My name is Paul and I’m 58 years old. I have COPD and I’m disabled. My girlfriend and I were renting a trailer and told that we had it as long as we wanted it. Two and half months later, the trailer was sold, and we weren’t aware of it till 5 young guys in their 20s said leave now or we throw you out. So we had to walk 8 miles to my brother’s house. We went to get my things, and they were already moving in and destroying our stuff. They sold my riding mower that I had just bought. I lost all my clothes everything.

We had to move into a tent in the hills. I got to where I couldn’t breath because of a lot of moisture in the air. I can’t cook and still haven’t got anything. This life is so hard. I just sometimes hope I don’t wake up because of hunger and pain. Coughing my lungs up, I can’t breath and have no one to turn to. Most of time I want to give up and die. It would stop the pain. I don’t mean to sound like a cry baby, but I don’t know where to turn anymore. Sorry to put this on you. Thanks for listening.