My name is Nathan Kvernevig, and caring for others has always been at the heart of who I am. As a Traveling CNA, nursing isn’t just my profession, it’s my calling. I’ve spent my life offering comfort, support, and healing to people in their most vulnerable moments. But today, I find myself on the other side of that need, hoping for the same compassion I’ve devoted my life to giving.

Not long ago, my world changed forever. I was involved in a traumatic, life-shattering car accident, one so violent that my vehicle was thrown nearly 200 feet before crashing and rolling into the National Weather Service building in Sioux Falls. Due to the carelessness of a Drunk Driver, I was a passenger in my vehicle. In those terrifying moments, everything I knew shifted. I survived, but I lost someone irreplaceable, my childhood friend. She was a beautiful soul with not a mean bone in her body, someone who helped me through the hardest chapters of my middle and high school years. Grieving her loss has been an ache deeper than I ever imagined, and healing without her feels like walking with a piece of my heart missing.

My injuries were severe: four fractured ribs, a broken sternum, and nine fractures in my right foot. Due to internal damage, I needed emergency surgery that resulted in a colostomy. In 3 months, I have to undergo another surgery to reverse the colostomy. Now, I face months of physical therapy—months of relearning how to move, how to function, and how to rebuild my strength so that one day I can return to the work I love.

On top of the emotional and physical pain, life has brought practical challenges too. My vehicle was completely destroyed, and being unable to work for at least six months has placed me under intense financial strain. Medical bills, daily expenses, and the cost of simply living keep growing at a time when I’m doing everything I can just to heal—physically, mentally, and emotionally.

It’s humbling to ask for help, but I am reaching out with as much honesty and hope as I can. If you feel moved to support me—through prayers, kind words, sharing my story, or financial help—I would be deeply grateful. Every act of care, no matter the size, helps me take one more step toward stability, healing, and reclaiming the life I’ve worked so hard to build.

Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. Your kindness, your compassion, and simply your presence in this moment mean more than I can express. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for walking with me through this difficult chapter.