Help Us Provide Stability For a Young Man Who Shared Everything He Had Left

I Gave My Last $10 Because I Know What Rock Bottom Feels Like

I lost my brother and nephew, and the grief pushed me to the streets for three years. This year, I finally clawed my way to sobriety and found a place to call home but every day is still a fight to survive.

When someone asked for help at a gas station, I handed them the only thing I had, a $10 gift card. I know what it's like when no one's there. I know that darkness.

Now I'm asking for help myself. I don't want to lose this home I fought so hard for. Your donation means I can keep my lights on, my rent paid, and my recovery on track.

Please help me stay off the streets. Every dollar keeps hope alive.