My name is Dee. I'm 40 years old and a father of 5. About 3 years ago, I made the decision to get my life right for my kids and leave the street stuff alone. After about a year of trouble trying to get a job due to a spotted background, I found a job. The job required a car, and they gave me 30 days to get one. Well, I did. I saved up my checks and the little money I could, and I got an SUV not only for me but also to get my kids to school during this cold weather.

Fast forward 2 weeks later, and as I'm on my way to work, a random wire under the seat catches fire, and I lose the truck 3 days before my 40th birthday, along with my clothes and uniform because I was doing laundry. After it's all said and done, it's all materialistic, and I'm just grateful to still be here. I truly appreciate anything given, and even if you just took the time to read, thank you.