We Escaped With Our Lives—But Lost Everything Else

In the early hours of the morning, at 3 AM, my children and I awoke to the nightmare of our home engulfed in flames. It wasn’t an accident. It was a deliberate act—set by my ex, who tried to murder me and my children while we slept.

We barely made it out alive.

We lost our home, our clothes, our memories. But even more painfully—we lost two of our beloved pets in the fire. One is still missing. It’s a kind of grief I can’t describe, but we are holding on to hope and searching every day.

We are now starting over with absolutely nothing.

I never thought I’d have to ask this, but I’m reaching out to you—anyone who can help—to please consider donating to help us get back on our feet. We need the basics: food, clothes, emergency housing, and help locating our missing pet. Every single dollar helps.

Please help me protect and rebuild a safe life for my children. This isn’t just about things—it’s about survival, stability, and healing after trauma no one should ever face.

If you can't give, please share. Your kindness can make a difference in ways we can't even express.

From the bottom of my heart,

Thelma, Daniel and Gabby