MY MISSION

I grew up poor. One of our houses was condemned after we moved out—black mold bloomed along the walls and you knew not to walk on some parts of the floor because they were soft after repeatedly being flooded by the low lying basin it was located in. I literally played in a Dump. And more than once I got the impression that without little bits of financial help my both of my grandparents we would have ended up like so many homeless in our city. Living out of motels and cars, trying desperately to make ends meet while the devastating mental effects of shame and depression pull you further under water.

A few churches helped me as I grew up. I remember getting a bag of Christmas presents one year and distinctly recall my parents being gracious but terribly embarrassed. Sometimes I would stay at a woman’s house after school so she could take me to church. Looking back now, as an adult, I can see she was giving both my parents and I a break. Helping in a way that isn’t monetary at all. (Likely because she didn’t have a lot of extra herself)

My life is dotted with these little moments. Regular people reaching out to show me love. The village stepping up to take care of a lost child. People living the What Would Jesus Do lifestyle. I am forever grateful that those people reached out their hand without the expectation of getting anything back. They shaped my morality just as much as any words written in a Bible.

I consider myself Agnostic now—much more aligned with indigenous and pagan ideas—that The Divine is in all things with Life and the Earth we have a responsibility to be stewards of. And taking care of people is still a foundational pillar in that belief.

I see so many people in that same spot my parents were in. Treading water. Not everyone has a couple of grandparents to bail them out of big set backs. Not everyone has a support system.

I want to be a part of a support system again.

…but not one that asks for anything in return.

I want to be able to help people. Whether that be a video online to show they aren’t alone or a place to escape the rough edges of life through crafting or small donations of cash to help pay for a car repair. That’s what this is about.