Help Me Out This Toolshed And Into A Home

A year ago I let my emotions get the better of me and it cost me my  Family, home, and career. I’m trying to do my best to keep my head up and keep going because I got three beautiful babies who don’t want to see their daddy fail. I spent 6 years  going to school and now I can’t even barely find a job let alone a decent place to live that my children can visit there dad at. I currently live in a shed. No exaggeration. The type of tool shed you see outside Lowe’s or Home Depot. The owner of the property charges me 500 dollars and there’s no heat or insulation. But at least it’s inside and safe. Sadly he can’t continue to rent to me after this month (December). I spent last winter sleeping at Bankhead theater and Store bathrooms to try and stay warm. I can’t do it again. I am in the process of getting a job at Walmart that I should have had continuously since I transferred from Patterson, but life wasn’t done giving me the once over and Walmart’s corporate office decided to deny my (all) hardship transfer(s). I currently receive unemployment benefits but those are running out and are just south of not enough. If I can raise enough for first months rent and deposit, all the work I’ve been doing to fix my credit will allow me to lease an apartment and I can continue to try and come back from this. I’m embarrassed to be around my children in the state I’m in, and literally everyone who I believed had considered me family after 14 years, turned their backs on me. Some of you out there may know me; I may have been your kids teacher, or maybe we worked together. Maybe we are LPC or SFSU Alumni. Perhaps I cooked your steak to perfection at Texas Roadhouse in Tracy or Cattlemens in Livermore. Maybe our kids are friends. Maybe we once were. I am not a proud man, nor am I an entitled one. I can humbly say that since I moved to California, East Bay; I have spent nearly a decade and half serving our community and trying to better myself along the way. From blood drives, to Leukemia walks, from cook to teacher, from father to caretaker; I have always wanted to be a part of a community with people  that would rather hold someone up than to be the top dog, where people would rather bend down to help you up, then turn their backs and walk away. My youngest two were born and raised here; and my oldest gave up his life in Texas to make one here and he’s never been happier. I want to stay here and continue to be a positive part of their lives and see them become leaders in a community that embodies leadership. This is their home and no matter my hardships they deserve to and will continue to grow up here. If I can’t find a home here again, I may have to be the kind of father I said I’d never be; an absent one. I still got fight left in me and even if I never return to the field that changed the way I see life and the way I see my role in this life, I know I can be happy just to be part of the same community as my kiddos and a physically, emotionally, and present father for my loves. They deserve that, and I deserve them. I guess what it comes down to though is...do I deserve another chance? I’ll let you decide. Thank you.