unfortunately, the loss of loved ones has been a common theme that has plagued my life. So much so one of my earliest memory was finding my father after he suffered a massive heart attack and trying my best with the seemingly impossible task of turning him on his side on a water bed to keep him from suffocating on his vomit. he died later on that night at the hospital despite the doctor's best efforts. this event along with my grandpa passing on my mom's side earlier that year would lead to me losing my mother just in a different way. She suffered a back injury when trying to help me move my dying father from the bed and was prescribed painkillers. which she soon abused. It went from bad to worse quicker than you can imagine starting with her every night passing out face-first into her dinner plate where she would have suffocated if we let her. she soon started to dabble with illegal drugs and from there she lost complete control. where driving somewhere was never a straight shot she would have to pull over to do coke in front of me in order to keep driving to our destination. which soon progress to taking me in the middle of the night to wait in the car for hours at a time to sell herself for drugs. then soon from there, she would just be gone for days leaving me alone at home. it was really bad I often had nothing to eat and a couple of times became very ill where I couldn't stop vomiting and later could barely breathe. luckily my neighbor came knocking on the door and found me and got ahold of my mom because I needed to go to the hospital. after about a year of this taken place, it was my last week of school in 4thgrade, I was picked up by a social worker that took me to a police car out in front of the school and placed me in the backseat and as she sat next to me explaining the situation the officer drove us to orangewood. where I spend a few months and a then couple of years in foster care I eventually was adopted by my uncle. it wasn't perfect but he did his best and unfortunately for my mother, she never could get better and passed away from a lethal drug interaction when I was only 16. I'm forever grateful for my uncle stepping up but our time too became short-lived and at the age of 18 with working just one week of my first job ever he suffered a heart attack and died a week later at the hospital. some time has passed and I've lost the last of my family with grandmother recently passing and now the only good thing I have left from all the misfortune I've endured is a chance to keep my childhood home but it has back taxes going 5 years back and its been severely neglected that the kitchen does not have a working sink the whole house is falling apart. I've lost my job to this pandemic and getting food every day is an obstacle right now so to be able to pay the taxes and repairs is just not possible and this home is all I have left it a chance to have stability for once and a chance to start my own family I really just want a shot at happiness. please if you could donate to help me get a chance at happiness and to keep and turn my childhood home around thank you very much.