My husband was a 100% disabled Vietnam veteran. He suffered horribly from multi diseases due to his exposure to Agent Orange during his two tours of service. While rating and acknowledging his 100% disability from Agent Orange, the US government, at every turn, repeatedly gave little to no support with what I needed to care for him in an effort to make his life, such as it was, as best as I could make it. Among many issues, he suffered the loss of both legs to mid thigh. I had to fight for almost a year, after being told by the VA that he qualified for a modified vehicle grant, and then receiving denial, after denial, after denial of our application and appeals by the VA. Getting him in and out of my SUV for numerous doctor appointments was a nightmare, taking both my sons and I well over an hour to get him just from his wheelchair into the car because he was so weak. Several times I'd have to cancel the appointments that were so important for him to continue his life. The VA didn't care, but the founder and head of Ride With Valor, Russell Scot Rhoda, and all the wonderful volunteers in the organization did. They gifted us the use of a wheelchair accessible van while we fought and waited for the VA to hopefully approve the grant. Such a huge help, and it made a big difference in our lives. It gave my husband his dignity in his last months of life. It provided a comfortable way to travel because his bottom was down to the bone from bed sores due to the lack of circulation from other diseases from Agent Orange. We were living in a nightmare that we couldn't wake up from. Had it not been for Ride With Valor, and its wonderful volunteers, there would have been continued unnecessary struggle, and there would have been no light at the end of a very long tunnel of neglect by the VA. Now he would never miss the literal lifesaving appointments. There was so much more Ride With Valor did for us, and I could go on and on. When my husband passed, I donated his wheelchair ramp because another veteran needed it. Scot and a volunteer, along with my daughter and son-in-law, dismantled it. Scot and his volunteers then reassembled it at the other veteran's home. Then Scot, being the caring and responsible person he is, worried about us falling off the front porch, and he put me in contact with a contractor so I could have steps installed without delay because I was having difficulty finding contractors to return my calls. Even though my husband is gone, he still cares about us...the veteran's family. I'd always hear about a brotherhood among policemen and firemen, and thought how special that was. I now know how it feels to be part of a family (a brotherhood/sisterhood) of a wonderful group of volunteers that work tirelessly, with compassion, care, and respect that knows no bounds. It is clear to me that this is tantamount to Ride With Valor's mission for our nation's finest and the widows of those who are now gone. God bless all at Ride With Valor. Thank you for loving and caring for my husband. Thank you for giving him respect and giving him his dignity. Thank you for caring for us who are left behind.