My name is Benji.

I started an underground food pantry and delivery service out of my home because I couldn’t live with myself if I did nothing. I used my own money, my own time, my own energy—because people were hungry, scared, and hurting right now.

At first, it was just me. Quiet. Underground. No spotlight. Just bags of food moving from my hands to families who needed them. Then I started sharing, and something powerful happened. People felt hope again. People felt seen. And others stepped forward and said, “You’re not alone.”

Now there’s a whole community here. Families I carry in my heart every single day. Kids whose faces I can’t forget. Parents trying to stay strong while everything around them feels like it’s falling apart.

My goal is not complicated. I want our families fed. I want them safe in their homes. I want them together.

I am not a hero. I’m a human who refuses to look away while my community suffers. I will stand up. I will stand beside them. I will keep going when I’m exhausted, when my body hurts, when sleep feels like a luxury—because stopping isn’t an option.

I won’t rest until we’re all safe.

If you’re reading this, I’m asking you to stand with us. Protect our most vulnerable kids. Protect our families. Every dollar, every donation, every act of support goes directly back into this mission and into the homes that need it most.

This is love in action.

This is community.

This is what refusing to look away looks like.

Sending love and blessings to you all.

May the sun always find you.

—Benji