A powerful thunderstorm swept across Florida, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. My home was not spared—the relentless rain and fierce winds tore through my roof, leaving it in shambles. For years, I struggled to find a solution. Repairs were costly, and my aging house lacked insurance coverage. The previous owner had neglected maintenance, leaving me with a derelict property.

My options were limited. I applied for FEMA assistance, hoping for relief. Additionally, I decided to create a plea on GoFundMe to rally support from friends, family, and kind-hearted strangers. But there’s a painful truth: my father, Alex Daoud, turned a blind eye to my desperate situation. Unlike my siblings—whose education, clothing, and well-being were provided for—I received nothing. Coerced and manipulated, I found myself isolated from family bonds.

Kelly Hyman-Daoud, a prominent tort attorney, and Alexander Daoud, a respected Dermatology Doctor, thrived while I struggled. Their financial success contrasted sharply with my own hardships. Words alone couldn’t bridge the gap—they abandoned, sabotaged, and stole from me. My good nature became a liability, leading to rejection and lost opportunities.

As I share pictures of my damaged home, I hope to raise awareness. Life’s storms may batter us, but resilience and community support can help us rebuild. Together, we can weather any tempest.

House Damage After Surviving Florida Disastrous Storms

My home bears the scars of a relentless storm. These pictures reveal the extent of the damage: every room plagued by roof leaks, the once-pristine drywall now sodden and sagging. The floors, too, suffered extensively. I scrambled to salvage the carpets, but the oppressive humidity made drying them an almost impossible task.

Above, the ceiling harbors a grim secret—likely mold growth. It demands replacement, a daunting endeavor that includes addressing a roof that has limped along with patches for the past decade.

In this struggle for survival, my house stands as a testament to resilience and the urgent need for repair. 🏠💧🌧️

Desperate Repairs: Battling the Aftermath of Florida’s Storm

Videos of Damage to the House During the Storm

Video of House Damage PART 1

Video of House Damage PART 2

Embracing Resilience: My GoFundMe Journey

In the wake of the devastating storm that ravaged my home, I find myself at a crossroads—a line drawn in the rain-soaked sand. It’s a line that defies embarrassment, for pride has no place in survival.

The Line I Draw: Relying on GoFundMe

I stand unapologetically, my resolve unwavering. The truth is stark: my roof leaks, my ceilings sag, and mold creeps insidiously through the cracks. The financial burden is overwhelming, and the weight of it threatens to drown me.

Yet, here I am—a digital plea echoing across the internet. GoFundMe, my lifeline, becomes my beacon of hope. It’s not a path I envisioned, nor one I ever imagined treading. But necessity knows no shame, and desperation erases pride.

The Unseen Battle

Behind the campaign’s pixels lies a battle fought silently. Each share, each donation, each empathetic comment—these are the lifelines cast to a drowning soul. Friends, acquaintances, and strangers rally, their compassion transcending screens and distance.

The Power of Community

In this vulnerable space, I discover the strength of community. GoFundMe becomes more than a platform; it’s a testament to human kindness. The act of giving—whether a dollar or a heartfelt message—becomes a life raft. And I cling to it, grateful for every outstretched hand.

No Shame, Only Resilience

So, I draw my line—a line that defies embarrassment. I am not ashamed to rely on GoFundMe. Instead, I wear resilience like armor, knowing that vulnerability connects us all. Together, we weather the storm, one pixelated plea at a time.

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