Please support Rocky’s Family

First of all, if my father knew I was making one of these, he would absolutely kill me. He was a proud man. My father is the greatest man I know. He came to America in 1987 with $100 in his pocket and big dreams. He eventually started a roofing business and made enough money to bring my mom and brother over to America and to be successful. During the early 90s there was a big war in his home country Bosnia. There was a genocide against the Bosnian people and he tried to do what he could to help. He brought over 200 refugee families during that time. Our house was always full of families we were sheltering during that time, but my father didn't care because his primary concern was saving people from being murdered. He even paid the bills for the makeshift Bosnian embassy in NYC. He spent so many food drops. He sent anything he could do to help. He never changed who he was and still helps people to do this day. He would give you the shirt off of his back. My father is the epitome of an angel on earth. On top of all that, he never asked for a dollar from a single person. He believed in working hard and making his own money and disliked people who felt entitled. 

Unfortunately, last Monday July 8th, he had an undiagnosed medical episode. I called him after work just to talk because he's basically my best friend and he said "call 911, I think I'm having a stroke" and those were the last words my father said to me. His heart stopped for some time but they were able to resuscitate him but he was unresponsive for all week. The doctor's had told us all week that had severe brain damage with basically no chance of recovery and that we should consider pulling the plug. But then something changed this Monday. I'm not sure if it's a miracle or what have you or if god heard the worlds prayers because my father was known all over the world. The doctor called us this Monday morning and he said that my father started showing signs of life. His eyes were responding to light and his legs jerked to pain tests. He's not awake yet and we're praying that he will wake up. I went to him and held his eyes open. They were looking to the side and I said "dad, it's me, Isaac. Please let me know if you're here. Please give me a sign. You're my best friend and I need you. The world needs you" Then a miracle happened, he struggled, but moved his eyes and stared directly into my eyes. My heart dropped. I knew from that moment that I would do anything to make sure my father makes it through this and to make sure my mother had the money to pay the bills, not lose the house, and pay for my father's eventual rehab. His wish was to not be held on life support, but after today, I believe his time on this planet is not done, and maybe I'm selfish, but I'm not ready to lose my father. I don't think the world is ready to lose my father. My father gave me the world. He paid for my college and always provided for me. The world would be a better place if there were more people like him int it, 

Now, where the issue is, my parents had an old school relationship. My dad owned two businesses and my mom was completely dependent on my father. My mother, another incredible person, cares for my brother who has schizophrenia, which is a severe mental illness. He's older than me at 37 years old. My mother also cares for my grandmother who has dementia and my grandfather who has  diabetes so she is unable to work. On top of that she's always worried about my Crohn's disease but I have that under control thank god.  Now that we've made the decision to keep him on life support and continue to let him fight this, the bills are going to start piling up and the the costs for the eventual rehab, because I truly believe god will help him wake up, will be astronomical. He does have health insurance, but I'm sure it will cover only a fraction of the bills.I'm stressing so much because I'm trying to find the finances to make sure my mom can survive so they don't end up on the street while caring for my father. If my father even knew I was making this email asking for help, he'd get up and beat my butt so hard. 

 know it's absolutely a lot to ask for  donations and I completely understand if you can't donate, but please share.  I am absolutely desperate in trying to come up with funds to make sure my father can continue to fight and then go to rehab. To make sure my mother can pay the bills and continue to care for my brother. I don't want to lose my father and best friend and I don't want my mother to end up on the streets. I didn't know what else to turn to and ask for help.  This isn't something I'd usually do and I know for a fact that WHEN my dad wakes up, he'll kill me, but that's fine, as long as I have my father around. My father deserves a chance for all of the good he has done in the world. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I hope you would consider donating and sharing.