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My story—and most of the chaos surrounding it—began in 2020 with a hospital stay that quickly turned into a long series of medical crises. Since then, I’ve been in and out of the hospital roughly sixteen times—long enough to learn which ones have the best food and the best floorplans for walking.

(THIS PHOTO WAS FROM BETTER TIMES)

In 2022, my wife and I adopted two wonderful boys. I was discharged from the hospital, we completed the paperwork, and I was readmitted the very next day.

Since then, my wife and I have chosen to divorce. Out of respect for everyone involved, I won’t go into details. I now live about 25 minutes from where I used to, and my work situation is tenuous. I’m actively seeking remote programming work. I know many programming languages and can quickly adapt to whatever stack is needed.

During this transition, my car was repossessed. Without it, I’ve lost access to medical appointments, basic errands, and the ability to pursue work opportunities that would help me regain independence. I’ve secured a modest, affordable apartment, and my SSDI income will reliably cover rent and utilities going forward. This is not an ongoing crisis—it’s a one-time emergency gap caused by the timing of the divorce, health issues, and the sudden loss of transportation.

I’ve exhausted every option I could find: local assistance programs (most with long waiting lists), charities, friends, and family. I’m actively searching for work compatible with my health because my goal is to become fully self-sufficient and never need to ask for help like this again. Asking for help is humbling. I’m not looking for a handout—just a chance to keep the stability I’ve fought hard to secure and to prevent everything from unraveling at once.

If you’re able to help in any way—whether by donating or sharing this—it would mean more than I can express. Thank you for your compassion, your time, and for helping me hold onto this new beginning.