Recovery and Comfort

My father has been trying to lift himself up for quite some time now. Him and my mom were working day by day at temp agency's to get a weekly hotel room. I have been helping them since day one and im two to three weeks away from being able to afford my house 3 bedroom house right by my job. My mom and dad will be able to come under my roof and be safe and fed and won't have to go break they're backs anymore for pennies. Its my time to take care of them. So that being said, my dad was hit by a speeding van last night and has a broken leg, 4 broken ribs, and many lacerations on his face. Ges going to be bed ridden for months. Of course im going to pay for everything. It makes me sick im even making one of these things. The Tinlings are strong and independent. We work for what we have and we like to gove hand outs. Not take them. But here i still am. Ive stretched myself so thin already, its all i could think of. And it wont hurt my pride too bad because the money is for him. And its also for me because the second my parents are ok, ill be able to start moving on with my life. Stupid philosphy right? But if i dont help them ill never be able to sleep at night.