calls the cops when I don’t do what she says.
I’ve become a prisoner in someone else’s emotional war — and the system sides with her, every time.
The Few Things I Had Left — Gone in Smoke
I’ve lost everything: my job, my health, my home. But the little I had left — clothes, tools, memories — are being stolen by people in my old neighborhood… or burned by the woman I once trusted.
Burned.
She lit my things on fire out of spite. My last ties to a normal life — gone in smoke.
⚠️ And Now… I’m Dying
After months of unexplained pain, I was finally diagnosed with Stage 3 syphilis — something two different hospitals misdiagnosed earlier this year.
I could have been treated. I could’ve lived without this. But now, it’s in my bloodstream. It’s serious. It’s deadly without immediate treatment.
I was also hospitalized after a heroin overdose — not because I use, but because someone slipped it into my system. I nearly died that night. And I’m still dealing with the medical trauma and side effects.
I don’t want to die in the street.
I don’t want to become another invisible name in an ignored case file.
I just want to live. To get help. To be okay.
What I’m Asking For
I am asking — begging — for $50,000 to cover:
- Emergency shelter so I’m not sleeping outside again
- My father’s urgent spinal surgery
- Life-saving medical treatment
- Legal defense against four wrongful charges
- Food, transportation, basic human survival
- Credit repair to undo what was stolen from me
Every dollar matters. Every share matters. Every second counts.
What Your Help Does:
$10 = One meal or one ride to a doctor or court
$25 = Meds, hygiene items, gas
$50 = A night indoors, away from the street
$100 = Legal advice or groceries for me and my father
$250+ = Stability, a roof, and a chance to rebuild what’s been destroyed
I Don’t Have Anyone Left — But I Still Have Hope
No one should be alone like this. No one should have to beg to survive. But here I am.
If you’ve ever felt forgotten, cast out, misunderstood — then please, believe me when I say: your support might be the only thing keeping me alive.
If you can give, please give.
If you can share, please share.
If you can pray, please pray.
Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for hearing me.
With nothing left but hope,
-David
Organizer
