Let Us Get John Off The Streets Today

I Believe My Late Mother Sent Them To Help Me

I spend my days stripping copper wire in empty parking lots, trying to earn enough for food. Recently, my tent was stolen, leaving me to sleep on cold concrete but honestly, I never think much about my own struggles. I use whatever little I have to feed the others at our camp first. That's just what you do.

When they came back with a new tent and water, I couldn't hold it together. This wasn't just kindness from strangers. I felt my mother there. I lost her to lung cancer years ago, and in that moment, I knew she'd sent them to make sure I was okay.

I don't ask for much, but if you can spare anything to help me find a safe place to stay and get back on my feet, I'd be forever grateful. It would mean my mother's love is still reaching me, even now.