Help Frank Get Back On His Feet

Hi. My name is Frank, but most people just call me Frank. I’ve been a bouncer and protector for a few decades. I’ve helped in situations from breaking up a fight in second grade that ended in me getting beaten up, but the twins I was helping got away; to saving the life of a guy who fell into the rail pit at Boston's North Station in 1998. I've stopped hundreds of fights, multiple sexual assaults, and several stabbings. I can't count the number of violent crimes I've prevented, including preventing a shooting in Boston, and scaring off a pair of armed robbers in Portland. I raised money for friends in need. I have sheltered people in my home who were fleeing an abusive partner. I've really tried to live up to the standard my parents set for me.

…but when COVID hit, a combination of physical health, mental health, and living situation issues kept piling up and I got into pretty bad shape. My weight got to around 650 pounds, and I got to where I couldn't walk without canes. I spent all of last year helping my mom through some serious health problems, and midway through the year, my roommate had a massive stroke, then died in a nursing home. Between that and the near total isolation of my living situation, I hit my breaking point last November 18th. My rock bottom was a suicide attempt.

After that, I have worked really hard doing therapy over the phone for my mental health. On the physical side, I’ve been trying to build strength while losing fat which is a serious challenge, but I was making good progress despite the depression trying to drag me down. I spent this year rebuilding myself, and was hoping to be back to work by this holiday season.

Two weeks ago, I injured my left knee, and now I have a 6-8 week recovery time. This setback puts my financial situation into a very bad place. I have spent my entire life helping people, often at a serious cost to me physically, emotionally, financially, or a combination of those. I enjoy helping people, and the hits I take in doing so are simply a cost of trying to do the right thing. I have no regrets about those consequences, because my place in the world is to take the hits so that people who are better than me don't have to. I really hate asking for help. Unfortunately, I need to ask for help now. My elderly disabled veteran mother is the only family that I can ask to help me with some costs, so I really need to raise money to cover my bills for the next couple months.

I’ve ramped up my diet plan, and am exercising in every way I can without straining my knee. I am following a very strict regimen to rehab my knee, as well. I really want to get back to work, so I can get back to helping people. …but I just need some help to get there. Please, anything you can give will be deeply appreciated.

Thank you so much,

Frank

a.k.a.: The Delicate Little Butterfly

a.k.a.: Foo

a.k.a.: Big Frankie C

a.k.a.: Ogre

a.k.a.: Frizzank

P.S.: I know times are tight for everyone, so if you can't donate, I totally understand. If you're comfortable, could I ask you to repost the link to your socials? Again, if you aren't comfortable doing that, I completely understand, and love you all the same.