My name is Paul. Right now, I’m living out of my car with my two dogs — the only family I have left by my side.
Not long ago, I had a home, belongings, and some sense of stability. I did everything I could to contribute — fixing cars, repairing electronics, and helping where I could. But everything changed, and I suddenly found myself on the street, with nothing but my dogs and the clothes on my back.
I didn’t expect to be here. I never thought I’d be sleeping in parking lots, rationing food and water, or hiding from the heat just to get through the day. I didn’t think I’d have to fight just to get back the few things I own — tools, clothes, sentimental items — all locked away, out of reach.
The worst part is how easily everything was taken — not just my belongings, but my sense of safety, privacy, and dignity. I’ve gone through court dates, tried to get help, and done everything I can to stay calm and strong. But I’m exhausted. I’m running out of options, and I’m scared of what’s going to happen next — not just for me, but for the dogs who never left my side.
They didn’t choose this life. And I won’t abandon them.
I’ve done my best to stay hopeful. I’ve looked for work, tried to fix my car, reached out for resources, and kept trying to do right — but it’s hard to climb out when you’re starting from below rock bottom.
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What I’m asking for:
If you can help, even a little, it could go toward:
A safe place to stay, even just short-term, so we’re not sleeping in a car
Storage and transportation to recover what little I have left
Dog care and registration to keep them safe, legal, and with me
Food, gas, and hygiene needs for day-to-day survival
Legal fees and paperwork so I can get my ID, license, and rights in order






