My name is Jerome and I'm trying to raise money for my family. We've had a pretty rough few years and we've lost the one that we really cared about before she graduated, and that devastated our lives. You know, depression is real. I've been struggling. It's been hard to move on when some days you don't even want to be awake, you don't want to be around. And I've had a lot of injuries and I'm no longer able to do the work I used to do. Now I'm almost 50 and I don't know how I'm supposed to move forward from here. I need a little help. I need to get good transportation and car insurance and take care of the house. I need to help my wife get her driver's license back; it's making it difficult to be able to keep income when there's only one driver. And I'm proud of myself. It might not seem huge for some people, but to me, it means a lot considering that by the time I was almost 15 years old, I was transferring to my 22nd school. I didn't have stability, discipline, or strong role models; none of that existed for me. It was quite the opposite. I watched my Christmas presents being sold in January! I had been in a car accident every year that my birthday fell on Friday the 13th. I've been beaten by my mom because I tried to protect her. I'd rather be in jail than go back to the life that I was being raised in and the abuse. I am so proud that my kids have nothing of the lifestyle I had, but I'm scared that this has been affecting them now. I'd do anything for my family. I'll beg to anyone for them. They deserve such a good life and they deserve people that would love them no matter what, and I'd give up anything to let them have that.