Support, Scott’s Wish for His Kids Future

Hello, my name is Scott. I’m 55, and the two wonderful kids in the photo? They’re my everything. They came to me from a difficult family situation, and I’m now their guardian, doing my best to give them the love and stability they deserve. See these babies came from unstable and unclean situations. Neglected because of drug use by the parents.

Both children are development delayed in speech, physical, and learning. They both get therapy weekly and are making great strides.

I’m an animal lover and plant enthusiast, always finding comfort and joy in the simple things, the kids and I sit outside working with plants, my daughter loves to pick dead flowers, and wants to care for all of the animals. My son loves the animals, but would prefer to play in water filled mud holes with the dogs and ducks.

Donations will go towards my Children’s Trust and towards my end of life services.

If there is any left after the kids and services are taken care of, I will then place amounts towards my medical.

About me further explained.

For the past 12.5 years, I’ve been battling Congestive Heart Failure (CHF) and other chronic illnesses. Lately, my CHF has been getting worse, and I’m facing the reality that time might not be on my side. Before things progress to the point where I can’t, I’m determined to stay healthy enough to pursue a lifelong dream—to travel and reconnect with family I’ve missed dearly.

Losing my mother to the same condition just two years ago was heartbreaking. I saw her unable to do the things she loved, and I don’t want to face that same regret. There are family members I haven’t seen in over 20 years, and my heart aches to be with them again, to share moments and memories before it’s too late.

This isn’t where I expected to be right now, and it’s difficult for me to say this, but I’m worried about money. Raising these kids, handling everyday expenses, and dealing with the unexpected has drained my savings more than I ever anticipated. I never thought I’d need to ask for help, but here I am, humbly reaching out. I’ve been picking up odd projects that I can manage with my condition, but it’s becoming clear that I can’t do this alone.

If you’re in a position to help, I would be deeply grateful. But more than anything, I ask for your positive thoughts, your kindness, and your joy. The world is full of challenges, and I don’t want to add to your worries. I’m not giving up—my heart may be heavy, but I’m still filled with hope and the will to keep fighting.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this. Your support and good wishes mean more to me than words can express during this uncertain time.