I am 57 years old, and my life has been a journey of resilience and perseverance. Ten years ago, I immigrated to the United States from Hungary with my family, determined to build a better future. However, our path was far from easy. Shortly after arriving, my wife and I faced one of our most difficult battles—our son suffered vaccine-related complications and was diagnosed with autism. We dedicated all our resources to his recovery, and thanks to years of effort, he is now a healthy and intelligent 16-year-old—a true miracle.

Three years ago, my own health took a devastating turn when I contracted COVID. While I survived, my lungs never fully recovered. Having been a former smoker, I developed severe asthma, which worsened over time. Breathing has become a daily struggle.

For the past two years, I have been working away from home, commuting two hours each day while living in an RV, just to make ends meet. The strain took a toll on my marriage, and last year, my wife decided to end our relationship. Three months ago, I moved out and stayed with a friend, but soon after, my health deteriorated drastically. I developed pneumonia, but fearing medical costs, I avoided seeking help until I was unable to move due to oxygen deprivation. An ambulance eventually rushed me to the hospital, where doctors told me I shouldn’t have survived. My lungs were failing, and even speaking was exhausting what little oxygen I had left.

I spent over a week in the ICU, relying on high doses of medication and 40 liters of oxygen per minute just to stay alive. When I was finally discharged, I had nowhere to go. My friend, overwhelmed by seeing me in such critical condition, was unable to take me back. Eventually, my ex-wife allowed me to stay in my former home, though she and my son moved out.

Recovery has been incredibly difficult. I have been too weak to move, battling fever, memory loss, and episodes where I couldn’t even speak. With no steady access to food, I rely on friends to bring me meals when they can. Sleeping on the couch is my only option, as I am too weak to climb the stairs.

Financially, the situation is dire. I lost my job and have no income, yet I still have to cover mortgage payments, school fees for my son, car expenses, and mounting credit card debt—totaling $6,000 to $7,000 per month. With no certainty of when I can work again, the future feels overwhelming.

Once I recover, I will need to rebuild my life from the ground up—finding a job, securing stable housing, and regaining my health. Until then, I continue to take full responsibility for my son and support my ex-wife as much as I can. After 30 years together, she has always been there for me, and I will not turn my back on her now.

Today, I am asking for your support. Any help you can provide—whether financial assistance, sharing my story, or words of encouragement—will make a difference. Your generosity will not only help me recover but will also give me the chance to rebuild my life.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for any support you can offer.