Hi, my name is Austin. The man in the photos is my father. My father is the kindest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. He’s generous, funny, caring, and always willing to lend a hand however he can. When I was growing up, he taught me the values of compassion, self respect, and duty. He works every single day without a break and has done that for decades. At some time, that seems like a million years ago, he was married to my mother. Their marriage, tragically, ended in divorce. After they separated I was only allowed to visit my father “every other weekend.” This happened so close to the beginning of my life that I literally have no memories of them being together. I was so excited to see him every time. We would go fishing, go to trade-day, and out to eat. He would sometimes take me to work shoveling gravel just to instill the ethics and understanding of a hard day’s labor in me. Even though we only had a small amount of time together, it was perfect. Life was as it should be, and those were some of the fondest memories I have even to this day.
Unfortunately my father came to America as an illegal alien when he was a young man. He came in search of a better life than what he could make possible in his home country. He came here, worked like a madman, paid taxes, got married, and started a family. When an immigrant marries and American Citizen they are supposed to be given U.S. Citizenship. If an immigrant has a child, they are supposed to be given citizenship. If an immigrant spends at least 5 years in the U.S., They are supposed to be given citizenship. So not once, but THREE times was he supposed to be given citizenship.
His boss, knew he was an illegal and used his lack of citizenship as blackmail for cheap labor from my father. He had him renovate a house and he allowed him to live there rent free and without a lease. His boss was also into illegal and shady business. He tried to get my father to engage in criminal behavior on his behalf and when my father didn’t want to play ball he called the cops on him. He claimed he was a squatter and he was promptly arrested. When he was arrested he had a box cutter on his person. The police charged him with trespassing and carrying a concealed weapon. In the jurisdiction in which he was arrested it is legal to carry a boxcutter. This charge however, has him flagged as being potentially dangerous. He was deported despite being eligible for citizenship.
Since that time I have only seen my father in person once. I flew to his country to see how he lives. His conditions are utterly heartbreaking. He lives in a slum to put it as eloquently as I can. Crime is rampant, people are constantly going missing, there are people openly smoking meth in the streets, people are always stealing from him. It’s horrible. He’s all alone, with no friends, no family, and no way out. Since he wasn’t able to attend college in the U.S., he has no higher education or skills that can help him generate any substantial amount of wealth to find a better situation. He also does not earn enough money to be able to attend college and live his life. He barely makes enough money to be able to eat with how awful the conditions and pay are. When he gets old enough so that he can’t work, he will most likely die in a ditch somewhere as a homeless old man.
Since I came back from that visit with him, I’ve never stopped thinking about him. There are many potential futures. There is the future where he dies alone, as an old man in a ditch and there is one in which he is reunited with his family. When I saw his life, I made a vow to one day bring him back. I WILL return him. I would never be able to forgive myself if I reached my final breath without seeing this through.
So please, to anyone out there, if you are reading this, just know that you can help. It could be several thousand dollars to hire an attorney, work his case, and apply for his citizenship, but every little bit counts. If you’re reading this, please send what you can. If you know anyone that has had their family ripped apart by the world, you’ll know the pain of losing someone. You can help alleviate some of the suffering in the world by giving back. My family and I would be eternally grateful if you could help us.
If you send:
$10 I will send you a personalized Thank you E-mail
$50 I will invite you to a discord server where I will post regular updates on his status
$100 I will send you personalized thank you video
$1,000 I will invite you to a discord server where I will post regular updates on his status
$2,500 I will have a one hour conversation with you
$5,000 I will have a two hour conversation with you.
$10,000 I’ll begin contacting lawyers
$20,000 I will live stream surprising my dad in person and tell him what we’re doing
https://paypal.me/NehemiahJuan?locale.x=en_US
