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My life changed forever on October 17, 2018. I was at work in an area known for gun violence, just trying to do the right thing, when I was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was shot in the neck and collarbone, and the bullet is still lodged in my neck. Since then, I’ve been paralyzed for seven years. The journey has been incredibly tough—constant hospital stays, battling infections like UTIs and sepsis, and facing neglect in care facilities. My insurance barely covers the basics, making it nearly impossible to get the therapy and support I need.
Before all this, I served almost eight years in prison, but when I got out, I was determined to turn my life around. I found work and was doing well, but tragedy struck again. I was shot once with an AK-47 near my home, and then eight months later, I was shot in the neck and collarbone, which left me paralyzed. Despite everything, I’ve tried to stay positive, keep my faith, and push forward, but it’s been overwhelming, stressful, and lonely.
After my injury, I felt incredibly alone. When I was on my feet, everyone was in my face, but after I became paralyzed, it felt like I was nobody. The people I wanted around disappeared, and only a few family members came to see me. It made me feel like I wasn’t that man anymore, like I couldn’t be loved or just hang out because I’m paralyzed. I’ve made some wrong choices in life, but I’m making the right ones now, and I’ve always been a genuine soul.
My mom is currently battling stage one cancer, and her biggest wish is to see me walk again. All of my mom’s children are miracle boys—my oldest brother was born six months premature and wasn’t expected to survive, but he’s about to turn 53. My second oldest brother survived being shot at close range with a semi-automatic gun. Then there’s me and my own tragic situation. Knowing what my family has overcome inspires me to keep going, because I believe we’re all here for a reason and have a purpose to fulfill.
The funds I raise here will help me access the rehabilitation I need—physical, occupational, and mental therapy. They may also help me get my own place and have nurses care for me at home, instead of being in neglectful facilities. To anyone considering helping, please have a heart and imagine if it were your own loved one fighting for a second chance. I’m grateful for any support, and I trust that God will provide what I need, including the kindness of those who want to help.
Before all this, I served almost eight years in prison, but when I got out, I was determined to turn my life around. I found work and was doing well, but tragedy struck again. I was shot once with an AK-47 near my home, and then eight months later, I was shot in the neck and collarbone, which left me paralyzed. Despite everything, I’ve tried to stay positive, keep my faith, and push forward, but it’s been overwhelming, stressful, and lonely.
After my injury, I felt incredibly alone. When I was on my feet, everyone was in my face, but after I became paralyzed, it felt like I was nobody. The people I wanted around disappeared, and only a few family members came to see me. It made me feel like I wasn’t that man anymore, like I couldn’t be loved or just hang out because I’m paralyzed. I’ve made some wrong choices in life, but I’m making the right ones now, and I’ve always been a genuine soul.
My mom is currently battling stage one cancer, and her biggest wish is to see me walk again. All of my mom’s children are miracle boys—my oldest brother was born six months premature and wasn’t expected to survive, but he’s about to turn 53. My second oldest brother survived being shot at close range with a semi-automatic gun. Then there’s me and my own tragic situation. Knowing what my family has overcome inspires me to keep going, because I believe we’re all here for a reason and have a purpose to fulfill.
The funds I raise here will help me access the rehabilitation I need—physical, occupational, and mental therapy. They may also help me get my own place and have nurses care for me at home, instead of being in neglectful facilities. To anyone considering helping, please have a heart and imagine if it were your own loved one fighting for a second chance. I’m grateful for any support, and I trust that God will provide what I need, including the kindness of those who want to help.