Donate to help Rohit to pay his semester fee

It’s me, Rohit KC. I am an international student here in Canada, from Nepal. I came here to build my future, to succeed in my goals, and to do something new. But then, one incident at my workplace completely disturbed my life. I work as a cashier in a convenience store, and this is my story.

On February 11th, around 2 AM, I was working a routine shift when a black guy entered the store. He didn’t appear homeless, so I assumed he was a customer or an Uber driver. I approached him to help, but he declined, saying he was just there to warm up. As per store policy, customers who aren’t making a purchase aren’t allowed to stay inside, so I politely informed him of the rule, and he left. Shortly after, the Uber driver inside also took his order and left.

At 2:07 AM, I locked the door and went to the washroom. When I returned and resumed my position at the cashier, the same man came back within minutes. He scanned the store, ensuring I was alone, and then walked straight to the counter. Without hesitation, he said that "He had a gun. Give me all the money." The moment I heard "gun," I froze, my body tensing with fear. I tried to stay calm and told him, "Okay, I’ll give you the money, just wait it takes time to access the counter." But within seconds, he rushed came to the counter and started attacking me.

His punch landed on my face again and again. More than ten brutal punches. The first hit stunned me, and as I pleaded for him to stop, he only became more violent. He grabbed a milk crate and smashed it against my face before continuing his relentless assault. My head, my nose, my cheeks each punch sent waves of agony through my body. The final punch landed directly on my nose and cheekbone, leaving me in unbearable pain. At that moment, everything went blank. Blood poured from my nose, covering the floor, the counter, and even the keyboard. Barely conscious, I managed to beg for time to open the cash register. Seeing my struggle, he hovered behind me, ready to hit me again. Terrified and in agony, I finally opened the counter, and he grabbed all the money.

As soon as he left the store, I locked the door and seat at the counter, with my hands shaking as I dialed 911. I explained everything to the police and then called my manager. When the police and paramedic arrived, they were shocked by the amount of blood everywhere. One officer even asked, "Are you sure your injuries are only to your nose?" At 3:20 AM, I was rushed to Toronto Western Hospital’s emergency department. However, when I arrived, I was told something unbelievable there was no doctor available on the night shift. Despite being in excruciating pain, bleeding heavily, and suffering from obvious facial injuries, I was left unattended for hours. The only person who checked on me was a medical student, and that was in the morning before the doctor finally arrived.

More than six hours passed before I was examined. The doctor immediately ordered a CT scan to check for internal injuries. The results confirmed I had a broken nose and a cracked cheekbone. He informed me that my trauma would take a long time to heal and gave me a referral to the ENT clinic for further treatment. However, I have yet to receive any treatment.

Days passed, and I continued reaching out for help. The ENT clinic refused to see me unless I paid over $1,000. I told them WSIB (Workplace Safety and Insurance Board) was supposed to cover my treatment, but they refused, stating they didn’t work with WSIB. I contacted WSIB repeatedly, and though they assured me they would find another clinic, no one ever followed up.

Even my own company abandoned me. I was injured protecting their store, yet they acted like I didn’t exist. I am nothing for them. No compensation, no financial support, nothing. They ignored the incident and offered me only $300. Is my life only worth $300? Forget the money what about my mental health? The trauma? The shock? All they said was, "We will see," but to this day, I have received nothing.

WSIB covered only one week of my lost wages just $134.55. I was off work for three weeks recovering, yet my manager coldly told me, "There’s no compensation. WSIB will pay you." How am I supposed to survive on $134.55 CAD?

This robbery didn’t just break my nose it shattered my peace of mind. I can’t sleep properly anymore. Every time I wake up in panic, reliving that moment. The sound of a doorbell terrifies me. Whenever I see a Black man inside or outside the store my heart races, my body trembles. I am not the same person anymore. This happened during my midterms exam, and I struggled to study. I was once an excellent student, even receiving an appreciation letter from my college for my performance. But now? I can’t focus. I feel like I’m failing on my course.

On top of everything, I’m in financial ruin. I have no money for rent, bills, or transportation. My college fined me $500 for a late payment. Next semester’s tuition is due, and I have no way to pay. I don’t want to work at that store anymore, but I don’t have any choice? Even after everything, the store refuses to help me. They claim they are waiting for me to confirm whether I will take legal action, and until then, they won’t pay my wages for the injury period. There is no responsibility, no humanity. Before, I didn’t think about legal action, but their lack of accountability and pressure is forcing me to take that step now but I can’t because I don’t have anything no one is ready to help me guide me. literally, I used to travel 5-6 days a week by walking to my job and college because I couldn’t afford to pay for the TTC fare this time and from other side I receive a mail from hospital still there is due $240 which is not covered by WSIB. I don’t have money to pay this bill. Now I have no other option that’s why I came here for help to collect some money for my college fee.

Kindly, appealing for the help in this hard situation your small donation and support will be very helpful for me to struggle.