My name is Michael Potter, and I think I posted everything that basically explains everything in those three paragraphs in those three photos. I admit that I posted things, but I posted them after hours sitting on my couch, clocked out. I didn’t reference the school; the school is not referenced on any of my social media at all, so I don’t feel I am, as I was referred to on the Internet, a danger to children or teachers. I think that’s just absurd.

I am simply trying to do my job, and I don’t pat myself on the back a lot, not at all, but I am the best there is at what I do, and that’s the truth. This was my dream job. This was it. Everybody gets a dream job in their lifetime. I’m not convinced of true love. I’m not convinced of a whole lot of things, so I’m not convinced there’s a heaven or hell, but I’m convinced that everybody gets, at one point in their life, whether they realize it or not, their dream job, and I got mine, and I realized it. I worked my butt off. I worked for hours after hours; I worked until I was bleeding. I would move and move and move because that’s what the school needed. The school demanded it. The kids needed it. The kids needed the playground to be disinfected. The kids needed the wasps not to sting them. Teachers needed things done. They’re teaching kids. It’s my job to clear a path, and I did that, and it was ripped away from me. A part of me was destroyed and crushed and broken when this happened. I did nothing to deserve this, and I’m just trying to survive. I’m just trying to find a job. You have absolutely no idea how hard I am trying to find a job, any job, any job that I can do standing up straight and smiling. I have to be helpful. I have to be needed. I have to be necessary, and I was, and it was taken from me, so now I’m asking for help because I’m gonna need it. I do need it. Not one cent...

and I mean that, not one cent will be spent on myself. I’m not going to see movies. I’m not buying a new couch so I can more comfortably insult jerks on the Internet. I am feeding my kids and paying my rent, two things that were difficult before because of the economy in the world but are now impossible. So that’s what I’m asking for, and that’s, again, that’s why I’m asking for it. If everybody gives five bucks, I’ll be fine. I’m not trying to be, I’m not looking for a vacation here. I just need some help, or I’ll have to make more other decisions that are more drastic than this.

But I appreciate everybody for reading this completely, for real, and I know people have helped me in the past, and I’ve got no backup plan. I’ve got nobody. OK, I don’t. I don’t. It’s me or nobody, and I failed because I did, because I’m the one that’s supposed to be... I could just... it’s just hard not to break down and cry and get in a ball and just lay there, but I’m literally doing everything I can. So anyway, if you can and you want to, please help my family….

I really just need like a big buffer in between not having a job and getting another job because as we all know if you get behind in your bills or your rent or your car payment or something you’re never gonna get ahead ever and again I don’t deserve this. I didn’t do anything worthy of having my entire family crushed so for real I’m not trying to sound mad but this is completely beyond OK and I I just really need some help like I’ve I’ve lost 20 pounds in a week and a half stress crying not eating like the end this coming one way or another I need some help.