A Plea for Survival, Dignity, and Compassion
I’m Philip, a disabled man fighting to survive in poverty. I am not begging out of choice. I’m begging because it’s the only path left to stay alive. Every day is a battle: my body is in constant pain, I am hungry, exhausted, and overwhelmed. I don’t sleep well, I don’t have access to proper healthcare, and I struggle with tasks many take for granted—like standing, bathing, cleaning, or simply thinking clearly through the fog of suffering.
I need $1,500 each month just to live. Right now, I’m $1,500 short, again. That money would allow me to buy food, keep a roof over my head, access basic hygiene, and maybe just maybe reduce some of the agony of existence. Your compassionate monthly support could save a life, mine.
To live this way is to endure a relentless, invisible war. There are days I cannot move, nights I cannot rest, and hours I cannot see or think straight. People judge what they cannot see. They dismiss what they don't understand. But disability in poverty isn’t just hardship, it’s isolation, exhaustion, and despair layered on top of each other until there's no air left to breathe.
Despite it all, I dream of more than surviving. I dream of building a home. Not just for me, but for others like me. I dream of transforming this pain into purpose. But for now, I need help to make it through this month, and the next, and the next.
Please help by donating:
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Even $5, $10, $15 helps. Your compassion matters more than you know. Help me reclaim dignity. Help me fight for life.
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I'm getting very close to reaching my goal 
2 by 2 and back again 
I appreciate all the help from kind souls.