My name is Robert, and at 56 years old, I find myself standing at a crossroads that no amount of hard work seemed able to prevent. I am an African American man living in Dallas, a father who has poured his life into his children, and a full-time worker who currently calls the streets my home. I am sharing my story not out of defeat, but with the hope that resilience and a lifetime of labor still hold value in this world. Life has tested my resolve in ways that are difficult to put into words. I have faced the ultimate heartbreak: the premature death of one of my sons. In the wake of that tragedy, I did not fold; instead, I fought to ensure his brothers had the future he was denied. I am proud to say I successfully put two of my other sons through college, ensuring they had the tools to build lives of their own. However, the weight of these battles has recently become nearly impossible to carry alone. I recently lost my primary support system—the person who was my rock and my encouragement—to an unexpected and premature death. Their passing didn't just leave a hole in my heart; it removed the safety net that kept me tethered. Today, despite working a full-time job every day, I am homeless. The greatest barrier to my stability right now is reliable transportation. In a city as sprawling as Dallas, a vehicle is more than a luxury; it is a lifeline. It is the bridge between the job I have and the housing I am fighting to secure. Without it, the cycle of homelessness becomes a trap that even the hardest worker cannot escape. I am asking for your help to get back on my feet. Any contribution toward securing a reliable vehicle and transitioning into a stable living situation will change the trajectory of my life. I have spent my life building up others; now, I am humbly asking for the community to help build me back up. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your kindness is a blessing I do not take for granted. God bless you.