I’m sharing this with humility, faith, and hope—because asking for help is not something that comes easily for me.

I am a man of faith, an educator, and a devoted father. For my entire life, I have answered a clear calling: to serve children and families, to protect the vulnerable, and to help others find hope when life feels overwhelming. I have spent decades pouring into schools and communities, backed by advanced training in child development, literacy, social work, and educational leadership. But more than any credential, what defines me is how I show up—with compassion, integrity, and unwavering love—no matter the cost.

Two days before I unexpectedly lost my job, I made a life-changing decision.

I said yes to fostering an eight-year-old boy who had already lived in 27 different homes—a child who had never truly been chosen. Without hesitation, I chose love over fear and commitment over comfort. On August 15, 2025, that little boy officially became my son. After years of instability and heartbreak, he finally had a father who would not walk away.

Since then, hardship after hardship has followed.

I have not worked in over a year, despite applying relentlessly to countless positions—both professional roles and frontline work—anything that would allow me to provide for my son. During this time, we became homeless and have been moving from place to place, without stable housing to call our own.

My car was repossessed. A job offer finally came, bringing a moment of hope, only to be rescinded 48 hours later due to budget cuts—after I had already taken on a new car note simply to get to work. Now that car, too, is once again at risk.

Most devastatingly, I recently learned that nearly everything we own—my son’s childhood keepsakes and the few belongings that followed him through foster care from home to home—was auctioned off.

And still, I keep going.

I keep applying.

I keep interviewing.

I keep praying.

Most importantly, I keep showing up every single day for my son—who looks at me with unshakable trust, safety, and hope. I carry that trust with me in everything I do.

As the holidays approach, my son wants what every child deserves: warmth, dignity, stability, and a sense of normalcy. And all I want is the chance to provide that—along with safe, suitable, and stable housing that allows him to finally exhale and feel secure.

This is the hardest season of my life.

I have always been the one standing in the gap for others. Today, I am standing there quietly, hoping someone will reach back.

If you feel led to help, any support—whether through financial contributions via the attached apps or gifts from the included Amazon Wish List—will make an immediate and meaningful difference. Every prayer, every share, and every act of generosity matters more than you know.

I am not giving up.

My faith will not let me.

My love for my son will not let me.

But no one should have to endure a season like this alone.

Thank you for reading and if you have already supported. Thank you for your compassion, your prayers, and your willingness to listen. May God bless you for being the hands and heart of God when it matters most.