My mother and I lived together my whole life, and in 2023 she got her own house. In May of that year, she had her second stroke, and I lost her two months later, just three days before her birthday. Even though I tried to act like I could handle it, I could not. I asked my then 9-year-old daughter if she felt comfortable still living in our house even though her NuNu was no longer with us, and she said no. So, we packed up and moved out on October 6th, 2023.
I was exhausted from packing up a house, loading a U-Haul, and putting our things in storage. I didn't have the energy to drive to Lancaster, where we were moving, so I went to my mother's house where my brother was living and asked if my daughter, my younger brother, and I could spend the night until morning. He said no. That truly hurt me because I had let my older brother live in every home I've ever had. With all the emotions I was going through, I put on a fake smile and said okay, I will just drive tonight. I made it to Lancaster, bought a bottle, and went to my mom's friend's house where I would be staying until my apartment was ready.
The next day, I woke up in the hospital with two broken femurs, both hips broken, a dislocated right ankle, fractured spine, ribs, and neck, a level 4 liver laceration, and more. My daughter was in the hospital with fractured ribs, a collapsed lung, punctured spleen, and a level 4 liver laceration as well, while my little brother was in a coma because his injuries were to his organs. My paid-off car was totaled. I couldn't walk, my daughter was in the kids' wing so we couldn't see each other, and I was still grieving my mother's death.
By the grace and mercy of God, we have a home now, but we don't have a car. Living in Lancaster and having so many doctor appointments, it's really hard to get around without one. It would be a blessing if we could get help with getting a new vehicle. I would never ask for help because of being so prideful and I would typically figure it out on my own, but I physically and mentally cannot. I'm asking if you can donate anything to help me and my baby get back on the road again.
I was exhausted from packing up a house, loading a U-Haul, and putting our things in storage. I didn't have the energy to drive to Lancaster, where we were moving, so I went to my mother's house where my brother was living and asked if my daughter, my younger brother, and I could spend the night until morning. He said no. That truly hurt me because I had let my older brother live in every home I've ever had. With all the emotions I was going through, I put on a fake smile and said okay, I will just drive tonight. I made it to Lancaster, bought a bottle, and went to my mom's friend's house where I would be staying until my apartment was ready.
The next day, I woke up in the hospital with two broken femurs, both hips broken, a dislocated right ankle, fractured spine, ribs, and neck, a level 4 liver laceration, and more. My daughter was in the hospital with fractured ribs, a collapsed lung, punctured spleen, and a level 4 liver laceration as well, while my little brother was in a coma because his injuries were to his organs. My paid-off car was totaled. I couldn't walk, my daughter was in the kids' wing so we couldn't see each other, and I was still grieving my mother's death.
By the grace and mercy of God, we have a home now, but we don't have a car. Living in Lancaster and having so many doctor appointments, it's really hard to get around without one. It would be a blessing if we could get help with getting a new vehicle. I would never ask for help because of being so prideful and I would typically figure it out on my own, but I physically and mentally cannot. I'm asking if you can donate anything to help me and my baby get back on the road again.
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