The photo you see here was taken just hours before everything changed.

That night, I was performing dangerous tasks—work that wasn’t even part of my job description—under constant pressure to get it done, despite repeated warnings about the risks. I was placed in an unsafe situation, night after night, with no regard for my well-being.

The result? A devastating, life-changing injury.

But what hurt even more was what came next: silence, denial, and abandonment from the very system that should have protected me.

That’s why I started FlakeDemic Cares—because no one should ever be forced to sacrifice their safety for a paycheck or be left behind after getting hurt on the job.

This isn’t just my story. It’s a movement for every forgotten worker.