<div>UPDATE: I HAVE JUST DAYS TO SECURE MY BELONGINGS, so I've adjusted the total to only refer to the immediate need which is to be spent on storage and paying anyone who can help get it out of the house. Please help me, I'm in so much pain.
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<div>I’ve always preached hope. That our thoughts pave the way. That spoken word can shift reality. But right now, I’m struggling to believe my own gospel.
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<div>Last week, I was in a highway accident. My spine was fractured. My truck—my lifeline—is gone.
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<div>I run Fierce Monkey Biz, a small business built on grit, creativity, and the belief that discarded things (and people) still have value. I’ve spent years turning vintage finds into art, building a legacy out of broken pieces like me. Taking every extra penny and pouring it into building up inventory. Ive spent a fortune getting to this point. Q4—is the most profitable time of year. Most shops ride out the rest of the year on what they earn now. I’ve spent months preparing for this moment: securing a booth, investing in inventory, setting up the store. And now I can’t get there to reap the rewards of my hard work, and I must move all of my inventory and my belongings from my home.
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<div>I can’t transport items to the shelf. I can’t pick up the treasures left for me. I’m losing money every day, watching the moment I worked so hard for slip through my fingers. Now I risk losing everything.
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<div>I've never been desperate enough to go to these lengths to reach out for help... and I have a difficult time asking for it without shame. So I want to tell my story and explain my immediate needs and what's at stake. I was almost there, and now I'm barely holding on.
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<div>It started with a borrowed favor. I let a friend drive my truck while I rested from exhaustion when she needed a ride home—because that’s who I am. But it was crushed when crashing into the vehicle in front of us, and also with it, the fragile momentum I’d been building for so long. I'd been trying to rebuild when mechanical issues caused me to spend 7000 in repair costs on my truck and get past court orders placed on my license since my last drink 7 years ago (which was a monumental acheivment in my lifes plan). This was the second month back on the road. After that? Back to square one. Six months of scraping, saving, and praying just to get it road-ready again. Six months of holding onto hope like it was the last thread in my hands.
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<div>Finally, I was ready. The business plan was in motion. I’d acquired an enclosed travel trailer—my mobile lifeline, an extention of my storefront (only on wheels) and soon to be the "Disco Dressingroom" for the Vintage clothing. I parked next to the store location, ready to launch. Ready to rise.
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<div>Then, in one freak gust of wind, a king-size mattress flew off the roof of a passing vehicle. A suprising place to find a pillowtop King mattress when its perfectly in the middle of your lane at about 80mph (I was in the far right lane). I managed to swerve right avoiding impact with the mattress, however, much to my suprise the driver ahead of me had pulled her vehicle over and stopped--BLOCKING MY ESCAPE. I swerved left to keep from bashing into her --clipping the mattress corner with the tail end of my truck. This sent me spinning right into oncoming traffic. I ricochet like a pinball—metal, glass, bone...and ended up with a hairline fracture in my spine (and a soul full of rage).
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<div>I’m angry I lived.
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<div>Because everything I built was taken from me in seconds. And I was left behind—not whole, not healed, not even housed. Just broken. Just stuck. Just watching the pieces scatter again.
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<div>How dare it leave me here—hopeless, hurting, and forced to start over again. I know I can do it. I wont let this be my legacy. I want to make a difference. The next step in the process is my non profit portion of the business plan. I want to bring hope back to our community. Give families the necessities crucial for a healthy life, and abolishing the stigma that prevents people from discussing issues affecting their mental health. I wont stop until our society is once again loving thy neighbor. Because sometimes it truly does take a "villiage" to make a difference in someones life. Please help, *if you can.* I wont be a victim. I can do my best to pay back any donors once I am out of danger and can recover. Then I can complete my mission.
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<div>I have over $40,000 in inventory that needs warehousing. I need a vehicle—any vehicle—to keep my business alive. I need to relocate my furniture and appliances, all of which I’ve purchased myself, because the house I’ve been living in is no longer safe, and the landlord is demanding a ridiculous amount on a run down dump. I demanded things change, and now I'm being evicted.
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<div>The septic is backing up. There’s no running water. When I moved in, it took two weeks before I could even sleep here—scrubbing away pests, graffiti, and stench. The landlord never repaired anything, even after three hurricanes condemned homes on my block. Ty, who helped fix the plumbing, ended up in the hospital with a flesh-eating virus from the hurricane. He’s months away from a disability hearing, and we’ve just learned he won’t be able to help us stay as the landlord is demanding the rent we had an agreement on receiving from the settlement.
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<div>I’m not asking for comfort. I’m asking for survival.
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<div>I’ve taken loans. I’ve held on. I’ve kept the faith. But right now, I feel the farthest from peace I’ve ever been. Watching two years of hard-won progress unravel—my home, my vehicle, my business—THIS is my definition of hell on earth.
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<div>If you’ve ever felt like you were almost there—almost safe, almost stable—only to watch it all fall apart, you know what this feels like. I felt rich with the treasures I own right here in my home stacked up to the ceiling, just waiting to be pictured and sold. Now I'm feeling like an air freshner thats run out of juice being thrown in the trash like a piece of garbage.
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<div>I’m asking for help to stay alive and recover. To keep my business alive so I have income. To protect the peace I’ve fought so hard to build.
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<div>If you know of or have a home we can rent...I have a steady disability payment, and Tylon will soon have his and I supplement my income with my business which is finally breaking even and soon to be extremely profitable. I am trustworthy and have spent a significant amount of time interior decorating in my life. I have always made the most of and taken great pride and care in where I live. Having someplace to move my things would be a monumental milestone.
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<div>Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing. Thank you for helping me hold on. Every dollar, every helping hand to secure belongings, and every prayer will be cherished.
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<div>I have provided a list of needs and how the money would be used for reference.Domatipms of medical supplies and your time are greatly needed. Pls msg if you can help move items to storage. Final order to vacate has been recorded with the Circuit Clerk as of yesterday. Now I am a sitting fuck waiting to be placed in the grass. I haven't been able to rally any volunteers to help me.
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Just $350 to go!
Make an impact.

Help Me Move This Mountain, and Begin to Rebuild.

Just $350$ to go! Make an impact.

Help Me Move This Mountain, and Begin to Rebuild.

Just $350 to go!
Make an impact.