Since I was a little boy, I always wanted to be a servant to the people; I wanted to make their days bright and sunny. So, when I graduated and enrolled in college, I was thrilled. Sadly, tragedy struck when my mother was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis: a case that progressed into a stage doctors couldn’t explain. Her body worsened and worsened until she passed away.
My life changed for the worse: I moved with my father to Houston to get “a fresh start;” that didn’t go as planned. It was hard to land a decent job and the community is more than shady around these parts. After being scammed out of thousands of dollars and taken advantage of on numerous accounts, even by those that claimed to “love” me, I’m now in dire straits. My car was repossessed, I have no way to get to work, and I’m at wit’s end. Before you ask about my father: my relationship with the person that claims to be “my father” was never healthy; the only reason he decided to give me a “fresh start” was due to guilt. My parents divorced when I was younger, and it was admitted to me that he “stepped in” because he “felt bad”. Thinking back on what he said, I tried contacting him – believing he would keep his word to “help me” whenever he could, but his responses are cruel and his behavior is almost vacant – as if he’s not even there.
My life has seen the best and worst of times – the latter more often than not. I am, however, proud of my accomplishments: I graduated high school, got a decent job, had a car (with a car note I could barely afford), got an apartment, and have gone much further in life than I thought I would [on my own]. Unfortunately, the way life is going now, these things and more feel like burdens more than anything else. I’m neck-deep in student loan debt, have even more debts due to payday loans and expenses, my fridge is empty, I live alone, and I’ve been the victim of fraud more times than I can remember. For several years, due to debts, I was unable to receive my federal tax refund. I was surprised to receive it 2 years ago; I was able to purchase a car… around the time my father told me he was moving, and wasn’t going to let me move with him. He wanted me to “go out there and get it”: his odd way of saying “take care of yourself,” which I didn’t mind. Actually, I wanted to do it, and I still do. It’s nice being independent, but… it’s difficult when life starts throwing you curveballs. I have many bruises, so trust me, I know.
Wonderful people I’ve grown to LOVE serving, I humbly request emergency funds, and I promise to pay it forward.