Urgent Help Needed for Stranded Trucker

Hi everybody. Through a series of sad, unfortunate events, I’m stuck in Vero Beach, Florida; sad, sick, and desperate. All I want is to get home, but all I have to my name is my car, but no gasoline or money to buy any. It all started when I got sick and had to stop working at a regular job; I’m a long-haul trucker by trade. There’s no medical term for what’s wrong with me, but, in a nutshell, my digestive system has shifted from its natural location to about 3 inches lower in my gut. The practical result of this is the near-constant need for the use of a bathroom; at least once per hour to clean myself up from the endless flow of soft fecal material. Usually, my body will wake me up for this overnight, but not all the time. As a result, my car and my body are disgusting. With no money, I can’t get my car cleaned or even a shower for myself, much less the gasoline to get home to Nashville, which is where I was headed when my car batteries died. My car is a Jeep Grand Cherokee, which has an unusual battery system with two interconnected batteries; one functions as on most other cars. The other operates a start/stop system and is complicated to install as it’s interactive with the main battery but is vented to the outside of the car. When one dies, it takes the other with it. Without understanding all of this, I had to have the car towed to the dealer. This tow ate up all my travel funds only to be quoted nearly $900 for the repair. Thank goodness, the dealer was able to bypass the auxiliary battery so the car is drivable, but, with no money and no gasoline, I’m stuck anyway. And now, thanks to the effects of my illness, I’m stuck in a car and body anyone would find absolutely disgusting.

I came to Florida at the insistence of my niece, who promised to take me in and care for me. However, she has 3 kids of her own and a baby daddy who took an instant dislike to and resentment towards me. He decided to move the family to a smaller, cheaper place while giving me just one week to make other arrangements. That’s when I decided to go back home to see what charitable help might be available for me there. Then, in Vero Beach, my car died, my symptoms became much worse, and I’m left with no options but to turn to the charitable public for desperately needed help.