Let's Help Jamie Find A Safe Place To Call Home

I'm 21, Sleeping on Concrete, But I Haven't Given Up

I lost my mom when I was ten, and I've been struggling to find solid ground ever since. Right now, I'm sleeping on concrete while my grandfather lives in his car. Someone even stole my only mattress and honestly, I wasn't angry. I just accepted it, because that's all I know how to do anymore.

But I'm not just surviving I'm still hoping. I miss my brothers. I dream about chicken sandwiches and simple comforts. Most of all, I want to make my family proud again.

I need help getting into a safe apartment and back on my feet. If you can donate anything, you'd be giving me more than shelter you'd be showing me I'm not forgotten. That I matter. That it's not too late to rebuild.

Thank you for seeing me.