We never imagined our lives would change like this.
Our family lost everything—not over time, but all at once. While we were trying to survive one of the hardest chapters of our lives, our landlord threw everything we owned out of our apartment instead of putting it into storage. Furniture, clothes, memories, keepsakes from our daughter’s childhood—gone forever.
I am a husband and a father, and I’m also fighting stage 4 cancer. Between treatments, appointments, and the physical toll of being sick, I fell behind on rent. Not because we didn’t care—but because we were trying to stay alive. I never imagined that would cost us our entire home.
Today, my wife, our beautiful 7-year-old daughter, and I are living in a family shelter. We arrived with only three bags of clothes—one bag each. That’s all we have left in the world.
Every day, we’re doing our best to stay strong for our daughter, to keep her feeling safe and loved despite the uncertainty around us. But the truth is, we need help. We need basic necessities—clothes, hygiene items, everyday essentials—and any support that can help us rebuild from nothing.
We are not sharing this for sympathy. We are sharing because we are human, because we are hurting, and because sometimes families need help to get back on their feet.
If you’re able to help in any way at all, whether through donations, supplies, or simply sharing our story, it would mean more than words can express. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you for seeing us.
We’re holding on to hope—one kind heart at a time.
