Help Dwight!

Hi. My name is Dwight and I’m scared.

About two years, I joined a residential recovery program in Bridgeport, CT. I was found on a park bench because I didn’t want my daughter to see me get drunk. The program that I so desperately needed was 9-months long, and in that time, my wife and daughter became homeless.

Eventually, through many, many trials, I became clean and through the grace of God, my family was supported by friends and churches. They helped us get an apartment and live together. I’ve been working near my job and I take a scooter to work every day. My wife takes an Uber back and forth to work at a cost of $50 per day. My daughter is driven to school by her grandfather. We have no car.

Two months ago, I started feeling sick. I was diagnosed with Stage 4 throat cancer. I’m currently getting chemotherapy and radiation. I miss a lot of work but I force myself to go in even though the pain is excruciating. I resist taking Oxycodone because I am an addict and I’m scared. I don’t want my daughter to face homelessness again. We are living hand to mouth and have no money in reserve. I’m scared for the rent due on May 1st. I’m scared about the utilities, rent and transportation. I would love to focus on my healing and not on money. I’m so afraid to rest and stay home from work.

Initially, I’m starting with 12 weeks of treatment and I finished my first four weeks.

Sometimes I cry out to God, “why me?” I live daily with the gut-wrenching fear that I can't provide for my daughter.

Please donate if you are able so I can relax and rest a little and get my life back in order. God willing.