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H3art to Hearts was founded in 2018 by a team of experienced healthcare professionals to nurture the independent living of older adults and persons with disabilities with compassionate homemaker and companion care assistance.

I had to slow down and match the rhythm of the universe. Once I learned to flow instead of force. Mornings began to look...
10/24/2025

I had to slow down and match the rhythm of the universe.
Once I learned to flow instead of force. Mornings began to look like this- Still, balanced and filled with quiet gratitude.. And lots of old stories I enjoy them as well...

10/18/2025

Beautiful view! With laughter, you can travel the world and cross paths with kind, humble souls.

Take care of yourself — mind, body, and spirit.Be honest. Be kind. Be a giver.The moment you learn the universal laws an...
10/17/2025

Take care of yourself — mind, body, and spirit.
Be honest. Be kind. Be a giver.
The moment you learn the universal laws and start flowing with them, peace finds you.

And once you truly enjoy your own company…
life starts to move with you, not against you.

As always,
With Purpose
'WHITNEY S . THE Wealthy One 🧐

I’m out the way, but still in business mode.I stepped away to stay aligned.No bad energy.No cosmetic karma.No heaviness....
10/16/2025

I’m out the way, but still in business mode.
I stepped away to stay aligned.
No bad energy.
No cosmetic karma.
No heaviness.
If it feels off or heavy, I protect my energy at all costs. No matter who you are.

I genuinely enjoy my own company.
There’s no competition. only with the woman I was yesterday.

💳💼 To Whom It May ConcernWonder if they remember that post—The one with 11 cards in my hand.Hmm… probably not.But that’s...
08/04/2025

💳💼 To Whom It May Concern

Wonder if they remember that post—
The one with 11 cards in my hand.
Hmm… probably not.
But that’s okay. I kept moving.

While I teach… I still move.
While I build… I still shift.
New cards.
New businesses.
New tax obligations.
New tax bracket.

And yes—my next goal is to owe the IRS $20K.
Because when you owe from elevation?
That means the income hit.
The growth real.
The bag ain't just loud—it’s legit.

This is Quarter 4 for me.
No vision board.
No new year’s resolution.
Didn’t even show up for watch night..
Instead—I made slient vows to myself.

Because I’m not just building income—I’m building impact.
And the flex?
It ain’t loud.
It’s structured.
It’s documented.
It’s taxed.

With Purpose,
Whitney
My name is Whitney I serve with purpose how can I assist with yourssss

08/01/2025

“Let me speak on something real…

Everybody wanna be 'for the people' until it’s time to carry somebody who got nobody.

There’s a woman I’ve been helping—pro bono. She’s on the edge. Everybody want a penny from her, but nobody wanna pour into her. I’ve prayed. I’ve cried. I’ve even asked God to release this assignment… because it’s been heavy. And with everything I already carry—it gets overwhelming.

Sometimes I don’t even answer her calls. Not ‘cause I don’t care… but because I’m stretched. I’m human.

But today I saw her.
And my eyes got teary.
Because some people truly got no one. No support. No voice. No direction.
And they still wake up every day.

She’s staying somewhere that ain’t the best—but it’s safe. It’s stable. And it’s dirt cheap. No reason anyone should be on the streets with spaces like this available.

I covered her tab. Not because I had it, but because I heard God. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t budget for it. But I moved anyway.

Sometimes the test ain’t about money—it’s about obedience.
And I know this moment… was my test to unlock the next level.

This ain’t for clout.
This ain’t charity.
This is community.
This is accountability.
This is purpose work.”

To Whom It May Concern,Let’s be clear.I have relationships with both my parents.But anything I chose to do in life? That...
07/28/2025

To Whom It May Concern,

Let’s be clear.

I have relationships with both my parents.
But anything I chose to do in life? That was my choice.

I don’t know what having “the best” parents feels like.
I don’t know what it means to have “the worst” either.
They’re mine. That’s the hand I was dealt.
And I never guilt-tripped myself about it.

‘Cause truthfully?
I used to think some people had it better—thought they had the dream upbringing.
But when you really look… nawl.
It ain’t hitting on nothing.

Some paint a pretty picture—but can’t predict the weather.
Everything looks good ‘til life starts raining.
Then you realize who really got shelter—and who just standing there with wet pride.

I stopped waiting for explanations.
Stopped trying to rewrite history.
I learned to work with what is—not what I wished it was.

And truth be told?

To succeed in one area…
Another one gon’ have to slack.
That’s the price. That’s the stretch.
That’s real life.

So if you see me shining, understand something:
It didn’t come from perfection.
It came from choosing not to fold—even with a crooked hand.

With Purpose,
Whitney

My name is WHITNEY I serve with purpose how can I assist you with yours...

💌 To Whom It May ConcernLet’s go ahead and talk about it—Yeah, I got kids by two ex-best friends. Yeah, I bent some rule...
07/25/2025

💌 To Whom It May Concern

Let’s go ahead and talk about it—
Yeah, I got kids by two ex-best friends. Yeah, I bent some rules. I made moves based on survival, not structure. Played the hand I was dealt, and reshuffled the deck when I had to. Back then? I thought I was playing the game.

But baby—
I wasn’t playing. I was building.

I didn’t follow the street code. I wasn’t trying to be anybody’s idea of “perfect.” I followed pain until it taught me peace. I followed mistakes until they turned into meaning. And every step—every slip—every so-called wrong turn? Put me right in position for my real win.

Because while some of y’all got stories filled with shame, mine? Comes with receipts. Proof that I didn’t just go through it—I grew from it.

I’ve seen women pick men they thought were kings… Just to raise their kids like they were widows. I’ve seen women cry over boys who couldn't even raise their own vibration. I’ve seen it all—And I chose to extract the lesson instead of carrying the burden.

Me? I won.
I took the pain and gave it a job. I turned broken pieces into blueprints. I didn’t just bend the rules—I broke generational ones.

And I paid for all of it. But I paid in full. Now I’m walking in rooms with peace on my shoulders, power in my name, and a plan built from ashes.

So go ahead—judge me. Whisper. Speculate. Say what you think you know.

But when you done talking? You gon’ have to say:
“Damn… she really did that.”
Grown. Whole. And not to be played with.

With Purpose,
Whitney

My name is WHITNEY I serve with purpose how can I assist you with yours

To Whom It May Concern,I used to assume some people had it made.Silver spoon. Two-parent home. All the support.But when ...
07/21/2025

To Whom It May Concern,

I used to assume some people had it made.
Silver spoon. Two-parent home. All the support.

But when you take a closer look?

Some of them ain’t about nothing.
No hustle. No growth. No real effort.
Just floating through life entitled, lost, and blaming everybody else.

And truthfully?
Some gon’ stay stuck.
Some gon’ end up under bridges holding signs—not because life broke them,
but because they never tried to build themselves.

See, your background don’t guarantee anything.
Your support system means nothing if your mindset trash.
Your privilege can’t carry you if your work ethic don’t show up.

I didn’t have a silver spoon.
But I learned how to eat anyway.
I built my own table. I bring my own plate.
And I don’t wait for a seat—I am the seat.

So to the ones watching and wondering how I do it?

I apply pressure.
Even with a crooked hand, I play to win.

With Purpose
WHITNEY

My name is Whitney. I serve with purpose.
How can I assist you with yours?

To Whom It May ConcernWhat most people don’t understand—I do.What I don’t always understand? Is my to whom.I never reall...
07/18/2025

To Whom It May Concern

What most people don’t understand—I do.
What I don’t always understand? Is my to whom.

I never really know who needs it.
I just know I’m being obedient.

Most days, I write because my thoughts are too heavy to hold.
Nine times outta ten, what you’re reading?
Sat in the drafts—scheduled months ago
when my heart was swollen and my spirit whispered: release it anyway.

I post so I can breathe.
So I don’t carry what don’t serve me.
Because being a bag lady ain’t just about your hands—
It’s what’s under your eyes, in your spine, on your heart.

There’s still some stuff I journal that’s too heavy to drop...
But one day, I’ll let it all go.
Piece by piece. Page by page.

And maybe—just maybe—
You’ll see a picture from when I was still in it.
Still carrying people. Pain. Promises I hadn’t kept to myself yet.

I’m not her anymore.
But I honor her.
She’s why I write.

My name is Whitney.
I serve with purpose.
How can I assist you with yours?

Below is the bag lady.

To Whom It May Concern,I wanted to stay in the projects—real bad. West Tampa felt familiar. The chaos made sense.Oakhurs...
07/16/2025

To Whom It May Concern,

I wanted to stay in the projects—real bad. West Tampa felt familiar. The chaos made sense.
Oakhurst approved me—I subleased it. That blew up.
Applied for Jackson Heights—they lost my application.
Belmont Heights? Never qualified.
RVT? Been on that waitlist forever.

I lived in Nuccio Projects for two years. Left and started paying full rent—with a trapped mindset.
Somebody said, “Keep it just in case.”
But someone else told me, “Never let a man leave and come back to find you in the same shoes.”

So I left.

I waited 10 years for Tampa Section 8. Got it. Held it for a year. Then I let it go.
Because the truth is—God saved me from me, and I didn’t realize it until years later.

If even one of those doors had stayed open… ain’t no telling how complacent I would’ve been.
When you grow up in survival, “just enough” starts looking like success.
Complacency will creep in and make you believe stuck is safe.

And honestly? I’m glad I didn’t always listen to my mama.
The streets taught me lessons the house couldn’t.
Pain shaped me. Chaos trained me. But God kept me.

Sometimes the blessing isn’t the approval.
It’s the closed door. The lost application.
The “no” you didn’t understand at the time.

So let me ask you this:

What are you still trying to hold onto that God already removed to set you free?
What are you calling home that was only meant to be a hallway?

With Purpose,
Whitney
My NAME IS WHITNEY I serve with purpose how can I assist you with your.....

To Whom It May Concern,My son is my son.He carries my blood, his father’s traits, and everything the world’s thrown his ...
07/14/2025

To Whom It May Concern,

My son is my son.
He carries my blood, his father’s traits, and everything the world’s thrown his way.
And while I can guide him… I can’t force alignment.
All I can do is expose him to the truth.

So I did.
I showed him what 3 hours of my time is worth before I even showed up to do the work. (Payment received)
His eyes widened.
I said, You ain’t know your mama was the plug?

Truth is I am the plug.
And I’m plugging him in slow.
When he turns 19, I’ll hand it all over.

I made a promise to myself a long time ago…
That by the time he’s 18, we’d be straight.
I didn’t really have a plan back then.
Just a silent vow whispered in survival.

He probably still remembers that Google mugshot he found years ago.
Probably still trying to make sense of it.
But I’m not that image.
And I’m not interested in repainting what the world tried to define for me.

I’m painting something new.
For them.
For him.
For me.

They can keep the old picture.
I’m building legacy in real time.
Messy counters. Open folders. Kids learning the moves without even knowing it.

This is what rebuilding from the inside looks like.

This s**t makes my eyes swell.
All it took was me redirecting my energy.

What are you waiting for?

With Purpose,
Whitney

My name is Whitney. I serve with purpose.
How can I assist you with yours?

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12421 N Florida Avenue #120
Tampa, FL
33612

Opening Hours

Monday 8am - 5pm
Tuesday 8am - 5pm
Wednesday 8am - 5pm
Thursday 8am - 5pm
Friday 8am - 5pm
Saturday 11am - 4pm

Telephone

+18444242026

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