Our Story
From love to loss. From streets to survival. From despair to home.
80% of Your Thoughts Aren't of Your Own
Most people live in a collective unconscious. They think they're making choices, but they're following scripts written by society, family, media, and fear. Eighty percent of what you believe you came up with on your own didn't come from you at all.
But some people wake up. Some people choose differently. Some people look at the world's expectations and say no. They choose love over logic. They choose loyalty over comfort. They choose family over survival.
This is the story of someone who woke up. Someone who chose. Someone who refused to let the collective unconscious dictate their life.
This is the story of Reverend Matthew and Cleopatra. This is the story of what it means to choose love when the world says give up.
The Love
Syndal. My wife. My reason. We had something that most people spend their whole lives looking for — a love that didn't need to be explained or justified. It just was.
We chose each other. Every day. Not because it was easy. Because it was real.
The Fight
Cancer. At 30 years old. The world told us to prepare for the worst. But we fought. We held on. We loved harder.
And in those hospital rooms, in those moments of fear and pain, I made a promise: I will never give up. On her. On us. On love.
The Loss
She left me. But not really. She left me with a mission. She left me with Cleopatra. She left me with the words: "I'll take every minute I can with that man."
And I understood. I had to keep going. Not for me. For her. For the love we built. For the promise I made.
The Choice
People offered me money to give up Cleopatra. To let her go. To move on. To choose myself.
But that's not what Syndal taught me. She taught me that family is not negotiable. That love doesn't end. That you don't give up on what matters.
So I chose. I chose Cleopatra. I chose the mission. I chose to be the 20% who wakes up and refuses the script.
The Streets
1,357 days. Winter at 9,000 feet. Cleopatra's paws bleeding. My body breaking. The world telling me I was crazy.
But every day, I woke up and chose again. I chose Cleopatra. I chose the mission. I chose to honor Syndal's last words by refusing to give up on family.
The Home
We made it. We have a roof. We have walls. We have a place to rest.
But survival doesn't end when you have a home. It continues every single day. And we can't do it alone.
We need your help to keep what we fought so hard to get. To keep the promise I made to Syndal. To keep choosing love.
The Now
Cleopatra plays. She's happy. She's home. And I'm here, still choosing. Still fighting. Still refusing to give up on family.
This is what it looks like when someone wakes up. When someone chooses differently. When someone says no to the collective unconscious and yes to love.
Help Us Keep Our Home
This is our story. This is our choice. This is our mission. And we can't do it alone. Every session booked. Every dollar donated. Every skill hired. It all matters.