Raising money for my grandpas diabetes and heath

basically i am asking anyone who can please share this to others if you aren't able to donate anything. Spreading and sharing this link would mean the world. This is for my grandfather Leonardo I will not say his last name for privacy but It would mean a lot if anyone can donate. My grandpa at the moment lives in a small apartment where I don't think it's really safe for him to stay there any longer. He is very important to me because he has diabetes and I'm scared he will be diagnosed with COVID-19 . I am his granddaughter  and I really care for him a lot. As of now he works doing construction because he needs money. During this pandemic we have been sending him food and meals for him to eat. He lives far away from us which is why my mom and my dad can't always visit  him.  My mom and dad aren't filthy rich either which is why I had to make this go fund me page all on my own in order to make sure my grandpa is happy , safe and healthy.

Here is his background story:

My grandfather used to be one of the kids in town that didn’t have much money at the time simply just belonged to the middle class. His family wasn’t usually stable at the time considering money. He came from a family of 10. At the time it was pretty normal for families to be that large considering the population rate back in his country. Before coming to the United States he experienced many obstacles that made him who he is as a person today. Back in his home country life wasn’t always so simple. It started with his mother and father not having much food to feed each family member. The usual breakfast was scrambled eggs and potatoes or rice but most of the time it was just toast and corn tortillas. He never had the chance to eat a full meal as a kid. After a small portion of food in the morning like a piece of bread, he had to go work on the farm. Kids started working on the farm from the age of 7. Here are some of his own words “I remember having to go up the hill and we needed to have strength to get all the way up from the city to the farm. There was no traveling in cars or anything like trains. I had to take my siblings up the mountains by ourselves because our mom and dad had to work. Our family wasn’t expected to go to school. Mom never said to work hard in school in order to have a good career. And my dad thought the same. Both of them just wanted us to take care of the farm animals this way my sister could sell  them at the marketplace and make enough money for a sandwich. I still went to school as a child. I don’t remember much about school but kids my age were categorized by wealth. The families that had money put their children into good private schools. I didn’t notice that at first but as I grew older the realization came into my head that we didn't have money like others did. It popped into my head that my family wasn’t financially stable even if i wish it had happened it wouldn't have.” Grandpa had to drop out of school at the start of his teenage years which was 13. Dropping out was not a choice. He had to work to help his parents because they needed more help around the house and the business they had. Work was mostly made up of just going and feeding the animals then making sure to bring some vegetables and fruits to the dinner table. Five years later he lost his mother and sister to a car accident. He was 17 and this hit him very hard. Like rock slingshotted to your stomach. The feeling never went away. The thought of losing family was awful to him and the rest of his siblings. As time went by things started to get better. He had met my grandmother and they had three kids, one boy and two girls. One of the girls was my mother. In 1994 he went through Mexico, Peru, Bolivia and Colombia. He had left his kids and his wife. This was because he had made a choice to come to America in order to get a good job and send money to his wife and kids. Back to grandpa’s perspective “Work here in the United States was very hard. I didn’t know where to start. I had left the people I love and cared for. I felt like they hated me for coming here. Finding a place to stay wasn't very hard. Many people were coming to the United States so I met friends that spoke Spanish and it made me more comfortable. But it didn’t make me happy. I knew I would have to work here in order to make sure my family was safe in my home country. I first had a job as a construction worker. People needed help when they were building their houses so I thought why not make this my job since I used to work with my dad as a kid helping home with my house. I made enough money to keep sending it to my family. In 2001 both my two daughters came to the United States. It caught me by surprise but I was glad to see them both. It made me glad I had half of my family with me. They started working too; this was a new place where we could all start fresh and begin something new for our future generations.”

Thank you so so much for reading and if you decide to donate I bet for sure my grandfather will be very safe and happy.

have a wonderful day, night,afternoon! 
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