Hi, my name is Kiesha and I’m a single mom doing my best to rebuild after life knocked us down.

Not long ago, my daughter and I were homeless for a year. After finally getting into an apartment, I started working full-time as a Lyft driver. It was the only job that allowed me to prioritize my daughter’s needs—she has special challenges at night, and I don’t have much support besides her papa who could only help on weekends. Lyft gave me the flexibility to be there for her when school was out, when she was sick, or just when she needed her mom.

A few months into this new chapter, someone began vandalizing my car. It started having issues and smelled like something was put in the gas tank. I kept trying to fix it, pouring more money into repairs than I was even making—just to stay afloat. Eventually, I couldn’t keep up with the car note and insurance, and my vehicle was repossessed. That left me without a car and without work.

Since then, I’ve been hustling—renting cars on Turo just to make money, often spending every dollar I make to cover bills and keep a roof over our heads. It’s been exhausting and expensive. But I never stopped trying.

The good news: I was just hired by Amazon and my start date is June 16th. This job doesn’t require an interview, which is a blessing right now. But I have no way to get there. There are no bus routes near the warehouse, and my daughter’s papa—my only support—is currently in the hospital.

Here’s what I need help with:

• Rental car for two weeks until I get my first paycheck

• Childcare/babysitter costs so I can work the night shift

• If I’m blessed with more than the goal, I’ll put the extra directly toward buying a used car so I can go back to doing Lyft.

This job may only be temporary, but it’s a step forward while I wait on other doors to open. I’m not lazy, reckless, or irresponsible—I’m a mother trying to survive and provide the best I can.

Raising a survivor of sexual abuse, navigating sleepless nights, and walking this healing journey alone has taken a real toll on me. But I refuse to give up. I just need a little help to keep moving forward.

If you can donate or even just share this, it would mean the world to me and my daughter. Thank you for seeing us, for believing in second chances, and for being part of our comeback story.

With gratitude,

Kiesha