Here is an account of what my family has and is still going through.
My name is Philip Sr, and I want to share the series of events that has led me to this desperate plea for help. It involves my family—Brittany, Philip Jr., David, our beloved dog Rascal, and myself. We were staying at the Red Lion Hotel in Grants Pass, Oregon.
It was around 10 pm when Brittany and I took Rascal out for a walk. Our two-year-old son David tagged along, while Philip Jr., our six-year-old, stayed back in the room, fast asleep. As we were chatting, suddenly David walked up to me, holding a container and some small blue pills. My heart sank as I realized what they might be.
In a panic, I grabbed David, asking if he had eaten any of them. He shook his head, but as his father, I knew his signals. Brittany was beside herself with worry, and I tried to reassure her as we rushed back to the room to get Philip and head to the hospital.
The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, my heart pounding with fear. I clutched onto the pills David had handed me, knowing they held crucial evidence. When we arrived, I handed them over to the nurse, all the while David showing signs of an overdose. The pills were identified as oxycodone 5mg, and they immediately administered Narcan.
We recounted the terrifying incident to the medical staff and then again to the police who arrived. They searched our room and car, finding nothing. I cooperated fully, even providing a urine sample.
David was transferred to another hospital in Medford, a different county altogether. There, David's urine test came back positive for fentanyl. Within half an hour, CPS was at our doorstep, and our nightmare began. They said that I was an unfit parent to allow my son to come into contact with a controlled substance. I could not believe my ears.
Brittany and I, both recovering addicts, were torn apart. Despite my twelve years of sobriety and Brittany's two and a half, our pasts were used against us to justify taking our boys away. It's been a long, hard road to overcome my past involvement with drugs and prison, but I fought tooth and nail to turn my life around for my family, only to have it all ripped away by this injustice.
Now, I'm facing the heartbreaking decision to leave behind everything—my job, our home, our community—to comply with CPS's demands.
I've exhausted every resource to fight for my boys, selling off our belongings to afford legal representation. But the system feels rigged against me. Now, I find myself financially depleted, on the brink of homelessness, and desperate for a solution.
That's why I'm reaching out for help. I need a trailer or RV to provide a stable home for my family in Medford. Any assistance, whether it's a donation of money, an R.V. or Trailer with the means to move it or even just guidance, would mean the world to us. All I want is to reunite with my boys and give them the life they deserve.
Thank you for taking the time to listen to my story. Your support could make all the difference in the world.
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March 04, 2024
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Dear Friends,
I’m reaching out today with a story that’s both personal and urgent. My journey has been challenging, marked by a struggle with Child Protective Services (CPS) that I never imagined I’d face. Wrongly accused and fighting tirelessly to prove my love and capability as a father, I’ve found myself at a critical juncture. The chance to bring my children back home hinges on a simple yet profound requirement: providing a stable living environment for us to be reunited.In Medford, Oregon, where we are being relocated, the housing crisis has hit hard. Traditional homes are scarce, but I’ve found a glimmer of hope in an unconventional solution—an RV or trailer. This isn’t just about wheels on a road; it’s about creating a safe, loving space where my children and I can rebuild our lives together.Securing an RV means more than just a place to sleep. It represents a fresh start, a place where my children can feel secure and loved, where we can share meals, laughter, and dreams. It’s where I can tuck them in at night, reassuring them that they’re safe and together with their dad, where we belong.I’m turning to you, our community, because this fight to reunite my family has stretched my resources thin. Between legal battles to clear my name and the logistics of starting anew, every little bit of support means the world to us.Your donation could help us turn the key on an RV that will become our home, a beacon of hope on our journey back to each other. But it’s more than that—it’s a chance for you to be part of a story of resilience, of a father’s unwavering love for his children, and of a family coming back together against the odds.Thank you for considering our plea. Your support not only helps us find a home but also sends a powerful message of faith in the power of family and community.
With gratitude,
Philip V. Derys Sr.
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Here is an account of what my family has and is still going through.
My name is Philip Sr, and I want to share the series of events that has led me to this desperate plea for help. It involves my family—Brittany, Philip Jr., David, our beloved dog Rascal, and myself. We were staying at the Red Lion Hotel in Grants Pass, Oregon.
It was around 10 pm when Brittany and I took Rascal out for a walk. Our two-year-old son David tagged along, while Philip Jr., our six-year-old, stayed back in the room, fast asleep. As we were chatting, suddenly David walked up to me, holding a container and some small blue pills. My heart sank as I realized what they might be.
In a panic, I grabbed David, asking if he had eaten any of them. He shook his head, but as his father, I knew his signals. Brittany was beside herself with worry, and I tried to reassure her as we rushed back to the room to get Philip and head to the hospital.
The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, my heart pounding with fear. I clutched onto the pills David had handed me, knowing they held crucial evidence. When we arrived, I handed them over to the nurse, all the while David showing signs of an overdose. The pills were identified as oxycodone 5mg, and they immediately administered Narcan.
We recounted the terrifying incident to the medical staff and then again to the police who arrived. They searched our room and car, finding nothing. I cooperated fully, even providing a urine sample.
David was transferred to another hospital in Medford, a different county altogether. There, David's urine test came back positive for fentanyl. Within half an hour, CPS was at our doorstep, and our nightmare began. They said that I was an unfit parent to allow my son to come into contact with a controlled substance. I could not believe my ears.
Brittany and I, both recovering addicts, were torn apart. Despite my twelve years of sobriety and Brittany's two and a half, our pasts were used against us to justify taking our boys away. It's been a long, hard road to overcome my past involvement with drugs and prison, but I fought tooth and nail to turn my life around for my family, only to have it all ripped away by this injustice.
Now, I'm facing the heartbreaking decision to leave behind everything—my job, our home, our community—to comply with CPS's demands.
I've exhausted every resource to fight for my boys, selling off our belongings to afford legal representation. But the system feels rigged against me. Now, I find myself financially depleted, on the brink of homelessness, and desperate for a solution.
That's why I'm reaching out for help. I need a trailer or RV to provide a stable home for my family in Medford. Any assistance, whether it's a donation of money, an R.V. or Trailer with the means to move it or even just guidance, would mean the world to us. All I want is to reunite with my boys and give them the life they deserve.
Thank you for taking the time to listen to my story. Your support could make all the difference in the world.
Fundraiser Updates (1)
March 04, 2024
Philip Dery
Dear Friends,
I’m reaching out today with a story that’s both personal and urgent. My journey has been challenging, marked by a struggle with Child Protective Services (CPS) that I never imagined I’d face. Wrongly accused and fighting tirelessly to prove my love and capability as a father, I’ve found myself at a critical juncture. The chance to bring my children back home hinges on a simple yet profound requirement: providing a stable living environment for us to be reunited.In Medford, Oregon, where we are being relocated, the housing crisis has hit hard. Traditional homes are scarce, but I’ve found a glimmer of hope in an unconventional solution—an RV or trailer. This isn’t just about wheels on a road; it’s about creating a safe, loving space where my children and I can rebuild our lives together.Securing an RV means more than just a place to sleep. It represents a fresh start, a place where my children can feel secure and loved, where we can share meals, laughter, and dreams. It’s where I can tuck them in at night, reassuring them that they’re safe and together with their dad, where we belong.I’m turning to you, our community, because this fight to reunite my family has stretched my resources thin. Between legal battles to clear my name and the logistics of starting anew, every little bit of support means the world to us.Your donation could help us turn the key on an RV that will become our home, a beacon of hope on our journey back to each other. But it’s more than that—it’s a chance for you to be part of a story of resilience, of a father’s unwavering love for his children, and of a family coming back together against the odds.Thank you for considering our plea. Your support not only helps us find a home but also sends a powerful message of faith in the power of family and community.
With gratitude,
Philip V. Derys Sr.
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Philip Dery is the organizer of this fundraiser
