My name is Anna, and I never imagined I’d be here—writing this, broken in more ways than one, reaching out with trembling hands for help. I’ve always been the one who gave. Gave my time, my strength, my love. I cared for my dying mother and brother until their last breath. I wiped their tears, whispered prayers, and stood tall in the storm. But now… I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up without you.

A devastating leg injury shattered not just my bones, but my life. My kneecap and tibia were crushed, and after emergency surgery and metal implants, I’m now unable to walk, unable to work, and facing the terrifying threat of homelessness. Every day I pray, “Lord, help me hold on,” even as the walls close in.

I lost my home. I lost Honey Girl, the dog who saved me from my darkest depression. I’ve been betrayed by family, abandoned when I needed them most. But I still believe in miracles. I still believe that God sends earthly angels—and maybe that’s you.

This isn’t just about me. This is about survival. It’s about getting the medical supplies, therapy, and shelter I need so I can heal, get back on my feet, and one day give again. I’m not asking for a handout—I’m praying for a hand to hold during this storm.

The Bible says in Galatians 6:2, “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way, you will fulfill the law of Christ.” Today, I’m asking: will you help carry mine?

Your donation, no matter the size, is more than money. It’s a lifeline. It’s proof that compassion still exists. It’s a mustard seed of hope in a world that’s felt so cold.

If God moves your heart to give, I promise to rise again—and when I do, I will testify that it was His people who kept me going.

Please, be the miracle I’ve been praying for.

With faith and gratitude,
Anna Furrer 🦋

“The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles.” — Psalm 34:17

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