I never thought I'd be asking for help, but here I am. I was robbed here in New York City, and it left me with nothing. No money, no food, and worst of all, the holidays are approaching and I have no idea how I'm going to provide for my son and myself.

The reality of my situation hits hardest when I think about him. He deserves to have food on the table and to feel secure, especially during the holidays when families are supposed to come together. Instead, I'm terrified about how I'm going to make it through the next few weeks.

I'm reaching out because I'm desperate and because I believe in the kindness of people. If you're able to help my son and me get through this difficult time, it would mean everything. Even a small contribution could help us get groceries, keep a roof over our heads, and face the holidays with a little less fear.

Thank you for considering us. Your compassion during this dark time could be the difference between my son and me going without, and having what we need to survive and stay together. I Took This By My House & It Reminds Me Of Brighter Days….