Plz Prevent Homelessness for Me. I Have COPD
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Hi. I'm Dawson and life handed me onions ...and onionade isn't very good.
I'm not a parent with little mouths to feed. I'm not a war Vet who fought for our country. I didn't get hurt saving a puppy from a fire. I didn't lose it all in a hurricane. Nope... none of that.
I am just a guy who is 61 years old and in Stage 3 COPD... I have swollen feet from COPD (pulmonary Hypertension) and I walk slowly with a cane. I'm worn out by afternoon. I take numerous steroid inhalers during the day, I sleep with Oxygen at night. In a few years or so, I'll be using Oxygen full time.
I'm trying to go on disability, have been repeatedly denied and getting completely STRESSED OUT from the runaround by "the system"... and now... I'll be losing the roof over my head. Things are going backwards. I need help. I need Money. Same thing everyone else here needs. And there are a LOT that need help, like me.
Money donated to my GoFundMe page is being placed in a separate bank account earmarked as Escrow for an as yet unknown potential Landlord/Facility.
Because of the COPD, I am unable to work many hours, before fatigue sets in. I'm exhausted before it's even time to leave work to go home. Strictly part-time ...28 hours, if I don't miss any days due to illness, and I miss TOO many days... so 28 hours is rare.
UPDATE: As of April 2020 - Until further notice my Doctor says it's unsafe for me to ride public transit during the busy peak hours it would take to get to work. It's too risky with Covid19 and crowded trains and buses, so I am not working.
Not enough money to find housing.
I've applied for assistance from HUD and other places. HUD programs are frozen in my area. I'm a speck in a huge sky to them. Too many others needing help, too. I'm nowhere near the top of their list.
I have a limited time, to find a place to live, with no money. People tell me not to worry, but my income doesn't go far......... I'm worried.
Push has come to Shove. It sure couldn't be easy to wheel my Oxygen down the street, looking for 4 walls and a bed. My mind keeps jumping to the worst scenario. The World around me is rough on my lungs and I don't want to get SICK!
County & City assistance are a million miles away. I'm nowhere in their system compared to others who have been there longer. I won't last long without safe housing. Because of my COPD, I can NOT be housed or live where people smoke nearby. Exposure to nicotine fumes bashes my lungs. They get weak instantly and it takes HOURS to recover my energy. Many FUMES do that to me.
I don't need a mansion. Just a room with a kitchen and a bathroom of my own... where nobody smokes or exposes me to chemicals.
My HOPE (dream?) is to get into a decent Independent Living Home, which may also be an Assisted Living Home (for a few years from now). I am capable of feeding, grooming and generally caring for myself... even though I'm slow and rickety. But I'm aware that a few years from now... the COPD will progress to a point I WILL start to need more and more physical help.
So anyway... here is the last of my Pride, being thrown in the ocean. I'm asking for money. Financial blessings. Charitable gifts. Call it what you will... I'm begging for money. I have no savings left.
Why help ME? I've been good, but I've been bad. I've donated my money and time for Special needs kids to go to fun summer camps... I raised a lot for Jerry's Kids. I've donated time, money, food, clothes and blood many times over the years to various Charities in need.
But I've also spent money I should have saved, on stupid things. I don't say "thank you" enough. I'm not real organized. I don't watch my diet. I could have planned ahead for my future better... but failed.
I feel like there are a fair amount of people who think I'm a good guy, but there are some others who think I'm a jerk. I make some people laugh, while others think I should shut up.
I suppose I'm an average guy... but I'm skidding downhill with no brakes. Thank You to anyone who can donate or share my post, before I crash.
I'm not a parent with little mouths to feed. I'm not a war Vet who fought for our country. I didn't get hurt saving a puppy from a fire. I didn't lose it all in a hurricane. Nope... none of that.
I am just a guy who is 61 years old and in Stage 3 COPD... I have swollen feet from COPD (pulmonary Hypertension) and I walk slowly with a cane. I'm worn out by afternoon. I take numerous steroid inhalers during the day, I sleep with Oxygen at night. In a few years or so, I'll be using Oxygen full time.
I'm trying to go on disability, have been repeatedly denied and getting completely STRESSED OUT from the runaround by "the system"... and now... I'll be losing the roof over my head. Things are going backwards. I need help. I need Money. Same thing everyone else here needs. And there are a LOT that need help, like me.
Money donated to my GoFundMe page is being placed in a separate bank account earmarked as Escrow for an as yet unknown potential Landlord/Facility.
Because of the COPD, I am unable to work many hours, before fatigue sets in. I'm exhausted before it's even time to leave work to go home. Strictly part-time ...28 hours, if I don't miss any days due to illness, and I miss TOO many days... so 28 hours is rare.
UPDATE: As of April 2020 - Until further notice my Doctor says it's unsafe for me to ride public transit during the busy peak hours it would take to get to work. It's too risky with Covid19 and crowded trains and buses, so I am not working.
Not enough money to find housing.
I've applied for assistance from HUD and other places. HUD programs are frozen in my area. I'm a speck in a huge sky to them. Too many others needing help, too. I'm nowhere near the top of their list.
I have a limited time, to find a place to live, with no money. People tell me not to worry, but my income doesn't go far......... I'm worried.
Push has come to Shove. It sure couldn't be easy to wheel my Oxygen down the street, looking for 4 walls and a bed. My mind keeps jumping to the worst scenario. The World around me is rough on my lungs and I don't want to get SICK!
County & City assistance are a million miles away. I'm nowhere in their system compared to others who have been there longer. I won't last long without safe housing. Because of my COPD, I can NOT be housed or live where people smoke nearby. Exposure to nicotine fumes bashes my lungs. They get weak instantly and it takes HOURS to recover my energy. Many FUMES do that to me.
I don't need a mansion. Just a room with a kitchen and a bathroom of my own... where nobody smokes or exposes me to chemicals.
My HOPE (dream?) is to get into a decent Independent Living Home, which may also be an Assisted Living Home (for a few years from now). I am capable of feeding, grooming and generally caring for myself... even though I'm slow and rickety. But I'm aware that a few years from now... the COPD will progress to a point I WILL start to need more and more physical help.
So anyway... here is the last of my Pride, being thrown in the ocean. I'm asking for money. Financial blessings. Charitable gifts. Call it what you will... I'm begging for money. I have no savings left.
Why help ME? I've been good, but I've been bad. I've donated my money and time for Special needs kids to go to fun summer camps... I raised a lot for Jerry's Kids. I've donated time, money, food, clothes and blood many times over the years to various Charities in need.
But I've also spent money I should have saved, on stupid things. I don't say "thank you" enough. I'm not real organized. I don't watch my diet. I could have planned ahead for my future better... but failed.
I feel like there are a fair amount of people who think I'm a good guy, but there are some others who think I'm a jerk. I make some people laugh, while others think I should shut up.
I suppose I'm an average guy... but I'm skidding downhill with no brakes. Thank You to anyone who can donate or share my post, before I crash.
Organizer
Dawson Delamar
Organizer
Cheltenham Township, PA