Hi, my name is Valencia I’m 52 years old, and right now, I’m living in a shipping container.

This year has been the hardest of my life. I lost my mom in February, and since then, everything has fallen apart. I’ve been trying to stay strong, but it’s been a daily struggle just to get by.

I’m not someone who likes to ask for help, but I’m tired of living like this. I just want a safe place to call home — somewhere warm, where I can start over and heal.

I’ve been saving up on my own. Anything you can give, to help with the deposit on a apartment even a few dollars or a share, would mean more to me than I can say. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this.

Hello I’m a mother of 7. We usually do well on our own, but I lost my job in the middle of the year and we’ve been struggling since. I received possession eviction a few days ago, and I have until January 2nd to move my property out. I haven’t been able to find a job, I just need some help. Life is currently a mess and I don’t know where to turn, but I’ll be using the money to help with a few emergencies like finding a new place and expenses like groceries to feed my family while I try to get a job and try to find the next steps to restore our life.

Hello and blessings to everyone reading this,

I am a 33 year old woman with 2 children who are five and one. I away from my family and closest friends at the moment. My support is God and the powerful prayers of a God fearing mother. My oldest has a diagnosis of Down Syndrome, she is fortunately blessed with great health and she attends various therapies to help strengthen her skills. I’ve always been dependent on myself when it came to tough situations. After having my daughter I realized real strength is in community.

Recently their father and I got into a domestic dispute that led to me having to be hospitalized and eventually losing my job. Prior to this incident he only assisted with paying half of our son’s daycare and since then has opted out of doing that. The bills are already behind, my car (blessed to have it) is needing some TLC and I’m honestly barely holding it all together. I’ve been doing this thing called life for a while on my own and with children added into the mix has been physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausting. I truly just need some help. A leg up, something and I know from there myself and my children will be more than alright. I’ve survived this long, we deserve to thrive.