A Hand Up, Not a Handout
I’ve always believed in working hard for what I have. As an LVN, I work 12-hour shifts caring for people during some of the most difficult and vulnerable moments of their lives. I help patients recover, regain their strength, and move forward through acute rehabilitation. It’s work I’m proud of, and I truly love helping people.
Like many working Americans, though, I’ve reached a point where working hard doesn’t seem to stretch as far as it once did. The cost of housing, groceries, insurance, utilities, and everyday necessities continues to rise, while pay increases often don’t come close to keeping up with the cost of living. A 50-cent raise after an entire year simply doesn’t go very far when everything around you keeps getting more expensive.
One of my biggest dreams is to have a home of my own—a place I can call mine, feel secure in, and know that all the long shifts and sacrifices were worth it. Lately, that dream has started to feel farther away, and that’s difficult to admit.
So I’m reaching out—not because I don’t want to work, and not because I expect anyone to owe me anything. I’m asking for a hand up, not a handout. If there are people who are willing to help, share resources, offer opportunities, or contribute toward helping me reach this goal, I would be incredibly grateful.
Every bit of encouragement, support, or assistance would mean more than I can put into words.
I’m still working. I’m still showing up. I’m still caring for others. And I’m still believing that, with a little help and a lot of determination, owning a home can become a reality.
Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. ❤️
