Hello again everyone. So…I really hate that I’m making this post. My wife and I moved here today. We were so excited to start this new chapter of our lives, to make new friends and have new experiences. I didn’t really want to explain this backstory, I wanted to start fresh, but I really don’t know what else to do, and so many of you were kind to us and now we have nothing but a shot in the dark. So here we go. I’m a paramedic. I love what I do. And I love my wife. She’s is quite literally perfection incarnate and all I want is her happiness. I’ve been a paramedic for 2 years. Before that, it took another 2 years to get to be a paramedic. Graduated top of my class, I made her proud, but it was the hardest thing (at the time) that I’ve ever done. My car broke 2 months into the 16 month program and I couldn’t afford to get it fixed. So I walked everywhere because I didn’t want to quit. I wanted her proud. 9 miles to and from, 12 hour days, 6.5k elevation, 60lb backpack ect. But I did it! I got my patch. Then, we moved to Louisiana. This move was meant to be a new chapter but it turned out to be the most difficult part of my life. In an effort to let my wife work on herself, I supported us and our pup on 72-96hrs a week. (Three or four 24hr shifts per week). It was hard, a steep learning curve and there was a lot of blood, trauma and death. But it was so rewarding to be able to make her proud. To be that provider she didn’t have. There was so much good in it too. Holding a stroke patients hand all the way to the hospital, who was so afraid, but I was able to make her smile. Being able to bring life into the world. Not having to use sedations on psych patients I treated them like a human and listened when that’s all they wanted. I felt..complete. Always learning and growing, I felt like I was doing good with my life. Then, one day after a particularly difficult shift, I came home and 10 minutes later I had a seizure. A bad one. 9 minutes long. I stopped breathing. Turned blue. Full body tonic clonic grand mal seizure. Because of this, I could no longer work as a medic until I was medically cleared. That was 3 months ago. The loss of that income was devastating. We lived in a small town in Louisiana (born and raised in AZ), and we tried EVERYTHING we could in those 3 months to find income of any kind. Countless job applications, trying to find side work if any kind, giving 4-handed massages, applying for government assistance (we were denied despite meeting criteria so we’re in the appeals process, again). We made enough to barely cover most bills. Barley. During that time I lost 45lbs. We could only afford 1,200 calories a day. I couldn’t afford my medication, and eventually, rent was staggered and our landlord was completely unwilling to work with us despite the circumstances. He told us we had 6 days to leave or get an eviction on our record. So we left. For here. Where there’s much more opportunity, not just for income, but friends. For experiences and fun. It should’ve been a scary thing but we were so happy to be leaving and so excited to make this move. To start this new chapter of our lives. We ran into a post a lady made. She said she was recently divorced and was renting out a room at an extended stay hotel. She said she paid for November but shortly after paying found a job as a live-in caretaker and no longer needed the room. She said she wanted to help us because she was in a bad spot once and someone helped her. She offered us the room, paid through November for only 300. Initially we were very skeptical. But we were sent confirmation receipts for this reservation and even called the hotel to confirm. It was real. So, we moved. Today we moved. 22 hour drive, we could only take what we could fit in the car. Us, and our pup included (1yr, 55lb lab-pointer mix). When we arrived to our hotel, we were told that a third party had cancelled our reservations. We inquired more and found out that the agency that booked this room out had an employee who stole an agency credit card and booked it out, so they cancelled the room and banned us from the hotel. The hotel wouldn’t believe us or even hear us out despite us having proof of all our messages and the receipts for confirmation. Now we have nowhere to go. We only had enough money to get two days in a room, and then I’m not sure. I wanted to get a medic position up here. My wife wanted to be a caretaker before going through emt school. We had so many plans for friends, playmates and accomplishments, but now we are just scared. I don’t know what I’m asking for here, but if anyone has any ideas or can help, we can verify and prove our situation 100%. Please don’t hesitate to reach out. Thank you for your time. I’m sorry to message like this. I promise if this blows over we plan to do our best to talk and meet as many people as possible. We would love friends. I just want to make sure my wife and pup are okay. I’ve always had trouble asking for help, but please. We need help. This isn’t how we wanted to start our chapter here. Thank you.