I moved to Dayton, Ohio about 5 years ago. A year of that I served in prison for a assault on a police officer (well, two and I’m not proud). This is the house I have rented since I’ve been here. It’s home. It caught fire almost two years ago and still being repaired. Dayton is birthplace of aviation and also one of the party capitals of the world. I was fresh out of a 11 year relationship with a man that did the last five of that 11 years ended up getting my cousin pregnant. In case you’re wondering yeah I was the fool that stuck with him faithfully while he did his time. That’s not a problem just a motivation so I needed a change away from people we knew. The birthplace of aviation was also my startover. “In order to fly we must drop the all the deadweight” the deadweight” in my case the deadweight obviously being the ex. That was a blessing. I got out of prison and stepped into a real life what the fuck. I was only gone a year but everything was weird. About 4 months after my release, my house caught fire thanks to some debris inside the wall irritating the old school wiring. So here I am with my start over and don’t get me wrong, I get by with food. I still work and still even own my own online store and most of my products are handmade crafts but I’m a one woman show and it almost doesn’t get it. For now, I’m rent free because well, yeah. Im not being petty and had I not heard it from someone on the radio I wouldn’t even probably notice, of all the family, friends and strangers I’ve helped not one has even offered any type of help. The fact nobody has even asked how I am seriously pains me. My situation is not private. My mom raised me to always be helpful and not to expect anything. Random acts of kindness does something to our being. She was the same way, always helping someone, anyone. Especially those that were labeled the “outcasts/forgotten/unloved”.It was important to her to make everyone aware of their importance. While all that is true, ironically I live in my garage or truck. This entire time. I shower at truck stops or parks and if I have the money I’ll rent a room for a night. The insurance including my rental insurance only covered $8,000 in damages. Praise god that so many showed up but it was a living room fire that got the attention of 8 firetrucks. Some were from the next town. They did more damage to the house than the fire and as of now it has walls, rooms, the inside is ALMOST done. My landlord and I both have forked over out of pocket money to finish repairs. We have went thru 3 contractors. The first spent 5 months getting drunk and not working. He put the first floor windows in backwards.l among other things. The others, two different companies. One is volunteer and the one being paid shows up whenever. We have roughly $2900 left in repairs to get done that is max top. That’s doors, wiring, and a new front room floor. I’ve discussed it with my family members I have left=my kids the “free” contractors. They’re 16 and over with school and jobs. But still do what they can. And also agreed if they could just get the supplies they’d finish it all in less than a week. Wiring is a certified contractor (yeah all these differed people). To be honest this has been an experience that has been bitter sweet. And in case you’re wondering I haven’t been in any type of criminal trouble since my release. I owe no court fines, no fees, no probation. It’s a success for me. Usually I used almost welcome some damage to enter my life to have a reason to party and fight. Always fighting. Least I got hands and I can take an beat down too. Literally and metaphorically speaking. During all this and avoiding Covid, I’ve been blessed that I haven’t caught it that whole time and even with this new “strain”. This past June (2021) I lost my dad when I didn’t have to. Have you ever got so wrapped up in life bs you’re dumb to the rest of the world? My dad had lung problems, was hospitalized a month, then sent home to wait on a lung donor. There was talk of a chance he could die he knew that-but didn’t go home TO die. He was lied to. He needed a machine to breathe and my sister made it sound so complicated like it was expensive and rare. They did have him on oxygen at home. So I figured he was still waiting it out. Hospice was there. He was on whatever drug they had him on and oxygen. He died 2 days later. After his passing I found out all he needed was a c-pap and my sister signed a dnr (do not resuscitate) while he was sleeping at the hospital. He didn’t know that. We have no way to prove any of it so-my dad was suffocated til he died. So sick. Here’s the cherry: five months later somewhere about noon in her sleep my mother passed away unexpectedly. Coroner said her heart stopped and she quit breathing. She died of a broken heart I say. Oh, they had been split up for over 30 years but we’re still good with each other as parents/grandparents. My mom lived somewhere other than him and if weren’t for her talking about things with my dads passing I’d probably be dumbfounded still. Sorry for the book but I figure why not put it out there if I’m asking for money? Do you all really care for a reason or pick a random name? Lol. I don’t know how this works at all. I know I might sound crazy as hell to some maybe all, but I don’t think I know very many that would be still standing. I keep to myself and when I talk to my kids, I keep a strong mom image. I’ve lost trust in trust lol. This is heavy. I stood strong even thru my dad passing but my moms was the feather on the jenga tower. I just want help to finish my home once and for all. The full amount is a guesstimate less is fine anything is fine. One cent a person. I just need a break and I want in my home and when it’s done I’m definitely doing a screaming crying fit and it’s long overdue and I’m taking a extra hot shower for however long til the hot water is gone. And then I’m gonna move on to living again. My store is strangely successful from starting from nothing. My income before taxes is still less than minimum wage. All those felon released from prison programs are a crock of shit. It’s a hustle for someone though so I’m not hatin, but damn.