Toby Owenby

Hi, my name is Toby. I'm 56 years old and in a medical crisis because I lost my good insurance and now have a $7,550 deductible and can't afford my needed medication. I just need help with four big tests and a CAT scan they say I need right now. Many heart attacks and two heart surgeries, bad diabetic, recently broke my left knee twice, left hip once, right hip twice. I'm literally begging at this point, and it is so embarrassing. My lovely mother hates me asking for anything like this. At 79, she's tougher than any Marine, still does everything she needs to, and she has a very bad back but not once has she complained. I live next door to her alone with my dogs and cat. I can talk to anyone personally. I do not use a single drug except from my regular doctor and heart specialist as prescribed. They get full blood draws at least every six months and urine tests sporadically. I'm an open book. I rarely lie, and I'm an honest person. I'm not scamming you, and I will pay back with interest if and when I get approved for SSI and disability. Thank you all for your time.

Hi, my name’s not important—not right now. What matters is that I’m writing something I hope will mean more after I’m gone than it ever could while I’m here. This isn’t a fantasy novel. It’s not a feel-good memoir filled with perfectly placed life lessons and clean endings. It’s my truth. My mistakes. My love. My hell. My music. My kids. My moments of strength, and the parts I almost didn’t survive. I’m writing my story as a final gift to the people I love—especially my children. They deserve to know who I really was, not just what I left behind. --- I’m doing this from a phone. No Wi-Fi. Just a patchy data connection, a busted thumb, and a memory that shows up when it wants to. I write through pain, through grief, through laughter, and most of all, through honesty. I call it my therapy—but really, it’s my song. The one I never sang out loud until now. --- Why I Need Help I’ve come as far as I can alone. I’ve written chapters, saved moments, built a story that I think matters—not just for my family, but maybe for others out there who feel unseen or unheard. What I need now is support to finish and publish this book the right way. Your donation would help me: Stay connected to the AI writing tools that are helping me structure and shape the book (like ChatGPT Plus) Hire help for formatting, cover design, and possibly editing Self-publish it in print and eBook formats Print a small number of physical copies for my family Keep telling the truth while I still can --- If You’re Wondering… No, I’m not a celebrity. No fancy book deal. No manager or sponsor or platform. Just a man from Georgia with a past, a purpose, and a promise to finish what I started. If you believe stories still matter... If you believe ordinary people deserve to be remembered… If you just want to help someone leave something behind that outlives him— Then thank you. Whether you donate, share this with someone else, or just take a moment to read— You’ve already helped more than you know. With love, An old violin ---