My name is Dexter, and I’m reaching out because I’ve hit the hardest point in my life. After losing my job as a truck driver due to declining health, I found myself living at Motel 6, scraping together enough each day to pay for my room and eating whatever I could afford. At 60 years old, my body just can’t keep up like it used to, and finding work has become nearly impossible.

Last night, things took a turn for the worse. A man suffering from severe mental illness crashed his SUV through my motel room wall at 50 mph after an altercation with the hotel staff. I was knocked unconscious, trapped under the bed frame, wall, and furniture, and rushed to the hospital. I woke up to my neighbor calling my name and trying to pry open my door. Now, I have nowhere safe to stay, my health is worse than ever, and I’ve lost what little I had left. I’m tired, sick, and honestly don’t know where to turn for help. I’ve worked my whole life and never had to ask for help before, but I can’t do this alone anymore.

Right now, I need help to secure a safe place to sleep, buy food and water, and replace basic necessities like clothes and shoes. Rent is my first priority every day—it’s truly life or death for me, especially with the Phoenix heat reaching 110 degrees. I will accept any help, no matter what it looks like—food, clothing, or donations. I appreciate anything you can bless me with as I start from scratch. Thank you for reading my story, and for any kindness or support you can offer. I pray that your journey is blessed and peaceful, and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart.