Description: My birthday is September 2, and I will be 70 years old. I came to San Diego in 1996, the year my Miema died—she was all I had. Alone with no one, my ex told my children I was dead and erased me from their lives. This began a journey through the underbelly of the world, totally alone. But not for long. Every time I met a child on the streets, I saw what I couldn't do to help them. Soon, I became 'mom' to quite a number of kids and young people. I missed my own children so much that I poured my all into those kids, giving up everything for love and affection. I didn't think I'd be around a long time, and I spent almost 30 years being homeless. But those kids grew up, and I found myself physically alone, needing a safe place to be.

I was attacked at the border and my back was broken. I can't walk. After years of being invisible and waiting for a ticket home, the Lord blessed me with a place of my own. But I learned that sometimes, helping people can become a curse. The more I gave, the more was taken, until there was nothing left. Now, what I thought would be my forever home will be gone in ten days. At this stage of my life, I don't think I can survive being homeless again. I can't walk, and I want to stay in my home. I'm hoping I can get my back rent paid and have a chance to get the surgery I need to heal.

I've tried for months to get a loan, but nothing has worked. My caregiver and friends have taken from me, and I have been left with little. My surgeon won't do the operation if I don't have a stable place to recover. This is my last chance to have a shot at walking again. I want a second chance at life with a little bit of happiness on the side. I have a hard time asking for anything, but now I am reaching out for help. If you can, please donate or share my story. Your support could be the miracle I need to keep my home and have hope for the future. Prayers and encouragement are also deeply appreciated.