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My family is on our way out of our apartment. My boyfriend has been unemployed for 2 years, depleted his unemployment account, and I now work 7 days a week and still only get 30 hours in. We are making no money, have 3 kids, one of which has a 9th birthday this month with no chance of getting a present. My bills are going unpaid which means eventually the electricity will be shut off as well as internet and then of course the rent. If someone out there in my area would just hire my boyfriend real soon we might stand a chance. I don't want to be on the streets with my kids and pets. I am just asking for temporary help or a job for my boyfriend. No one in my family has drug or alcohol issues. We are good people experiencing a streak of bad luck. I am exhausted from trying everything only to be rejected every time. But I will NOT give up. I do not have a PayPal account and do not know how this works but would love the help. Thank you.

I am short 800 on my rent. If I don't come up with it by May 9th I will be evicted. I am also trying to raise money on here by selling items. Please check it out as well. I won't go into the sad details but I really have been trying my best and can't get things straightened out. I have a four month old who was born very premature and times have been very hard.

i have outstanding debt's with the hospital and doctors that performed a spinal surgery on me. the hospital is the nebraska spine hospital which i owe 130,000.00, and neurological surgery pc which i owe 21,000.00. i live on ssi and i do not have the ability to pay these debt's. any help that i recieve is greatly appreciated. the reason why the surgery was done is i was injured in an accident involving a drunk driver on march 9th of 2010. sad to say but i did not have health insurance. and the civil case against the drunk driver is still going to court, the differant automotive insurance companies involved do not want to pay the hospital or doctors. i use what extra fund's is left from my ssi to pay the small medical bill's. i have three children, one has moved on in life since the accident, who also depend partly apon me. my wife pay's all the household bill's from what she earns, i pay the rent and medical bill's from my ssi. if you do decide to help i put the actual names of the companies i owe and you will be able to contact them directly to arrange any help your willing to give

My family has hit a financial crisis and looking for help. My husband and I have a 4 year old son and he is autistic and recently became diabetic on December 9th 2011. He was in the hospital for 5 days and I ended up missing almost two weeks of work at my temp job to be with him and to learn everything I need to learn to take care of him properly. We were evicted from our apartment due to lack of funds. My temp job also ended in January and we are now living with family. My ultimate dream is to provide David with a house to grow up in. I am saving for a down payment on a house; any help we can get would be awesome and very appreciated. Nothing is to small to go towards my savings account for the down payment.

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I am sorry to bother you but i have exausted all avenues i dont know who else i can go to for help.I will try keep this brief as possible as i dont want to bore you but will need to explain a few things for you to understand. I am 28 years old male i came out as Gay to my ex-partner on the 9th of May 2011 who i had been with for 11 years we had a joint tenancy and have a 6 year old son together. My ex partner knew that she could not make me leave our property with the housing assosiation so on the 31st of May she came home and started laughing telling me i would be leaving that night with what she had planned to do me being nieve thought she was mouthing off at 9pm that evening she called the police pretending to cry and scream telling them i was head butting her and trying to attack her and she felt in threat of her life which was a lie as i wasnt even in the same room as her i even made a point of walking into the room and calmly saying why are you lying for , anyway to cut long story bit shorter she had police make me pack my belongings that evening and leave in which my mum said i could temp stay at her house. She stopped me seeing my son even on his 6th birthday she tormented me with saying if i wished to see him i could drive down to the flat sit outside and look at him by window which i did and destroyed me. I had to take time off work as i became in very deep depression and intotal was off work for 4 months was seeing doctor and still am for my depression. On the 9th of May police came to my mums and arrested me which again destroyed me as i have never been in trouble with the law and to be honist am scared of police i spent 12 hours in a cell then was interviewed and given no furthur action as even the police officer said looks like she is playing the system, but even with getting no furthur action i was told i could not return back to the property and that if i did i could be arrested so i was forced out my home which she didnt allow me to have any of my belongings. She is very clever playing system as she is currently still making out she is unfit to work for the hurt ive caused being gay and saying i have emotionally destroyed her. I have been to Greenwich council as well as my local housing assosiation i done a housing application on the 19th May 2011 but was told i am not priority and would be waiting years. I can not afford to go private letting i can not get that kind of money together and am not entitled to any benifit help. My dad found out im Gay and wants me out of there house now i am being cursed every day by family "whens the poof going" , "wont have gay boy in my home" it is destroying me if it was not for my son i would rather die than live this so called life. I went back on numerous occassions to greenwich council and continuiously bid on propertys every week but am told i have a long wait and they will not even help me with tempoary accomadation my expartner allowed me to see son every other weekend but now she has fallen out with my mum she will not let me see my son until i have my own place for him to come , what am i meant to do. My parents want me out , i cant see son yet no one will help me with housing , I am seeing a Gay councilling service to help me deal with coming out and what comes with that but they can not help me with housing this is my biggest problem of them all as without me having my on fixed secure property i will not be able to see son and my emotional state will never improve and this scares the hell out of me. My dad is telling me i have till end of january and he is kicking me out and then what??? i have no where to go no friends or family to go to i even looked into letting rooms and then ex partner said she will not allow me to see child as its not secure for him.I AM TIRED AND EXAUSTED and in all honisty would rather be dead then alive but cant because cant do that to my son. I really need someone to help me even if it is with a tempoary accommadtion whilst i am bidding for a permant council place i have again been to greenwich council and was rudly told by a member of staff "well you should of thought about that when you decided toi tell your expartner you were gay" and told "your old enought to take care of yourself sleep in a car if you have to" i am horrified and disgusted that my own local council can treat someone in this way and again is this because im GAY . I only have one option after fighting all avenues and thats to try rase £1000 to put down as a deposit on a place i am homeless with nowhere to go have been sleeping in car and at work place i am having to resort to asking peoples good nature to donate what ever they can to help me this would be more than greatfully appricated and i make a promise that when back on my feet all money raised i will match that value and donate to charity one being young people that are homeless and mcmillian cancer. I am very sorry for having to ask strangers for help but this is my final last resort. Many Kind Regards

I have never done anything like this in my life before but times are hard and if it helps get my daughter her dream i am willing to give it a go. I am a 44 year old single disabled mum of the most beautiful 2 daughters. emma-louise who is 17 and sarah who is 16. I have numerous health problems one being cause by my ex over ten years ago hurting me so bad i ended up in a wheelchair for over a year. I am no longer in a wheelchair but struggle with daily pain. I have many other ailments but this isn't about me. My girls have had a lot to contend with i am ashamed to say i tried to commit suicide a few time over the last 6 years because of numerous problems i stupidly believed that my girls would be better off without me. However we pulled through together they both left school with amazing results 14 and 16 gcse,s respectively. I did my best throughout everything to make sure they did well at school. Then tragedy struck our family. My dad came to stay with me as he had become ill only 2 weeks earlier he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer my girls went to a firework display with there dad i went to take my dad his favorite fish and chips i walked in the room and he had died i stood on the spot for what seemed like an eternity and was saying out loud omg omg omg. My girls new as soon as they walked in the door an were hysterical they loved there granddad an amazing musician. we arranged the funeral his jazz band were to be there me and my eldest brother ken and my dad were called the 3 amigos we were so close but my brother who was only 44 had been ill as well. it was the 5th of november 2007 that my dad died his funeral was to be for the following monday. Then early friday morning the 9th of november my phone rang it was my mum my brother had died in his sleep to say we were devestated is an understatement. we had to cancel my dads funeral and held a joint service for them both. our lives have never been the same. my eldest daughter emma has been offered a place at university but as a single disabled mum there is no way i can pay for her. she really wants to be a fashion designer and has made some amazing items a university has seen her potential but i cannot nearlly afford the fees etc. I would ask for anything at all pennies would even help. Emma has made a amazing dress photos can be sent and some non wearable items which are also amazing that she is prepared to autcion to help. also if anyone would like to read what our local paper reported please go to the following link http://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/local/family_struck_by_double_tragedy_1_422364 i know there are many many people in a worse position than us but at the moment i am even struggling to pay our rent and utility bills in fact our rent is due in a week and i dont have it now. please if anyone could help it would be amazing but if not thank you for reading my plea yours sincerely simone wood

I have never done anything like this in my life before but times are hard and if it helps get my daughter her dream i am willing to give it a go. I am a 44 year old single disabled mum of the most beautiful 2 daughters. emma-louise who is 17 and sarah who is 16. I have numerous health problems one being cause by my ex over ten years ago hurting me so bad i ended up in a wheelchair for over a year. I am no longer in a wheelchair but struggle with daily pain. I have many other ailments but this isn't about me. My girls have had a lot to contend with i am ashamed to say i tried to commit suicide a few time over the last 6 years because of numerous problems i stupidly believed that my girls would be better off without me. However we pulled through together they both left school with amazing results 14 and 16 gcse,s respectively. I did my best throughout everything to make sure they did well at school. Then tragedy struck our family. My dad came to stay with me as he had become ill only 2 weeks earlier he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer my girls went to a firework display with there dad i went to take my dad his favorite fish and chips i walked in the room and he had died i stood on the spot for what seemed like an eternity and was saying out loud omg omg omg. My girls new as soon as they walked in the door an were hysterical they loved there granddad an amazing musician. we arranged the funeral his jazz band were to be there me and my eldest brother ken and my dad were called the 3 amigos we were so close but my brother who was only 44 had been ill as well. it was the 5th of november 2007 that my dad died his funeral was to be for the following monday. Then early friday morning the 9th of november my phone rang it was my mum my brother had died in his sleep to say we were devestated is an understatement. we had to cancel my dads funeral and held a joint service for them both. our lives have never been the same. my eldest daughter emma has been offered a place at university but as a single disabled mum there is no way i can pay for her. she really wants to be a fashion designer and has made some amazing items a university has seen her potential but i cannot nearlly afford the fees etc. I would ask for anything at all pennies would even help. Emma has made a amazing dress photos can be sent and some non wearable items which are also amazing that she is prepared to autcion to help. also if anyone would like to read what our local paper reported please go to the following link http://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/local/family_struck_by_double_tragedy_1_422364 i know there are many many people in a worse position than us but at the moment i am even struggling to pay our rent and utility bills in fact our rent is due in a week and i dont have it now. please if anyone could help it would be amazing but if not thank you for reading my plea yours sincerely simone wood

Hello, after battling with my medical discharge on the 9th June 2011, I found myself unemployed and struggling to adjust in 'Civvie' street, although I found it hard I just couldn't cope with the bills and ended up putting my wife and 4 young children in jepody, I am a proud man and have since found a job, but the debts continued to mount up and we found out a little while ago that the landlord wants to take the house back to do it up and sell. on top of this my georgeous and loving wife has had a major operation on her bladder and a hysterectomy, and as a result I have to take a cut in hours worked, We have a good church community that have provided us with 'meals on wheels' please help us by donating a little just so I can help us get out of this rut, I am working and am trying to get out of this, but please feel free to donate.

September 2011: Had a nearly fatal motorcycle accident on Lucent Blvd. in Denver. The events leading up to the accident I am unclear of, all I remember is waking up underneith a car and couldnt move. I remember the ambulance showing up to extricate me. Apparently I had a shattered pelvis and a broken humorus. I also sustained another concussion. I never was a big fan of the helmet, in fact very rarely did I wear one. I just happened by chance to decide to wear one that day, if I hadnt I'd be dead. It used to be that I struggled to survive, now I struggle to exist. This account is by my wife:

On September 28th, 2011
My husband Trevan had an accident on is his way to an Interview and he was going on Lucent to get on to the highway on C470 and was not able to see with the dew on the street and sun glare. He didn’t see the car at the stoplights, going on to C470. Didn’t know or see that it was stopped at the light. The sun was so bad that he slammed right into the person in front of him and went over the handlebars of the motorcycle and over the person’s car and was found underneath the car. The Paramedics found him under the person’s car and had to pull him out from under it.

I got a call about 8:15 am from the fire department letting me know that my husband was in an accident. I was so scared I was trying to get my son ready for school and get my daughter ready to so I could take him. I was told that he was taken to Littleton Hospital and that I can call over there and get info on how he is doing. Instead of me calling the ER the ER nurse called me and gave me some info about what they are doing and what ER room they are taking him to. They took some x-rays and he couldn’t be moved because they were not sure about his back. So they did the x-rays in the ER. That is what the nurse told me that they were doing and that he was stable. The nurse also said if I could get to the hospital as soon as I could, it would be a good idea to come since the police and fire department was still there. I told her I would try. I called my mother in law to let her that her son was in an accident and I called my mom. There were other people that I called too. When I got there and I had to park so far in the back of the hospital that I had to ask for directions to get to the ER from the outpatient so I could be there with my husband. When I got there it was very hard to see what he looked like. He had a neck brace on and his left arm was all wrapped up like a present. He had a big gash on the inside of his right leg that was pretty wide and you could see the fat and it kept on bleeding. They would not take off the brace from his neck because they didn’t know what else was going on with him. I met the ER doctors and they told me that he is in quite bit of pain, and that he was starting to not know what happened off and on. I tried to see if he could tell me himself but could not remember. One of the ER doctors was very concerned about the blood in his urine so they took him to another place in the hospital to do some more tests on him. My mom in the mean time called me and told me that she was on her way to be at the hospital with me for support, I told her that I really need some comfort and to keep it together. When she got here Trevan was not yet taken to get tested yet so my mom said hi to him and ask him questions. Then with the ER nurses came in to take him for the tests my mom ask the nurse what kind of test that they were going to do on him and they said it is to check for internal bleeding. When Trevan was taken back we went to sit in the waiting room in the ER. My mom kept asking me questions but I could not answer any of them, because I have not been told about any thing besides what the nurse told me on the phone before I got there. I ask the nurses that were still around they’re about where his belonging were because I needed to know if his wallet and other things like ring and glasses was there. They handed me the beg that had his wallet and other things that they took off of him. I took the beg with me so I could go through it and see if every thing was still with him. His wedding band was in there his wallet was in there and socks and helmet was there too so I took it with me out to the waiting room. There was also a ticket that the police left in it too. My mom took a look at it to find out what all happened. It just said it was his fault but we didn’t think it was his fault, but later on we did fine out it was his fault but we took care of it for him while he was in the hospital. While we were waiting Trevan’s mom came with my daughter to see him but he was still not back in the Trauma room. After a while they finally moved him to a room so we all went there. They took him to the ICU and we had to keep our hands clean at all times coming and going. Trevan was put on many powerful pain medicines for the pain. He was put on dilaudid and he was on that for a while but then he was inching so bad that they took him off of that and put him on morphine he was a little better but still was itching like crazy.

Doug and Jan drove out here on Wednesday night they didn’t stop except for brakes and gas but they drove all the way through so could see Trevan. They arrived at the hospital at 3:30 am. Trevan didn’t remember that his dad and step mom came to see him the first night. I told him twice that they were here and he just didn’t remember it. Every one came to see Trevan everyday Doug and J, Karen and John Hager, Kehli, his mom Beverly. Doug and Jan were here for four days and they were here also for the surgery. We had a lot of people in the waiting room Beverly and our kids, me, and Doug and Jan. I was happy that I had that many people there with me because I was very upset.

October 1st 2011
Trevan had his surgery on both the pelvis and the humerus bone. The doctor started with his pelvis first he said it was the quick one and that Trevan didn’t loose much blood with that one. Then the doctor moved Trevan to another table to do the other part of the surgery. He lost a little bit of blood when they did his surgery on the arm they had to give him two pints of blood. The doctor did come out to tell us the update as he did them and how everything was going. He showed us before and after x-rays. The doctor did a great job of fixing Trevan up. Then after the surgery was done he was in recovery room for about an hour and a half. They moved Trevan to his room afterwards and he still was not doing hot. He kept saying that the room was moving and it made him sick. He tried to keep his eyes closed but it made him even feel worse. He also kept asking for ice chips which I feed to him as much as I could. He was better by the evening, he didn’t feel dizzy any more. Family kept coming to see him and tell him that they love him and pray that he will heal quickly. I stayed with him every night after the surgery to keep an eye on how he was doing. He didn’t remember a lot of things, which in some ways it is good but in some ways it is bad. I think a lot of it had to do with the pain medicine that the doctors was giving him. A nurse told me that it could happen with the medicine could make you forgetful depending on what kind of pain medicine.

October 4th 2011
While Trevan was at the hospital he did fall. He hit his head agents the closet that was in his room. The nurses found him on the floor. They did say that when he fell he landed on his right side and that they don’t think he hurt him self, but he did hit his head when he went down. I asked them if they were going to see if he did any damage, and they said that he didn’t and couldn’t do that much damage because the way he fell. I asked them if he hurt any thing else and the nurse they checked him over and asked him questions and didn’t see any evidence that he had any more damage to what he already had. I asked to if they did any test to see. They said they didn’t do any other tests on him because they didn’t want him to be exposed to any more radiation from the x-ray machine. He was getting out of bed by his self with out any help, which he was not supposed to do that. That is why when he fell they put a bed alarm on his bed so they would know at all times that he gets up, for his safety.

October 5th 2011
During that time while he was a Littleton hospital they were trying to find a rehab place for him so he can start getting back on his feet. They did find one and they had him transferred from Littleton to Porter hospital. Before he left I told him that I would see him later that evening and so will his mom and kids. He said ok and they he was gone. That evening Beverly and the rest of us call daddy from his mom’s phone to let him know that we are coming to see him but we were going to stop and get something to eat on the way up to the hospital. Then while we were eating at Wendy’s he calls me on my cell phone and asks if we were still coming I told him yes. I asked him did you even remember that we called you before and told you that we were coming he said no he didn’t remember. While he was on the phone with me still we asked him if he wanted us to bring something for him. He said yes. We brought him a hamburger and a frosty. When we got to the Porter hospital and got to his room we noticed it was very small and odd shaped. He had a window but in the wrong place or the room was just in the worst place. It looked like a bad shaped L and had no flow to it. I asked Trevan on how he was doing and he said tired and in pain. I said you just been through a lot and it will take a while to heal. Then we gave him is food and let him eat while we also talked to the nurses that were taking care of him there. We also ask that if there was a way for a cot to be put in there so I could stay with him some of the times. They said yes that they will get one in the room the next time I come up to see him. I said thanks. They also had a bed alarm on his bed and his wheel chair that he was using. I am happy that they had that on there but the moment that he got up to use the urinal that the alarm went off. And he didn’t feel comfortable with them always coming in and him not able to potty when he wanted too. When he is in the bed but keep it on when he is in the wheel chair because he could not remember to lock his brakes before he transferred form the wheel >chair to bed or just getting up to stand.

October 6th 2011
Trevan calls him mom to get my number to be able to call me. He talked to her for a while and he also asked if we were coming to see him, and also asked if we knew where he was. His mom said yes she knew and asked him if he remembered that we were the other night. He said no and also said that we weren’t there to see him. Which we were there but he just didn’t remember that we were all there his son and daughter me and his mom. He forgot the entire evening and event that we even were there to see him the night before. His mom said to him that we were all coming to see you again tonight so we will see you later. The same day I went to take our van to get the oil changed in it and found out that there was a clucking sound and they told me that it was not safe for me to keep driving it. They said about a week or two would be all I should drive it. I called my dad and asked if he knew any one that I could take my van to get an idea on how much it would cast to get it fixed. This was all the same day that I was going to see Trevan at the hospital. They didn’t want me to drive it anymore until it was fixed. So Beverly had to take me back and forth to and from the hospital for a while. After Beverly got off work we all got in to the car and drove up to the hospital. We asked the nurses if there was any way for Trevan to watch movies other than watching TV all the time. They said yes and told us there is a TV, VCR that is on a cart that can go into their room to watch movies and only VHS tapes only no DVD’S. So mom went into the lunchroom and looked at all the movies and wrote down all the ones that Trevan would be interested in watching. After she was done she brought the list to Trevan to see and to know that he had choices. Then we went home and told Trevan that we will see him later the next day. Then said our good-byes.

October 7th 2011
There was a lot of thing going on this day that I don’t want to go through again. I had to take my van to a place that my sister in law told me about. I made my appointment with them the day before and they wanted me to bring it back today and get it fixed. They even said that it was not safe at all. I left it with them to fix it in the morning. Then I came back home and had more things to do. I had to run around back and forth using my mother in laws car which was ok she was taking care of my daughter and my niece so I got thing done and I was able to relax a little bit. We all went to see Trevan that evening. We had to go and pick up my van after we picked up dinner. Then we left to see Trevan. When we got there into Trevan’s room he looked really tired and in a bit of pain. We got an extra hamburger so we gave it to him so he could eat it. Of course he at it all up. I changed the channel and found shreck the movie and we all watched that with Trevan. The nurse cam in to see how he was doing. He said that he needed more pain medicine, also needed to have his depends changed. The kids and grandma left outside the room while he was getting changed. After he got settled again the kids came back in and they were getting rowdy so I ask Beverly to take the kids home. They gave their daddy a kiss and left. That night I stayed with him and he kept on asking if the nurse had given him his pain medicine. I told him yes that they did give you your medicine. I asked him if even remembered it and he said no. He asked me 4 other times to while I was there. When it was time for him to have another dose of medicine I said to use the call button that is what it is there for instead of me always running in and out of his room to let the nurses know that he needed more medicine. I stayed with him all night it was very hard for me to hear. When Trevan would fall to sleep he would start dreaming and breathing heavy then wake up crying and then fell back to sleep. It would go on about 5 times at night. I think it was nightmares and when he wakes up he would not remember any of it.

October 8th 2011
The nurses were coming into see how Trevan was doing. He had his breakfast and pain medicine. After breakfast the therapist came in to take him to do some therapy stuff. He worked on the ramp with wheel chair going up and down with keeping control with his feet. The first round was 35 minutes. Then comes back and rests for a half-hour and goes again for 30 minutes. Then he came back and rested and had lunch. Then he went with another therapist and goes and has a shower, but after a while he came back. The nurses told me when they came back with Trevan that the cut on the inside of the right leg came open while they were helping him with his shower. He lost a little bit of blood but it hurt him quite a bit. So two nurses came back. One was pushing him and the other on putting pressure on the wound. When he was back in the room he looked like a ghost, and looked very tired. Then his nurse came in to put a different kind of bandage on his leg. By the end of the day he had color back in his face and was doing better. That day and evening he didn’t know that I was staying with him. I was with him at the hospital since Friday night, to Sunday evening. I will be going home on Sunday night.

October 9th 2011
The nurses and doctors decided not to have therapy because Trevan gave them a scare. So they just let him rest and let the wound heal some more before he did any more. I watched him sleep and he has the bad dreams again all day, and all night. I woke up every time he had the dreams. I counted how many times he would wake up and go to sleep again. It was hard to hear too. When he did wake up I would ask if he remembered any of it. He would say No. I did let the nurses know what was going on with Trevan and also asked him to keep an eye out and check on him. I also asked them to keep a record of it too. I left the evening so I could take care of my kids the next day. My mother in law had to work and had to keep Sarah with me. I said my good-byes. I asked the nurses to keep me in formed on how he did through the night.

October 10th 2011
Trevan told me that he had therapy and that he was in some pain. He was up in the wheel chair and bed. He was learning how to put socks and underwear, shorts and shirt on by him self with out help and doing it all by with one hand. He did OK is what he said. It is hard for him to remember which arm to do in first. The nurses said try to remember left first than over the head than right arm. Then put your glasses on so you can see. He said he would try to remember. Then I went home. He also saw the doctor and asked for Ibuprofen.

October 11th 2011
I got to the hospital to see Trevan about 7ish. He looked tire but also happy to see me. He said to me when I can in “I was wondering when you were going to be here” I said I had to take care of the kids first. In the morning he did therapy then he has lunch and after he had lunch he did some more activities he had u ride outside and played scrabble to get his mind working on thinking. That is what he did during the day when I was not there to see him during the day Trevan had therapy and looked somewhat tired when I got there, he was also in his wheel chair. He ate all the tacos that his mom got for him. After we got done eating he was in a lot of pain. He asked for more pain medicine and he could not get any more ibuprofen. So they gave him percocet for the pain. All we did while I was there with him we talked and watched TV together. Was late when I left to go home and care for my kids.

October 12th 2011
I went to see Trevan about 7ish again. He did a lot of thing in the morning it was all written down so I knew what he did. Which he was to do every day for his memory issues that he has. He had breakfast then he had PT. He did exercises with his legs. ST. tested him it scored 20 out of 25 on the cognitive tests. Then he did some transferring using one leg, 2-½ lbs. on the other leg (right leg all weight and partial weight on the left.) After lunch he did the walker, wheel chair, shower, teeth and hair. All of this info that I keep getting is what he writes down for his memory reminder. I took a look at him and asked him how he is doing, He said he is in a bit of pain. A lot of pain was mainly in the arm. He asked for some pain medicine and he started to fall to sleep. So I told him that I would head home and take care of the kids. He said to tell them that he loves them. I said ok.

October 13th 2011
Just reading his report that he wrote. He did getting in to his wheel chair to go to the toilet, Independence Square and weight. That was his activities during the day and he also had another stitch pop and his leg started bleeding again. That is what he told me. It is covered with gaze. I was happy that they did put that on there to protect it better. He has been sleeping better. They aren’t using the walker with the plate form because of his bad left arm. He is balancing so much better on his right leg which I am very proud of him. I noticed while I was there he didn’t remember that he had his pain medicine which they did give it to him. But they could not give him any more until 9:15 PM. And it was about 8:20 PM when he asked for more pain medicine.

October 14th 2011
Trevan woke up around 5:45 am having pain in his arm and needed to be changed. Found out that Dr. Bess has not released him from putting more weight on his left leg. It will be 30% weight for a while. At a little bit after 9 this morning went for a wheel chair walk. He sat in the wheel chair and used his right foot to move him forward and his right hand also help him to move forward in the direction that he needs to go. He went around the hallway twice. Then after he did that he came back to his room, so after that another person came in and took him down to the shower. Both of us were in the shower room with the nurse getting him ready and helping him stand only on one leg. He could not put much weight on the left leg. After every thing was off the therapist helped him sit on the shower/ tub chair. We both helped him get cleaned up, but we made sure he did most of the cleaning up. He did well at listening to me and stayed seated until we needed him to stand to pull up his pants. He only used his right leg to stand on and his right arm to pull up. I told him if he comes home he is going to have to listen and wait until I can come and help him. I didn’t want him to fall again and end up in the hospital again. After the shower we went back to his room to rest for a few minutes. Then he went to do more moving therapy. He did hopping on the right leg and using the parallel bars with the right arm to and from the wheel chair. Then he did some bumping up and down on the stairs. They would not do any more of them for a while because it tired him out so much. We did not know when he would be able to come home yet. We were going to have someone come by to take a look at the house and see if he can come home. Right now it is set for wed. But it is not set in stone. I am planning to stay the night again and leave about 8:15 am to watch my daughter. Then I will be back to stay with him again that evening.

October 15th 2011
This is what Trevan did for the day, leg/ hip exercises, control wheelchair up and down ramp. ST- did memory strategies, put a picture with info, and writing down notes. OT- watched him do his brushing his teeth, getting dressed, independence square (cashier, shop, and sandwich) memory. That is what he did and also found out he has a urine infection. He slept a little bit, was up having to go to the potty all night, had to remind him mot to put any weight on his left leg. He said that he was not but I doubt it. I was watching him. After he was done he was always putting weight on the left leg every time he pushed his butt back in the bed. I am very worried about that. I did tell the nurses to keep an eye on him that he was having issues with him having to pee all the time. Since he had the infection. They said that they would keep watch and see how he does through the night.

October 16th 2011
Trevan had a bad day at remembering this day. I just don’t remember what he forgot because I was also very tired this day also.

October 17th 2011
We brought Trevan home to do the home inspection so we could find out what we all needed to do and what to get for the house, so Trevan can come home. We didn’t want him to get injured any more than what he is now. When we got to the house the two nurses had to lift him and the wheel chair up the stairs since we didn’t have the ramp up quite yet. We did tell them it would be up once we know what day we could get help. While Trevan was still sitting in the wheel chair he had to use the restroom. He did try to get in the restroom which he did do just fine, but when he was ready to get back out and into the wheel chair he almost fell in to the wheel. So they deiced not to have him use the small bathroom.

To whom it may concern:

My name is Angela K. Baker. I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin and have been living with diagnosis of Systemic Lupus since I was fourteen years (I am now 34 DOB 06/16/1977). Although as a child, I knew there was something a little different about myself compared to my twin brother Johnathan. I could never run and play with the other children because my body just would not keep up with the other kids. It always felt like I had sandbags attached to me and I would pass out in the sunlight, I was always exhausted and my body cried out in pain. I just didn't know why. I can remember being like this all the way back to my kindergarten year. Not that my parents were bad people, it just seemed like they just didn't have anymore to give, there problems were so on the surface, (both of my parents are alcoholics, and my mother has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) since I was born and as for my father, he spent a large part of my life locked away in the Wisconsin jail system (due to his own alcohol induced indescretions.) At fourteen I got a full-time job to pay for my medical bills and a part-time job working at a nursing home to help my family. I have always been stuborn and a fighter, but at this point in my life the fight has just about been exstinguished out of me and I have to admit that I need some help. Over the last twenty years I have been under anasthetic approximately 125 times. I am missing more parts than I have. I feel like an experiment gone wrong or a human pin coushon. I hope that at least some of my surgical suffering at least helped the surgeons learn something from my body...You see I have lived longer than anyone that they know of with this kind of Lupus. It usually manifesters in the late 30's or 40's not in children. My most recent operation was on June 9th 2011, to fix holes in my intestines that were accidentley left after my colon was removed (my colon exploded after it had been recected four times) Right now I have an Illyectomy system that does not work correctly, it leaks blood, bile, puss, fecal liquid ect. and the plastic appliances do not work on me because my skin is so sensative from the Lupus. My medical exspenses are so astronomical even with Medicare and I struggle every month to pay my basic needs (rent, public service water copays ect) I was forced to retire at 23 my body deceided it just couldn't do it anymore, even though I worked very hard to put myself through college so that I could have a decent job that I enjoyed. Thank God that it does not take much to feed me, because the state of WI says that I do not qualify for food stamps or medical assistance, I make $4.oo a month too much. I am not asking for large donations, I know the ecomomy is bad and we are all struggling. What I am asking that when you balance your checking account that you round up to the nearest dollar and please donate the change. My goal is to collect enough money to see a special surgeon at Freodert Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He would like to see if he can help me have some kind of quality of life and end some of the suffering that I have been enduring for a long time . I would be happy if I even received a little relief. I don't remember what it is like to feel healthy, everyone in this life deserves at least a shot at it... If I am given the help that I need, I fully intend to open my home again as a safe house ( I am not able to do that now because of the leaking illeostmy ) and I would love to a foster mom to any child who needs a good loving and stable home. The way I am right now is horrible ( I have not left my home in over six months excluding doctor appointments) I do realize that some people use these sites for frivilous things and for scamming people. All that that I can do is to give my word that I promise to pay it forward. In my life I have been through an extraordinary amount of human suffering and it is a miracle that I am alive still to tell my story, and for that I am truly greatful and I am here still for a reason. It is not so bad to live without certain basic human needs, it's the having too that is very heartbreaking.

Sincerely,

Angela K. Baker

To whom it may concern:

My name is Angela K. Baker. I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin and have been living with diagnosis of Systemic Lupus since I was fourteen years (I am now 34 DOB 06/16/1977). Although as a child, I knew there was something a little different about myself compared to my twin brother Johnathan. I could never run and play with the other children because my body just would not keep up with the other kids. It always felt like I had sandbags attached to me and I would pass out in the sunlight, I was always exhausted and my body cried out in pain. I just didn't know why. I can remember being like this all the way back to my kindergarten year. Not that my parents were bad people, it just seemed like they just didn't have anymore to give, there problems were so on the surface, (both of my parents are alcoholics, and my mother has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) since I was born and as for my father, he spent a large part of my life locked away in the Wisconsin jail system (due to his own alcohol induced indescretions.) At fourteen I got a full-time job to pay for my medical bills and a part-time job working at a nursing home to help my family. I have always been stuborn and a fighter, but at this point in my life the fight has just about been exstinguished out of me and I have to admit that I need some help. Over the last twenty years I have been under anasthetic approximately 125 times. I am missing more parts than I have. I feel like an experiment gone wrong or a human pin coushon. I hope that at least some of my surgical suffering at least helped the surgeons learn something from my body...You see I have lived longer than anyone that they know of with this kind of Lupus. It usually manifesters in the late 30's or 40's not in children. My most recent operation was on June 9th 2011, to fix holes in my intestines that were accidentley left after my colon was removed (my colon exploded after it had been recected four times) Right now I have an Illyectomy system that does not work correctly, it leaks blood, bile, puss, fecal liquid ect. and the plastic appliances do not work on me because my skin is so sensative from the Lupus. My medical exspenses are so astronomical even with Medicare and I struggle every month to pay my basic needs (rent, public service water copays ect) I was forced to retire at 23 my body deceided it just couldn't do it anymore, even though I worked very hard to put myself through college so that I could have a decent job that I enjoyed. Thank God that it does not take much to feed me, because the state of WI says that I do not qualify for food stamps or medical assistance, I make $4.oo a month too much. I am not asking for large donations, I know the ecomomy is bad and we are all struggling. What I am asking that when you balance your checking account that you round up to the nearest dollar and please donate the change. My goal is to collect enough money to see a special surgeon at Freodert Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He would like to see if he can help me have some kind of quality of life and end some of the suffering that I have been enduring for a long time . I would be happy if I even received a little relief. I don't remember what it is like to feel healthy, everyone in this life deserves at least a shot at it... If I am given the help that I need, I fully intend to open my home again as a safe house ( I am not able to do that now because of the leaking illeostmy ) and I would love to a foster mom to any child who needs a good loving and stable home. The way I am right now is horrible ( I have not left my home in over six months excluding doctor appointments) I do realize that some people use these sites for frivilous things and for scamming people. All that that I can do is to give my word that I promise to pay it forward. In my life I have been through an extraordinary amount of human suffering and it is a miracle that I am alive still to tell my story, and for that I am truly greatful and I am here still for a reason. It is not so bad to live without certain basic human needs, it's the having too that is very heartbreaking.

Sincerely,

Angela K. Baker

To whom it may concern:

My name is Angela K. Baker. I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin and have been living with diagnosis of Systemic Lupus since I was fourteen years (I am now 34 DOB 06/16/1977). Although as a child, I knew there was something a little different about myself compared to my twin brother Johnathan. I could never run and play with the other children because my body just would not keep up with the other kids. It always felt like I had sandbags attached to me and I would pass out in the sunlight, I was always exhausted and my body cried out in pain. I just didn't know why. I can remember being like this all the way back to my kindergarten year. Not that my parents were bad people, it just seemed like they just didn't have anymore to give, there problems were so on the surface, (both of my parents are alcoholics, and my mother has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) since I was born and as for my father, he spent a large part of my life locked away in the Wisconsin jail system (due to his own alcohol induced indescretions.) At fourteen I got a full-time job to pay for my medical bills and a part-time job working at a nursing home to help my family. I have always been stuborn and a fighter, but at this point in my life the fight has just about been exstinguished out of me and I have to admit that I need some help. Over the last twenty years I have been under anasthetic approximately 125 times. I am missing more parts than I have. I feel like an experiment gone wrong or a human pin coushon. I hope that at least some of my surgical suffering at least helped the surgeons learn something from my body...You see I have lived longer than anyone that they know of with this kind of Lupus. It usually manifesters in the late 30's or 40's not in children. My most recent operation was on June 9th 2011, to fix holes in my intestines that were accidentley left after my colon was removed (my colon exploded after it had been recected four times) Right now I have an Illyectomy system that does not work correctly, it leaks blood, bile, puss, fecal liquid ect. and the plastic appliances do not work on me because my skin is so sensative from the Lupus. My medical exspenses are so astronomical even with Medicare and I struggle every month to pay my basic needs (rent, public service water copays ect) I was forced to retire at 23 my body deceided it just couldn't do it anymore, even though I worked very hard to put myself through college so that I could have a decent job that I enjoyed. Thank God that it does not take much to feed me, because the state of WI says that I do not qualify for food stamps or medical assistance, I make $4.oo a month too much. I am not asking for large donations, I know the ecomomy is bad and we are all struggling. What I am asking that when you balance your checking account that you round up to the nearest dollar and please donate the change. My goal is to collect enough money to see a special surgeon at Freodert Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He would like to see if he can help me have some kind of quality of life and end some of the suffering that I have been enduring for a long time . I would be happy if I even received a little relief. I don't remember what it is like to feel healthy, everyone in this life deserves at least a shot at it... If I am given the help that I need, I fully intend to open my home again as a safe house ( I am not able to do that now because of the leaking illeostmy ) and I would love to a foster mom to any child who needs a good loving and stable home. The way I am right now is horrible ( I have not left my home in over six months excluding doctor appointments) I do realize that some people use these sites for frivilous things and for scamming people. All that that I can do is to give my word that I promise to pay it forward. In my life I have been through an extraordinary amount of human suffering and it is a miracle that I am alive still to tell my story, and for that I am truly greatful and I am here still for a reason. It is not so bad to live without certain basic human needs, it's the having too that is very heartbreaking.

Sincerely,

Angela K. Baker

My name is Missy. I am a 49 year old struggling grandmother of 3 sweet, beautiful boys, ages 5, 7 and 8. I am trying desperately to save and protect my grandsons and ensure their futures. I would not ask help if it were only for me. I am asking for help for them, so that my 3 innocent little grandsons will be safe, secure and have a chance in life. As things stand right now, we will be homeless within the next 2 weeks.
My greatest fear is that when (not if) I do become homeless, which isn’t that far off, the state will take my grandsons because we have no place to live, split them up and put them in foster homes. That thought scares the hell out of me. I am all those sweet little boys have. And if they lose each other too, after losing everyone and everything else that they known and loved, I fear their lives will be ruined at the tender ages of 5, 7 and 8.
I suffer from PTSD, COPD and fibromyalgia and each day I struggle with mental distress and physical pain. We live near the New Orleans Metro Area in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. We were displaced for a year after Hurricane Katrina, came back, bought a mobile home in Lafitte, Louisiana and tried to rebuild our lives. In 2008, when Hurricanes Gustav and Ike hit us back to back, our home was flooded with more than 4 feet of water; unreachable, except by boat for over 2 weeks.
At that time, my mother, age 75, had been experiencing the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s as well as a series of strokes which affected the memory and impulse control centers of her brain due to a vascular disease which severely decreased the flow of blood to those areas of her brain. During these TIA’s and small strokes/seizures, she behaved erratically and during larger ones she could become paranoid and psychotic. She had to be hospitalized for several of the more severe episodes, as she was becoming a danger to herself and others. The effects of these episodes lingered for days, sometimes weeks. Afterwards, she had no memory of anything that happened during that time period.
After the storms, we moved in with my mother to help her and because we did, FEMA stopped helping us. And since we could not afford to rebuild again without FEMA’s help, we lost our home. The recent BP oil spill was just another deep blow to our already struggling local economy.
Mom required 24/7/365 assistance and supervision, which she could not afford. She was eventually diagnosed with vascular disease of the brain and Alzheimer’s. Due to the region of her brain that was affected her disease went unnoticed for several years, until she had a large enough stroke to prompt her to seek medical attention. This diagnosis explained her erratic behavior of the past several years, I have since been homebound, unable to leave mom untended for any length of time and unable to work outside the home due to my mother’s need for the past 3 years.
My mother passed away this past April at the age of 79. She had suffered from Alzheimer's and vascular dementia, suffering several major and minor strokes and seizures over the past 6+ years. On April 9th she suffered a massive stroke, lingering for 9 days before passing on the 18th. God rest her soul, I miss her. I loved my mom very much and did everything I could to help her.
To add to the difficulties already faced by our loss, my youngest daughter, who had been living in Ohio with what turned out to be a conman/ junkie twice her age that saw a vulnerable young woman with 3 children and took advantage of that fact, had been physically, verbally and emotionally abusive to all of them for the past 1½ years. 2 weeks before Mom passed, she got in major legal trouble in Ohio and sent my 3 young grandsons to me to raise.
Now, things have turned for the worst... On August 17th we discovered that my eldest daughter took my mother to an attorney and had her write a will leaving everything my mother had to her and excluding me! This abominable act was done 1 month after Hurricane Katrina when ALL of us were distraught and displaced from the storm! My mom was not in her right mind at that time, even though a full diagnosis had not yet been made on her true condition.... Also, in Louisiana, the bar for mental competency is set so low that so long as you are not actively drooling and babbling in front of the judge/attorney/witnesses you are considered competent!! It doesn’t matter if you won’t remember doing it five minutes later either. My mother, in her right mind, would NEVER have disinherited me.
Now, my greedy, self-serving, ungrateful eldest child decided that she will evict us so she can try to sell my mother's home, in which I and my grandsons, her nephews still live, so she can pay off mom's debt, which she exaggerates, and her student loans. She is fully aware of our circumstances, she just doesn’t care. The only transportation I have for my grandsons is the truck my mom gave me before her death, but did not have the money to transfer title on. It is now part of mom’s estate and she took that too.
I called the Clerk in division where probate/ succession on my mom were filed... Clerk said that I need an attorney to file contest to the will, herein lies the problem... there is not 1 single legal aid agency in the ENTIRE New Orleans Metro area that can handle a contested will!! There are also no private attorneys that will handle it either, unless there's big money in it for them, which in this case there is not.
Clerk also said she has no idea why I was never notified. Judge signed off regardless. There seems to be no justice for the poor in this country... since we can't afford to pay the exorbitant fees of a private attorney, which seems to be a necessity to get anything done in the courts. I have tried appealing to my daughter’s sense of decency, but she doesn’t seem to have one. Her actions are despicable and deplorable. I am ashamed to be her mother. It breaks my heart and sickens me to know that I brought such a hateful, selfish, greedy, heartless person into this world. I did not raise her to be that way.
I've called every single legal aid agency in my area; including the Bar Assoc. Lawyer referral service... no one will help because there just isn't any money in it for them... sad state this country is in when the poor cannot get justice anywhere.
We were told by the eviction court judge on Sept 12th, that we have 24 hours to vacate our home... stating that our situation is a matter for probate court. Thankfully, we found a place, however, we still need about $800.00 more to pay the $420.00 we still owe our new landlord to avoid eviction from this new place by the 5th of October plus $365.00 to the light company which will be past due (cut off)on the 7th and includes a new deposit and transfer fee.

I've also called churches and other charitable organizations for help... there are so many families in need in the New Orleans metro area that any help is minimal. ALL homeless shelters are full up with waiting lists so long they are no longer taking applications for assistance.
I have applied for Section 8 housing, but there is a HUGE waiting list. The HUD Section 8 waiting list in Louisiana is backlogged 5+ years and has more than 20,000 applicants still waiting for vouchers, many of whom are currently homeless. They are not accepting any new applicants.
I have contacted EVERY charitable and public/community service agency that I can think of for help... none has been forthcoming as of yet..... Is there ANYONE out there with a heart who can and will help us? I have nowhere else to turn.
I’ve spent days seeking legal help... bottom line... none available... so since if my defense is denied and I can't fight the eviction then we are out on the streets with nowhere to go.
My nerves are shot; the house hunt is not going well.
I am hurt by my daughter’s actions and so sickened over all of this mess that I can barely think straight. I cry myself to sleep every night and awake with tears in my eyes and a rock in the pit of my stomach. Yet I dry them and try to be strong and act as if everything is normal for my grandsons who need me now more than ever. I still haven’t had time to grieve my mother’s death.
We are now faced with trying to find alternate housing that we can afford on the $840.00 a month income that I receive in Kinship Care for my grandsons. Fat chance in this over-priced rental market. Even a 1 bedroom apartment in Crack Alley goes for more than my income in this post-Katrina/Gustav/Ike market.
And it's starting to look like me and my grandsons will be homeless very soon... by the end of the 1st week in October.
Their mother is in prison and their deadbeat, psycho father hasn't been seen in almost 2 years, ever since he beat the hell out of his girlfriend, killed their little dog in front of my boys, stole and trashed her car and ended up in a mental hospital wanting to kill himself... my babies have had enough grief and loss in their lives... they need love, help and compassion.... and a decent place to live... soon!
We’re trying to stay in this area because my boyfriend of 11 years, and my only help, has an elderly, widowed mother who needs his help too. And we are all she has. She cannot take us in because her trailer is very small and there is no room for 5 more people in it.
Work is also scarce and hard to find in the New Orleans metro area due to the huge influx of big out of state companies with their out of state workers getting all of the bigger jobs and contracts and the even larger influx of foreign laborers so severely underbidding the smaller construction jobs, cutting local workers and sub-contractors, like my boyfriend, right out of the job market. Every day he goes out hunting for work taking any job offered.
I have prayed on this so hard and so often since this mess all began. I have put my burden in Jesus' Hands. For He is the only one that can save us. I can only hope that he sends us Angels to deliver us soon, for without help from someone, somewhere here on earth we are lost. I feel so lost and utterly alone... this truly is my darkest hour.
If there is ANYONE out there who can offer assistance, legal, residential, financial, whatever help you can give... please contact me ASAP. I have exhausted all available resources.
Right now, I can barely afford toilet paper to wipe our butts with.
We are thankful and grateful for the help we have received from 5 of my 267 facebook friends, our local churches and the 2nd Harvest Food Bank, as well as some assistance on our utility bill from our local community action organization. That meager help has helped us survive thus far, but our resources are nearly spent. Please have mercy on us and donate whatever you can to help me save my family. If enough people with a heart and some compassion give up just 1 cup of Latte from Starbucks and donate to help save us, we will be able to make it… small donations add up and every little bit helps.
Thank you for listening to my problems and for your consideration of my plight.
May God Bless you tenfold for any help you send us.
Proverbs 3: 3-7
Let not mercy and truth forsakes you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart,
And so find favor and high esteem in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.

I am a 49 year old struggling grandmother of 3 sweet, beautiful boys, ages 5, 7 and 8. I am desperately trying to save and protect my grandsons and ensure their futures. I would not ask help if it were only for me. I am asking for help for them, so that my 3 innocent little grandsons will be safe, secure and have a chance in life. As things stand right now, we will be homeless within the next 2 weeks.
My greatest fear is that when (not if) I do become homeless, which isn’t that far off, the state will take my grandsons because we have no place to live, split them up and put them in foster homes. That thought scares the hell out of me. I am all those sweet little boys have. And if they lose each other too, after losing everyone and everything else that they known and loved, I fear their lives will be ruined at the tender ages of 5, 7 and 8.
I suffer from COPD and fibromyalgia and each day I struggle with physical pain. We live near the New Orleans Metro Area in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. We were displaced for a year after Hurricane Katrina, came back, bought a mobile home in Lafitte, Louisiana and tried to rebuild our lives. In 2008, when Hurricanes Gustav and Ike hit us back to back, our home was flooded with more than 4 feet of water; unreachable, except by boat for over 2 weeks.
At that time, my mother, age 75, had been experiencing the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s as well as a series of strokes which affected the memory and impulse control centers of her brain due to a vascular disease which severely decreased the flow of blood to those areas of her brain. During these TIA’s and small strokes/seizures, she behaved erratically and during larger ones she could become paranoid and psychotic. She had to be hospitalized for several of the more severe episodes, as she was becoming a danger to herself and others. The effects of these “episodes” lingered for days, sometimes weeks. Afterwards, she had no memory of anything that happened during that time period.
After the storms, we moved in with my mother to help her and because we did, FEMA stopped helping us. And since we could not afford to rebuild again without FEMA’s help, we lost our home. The recent BP oil spill was just another deep blow to our already struggling local economy.
She required 24/7/365 assistance and supervision, which she could not afford. She was eventually diagnosed with vascular disease of the brain and Alzheimer’s. Due to the region of her brain that was affected her disease went unnoticed for several years, until she had a large enough stroke to prompt her to seek medical attention. This diagnosis explained her erratic behavior of the past several years, I have since been homebound, unable to leave mom untended for any length of time and unable to work outside the home due to my mother’s need for the past 3 years.
My mother passed away this past April at the age of 79. She had suffered from Alzheimer's and vascular dementia, suffering several major and minor strokes and seizures over the past 6+ years. On April 9th she suffered a massive stroke, lingering for 9 days before passing on the 18th. God rest her soul, I miss her. I loved my mom very much and did everything I could to help her.
To add to the difficulties already faced by our loss, my youngest daughter, who had been living in Ohio with what turned out to be a conman/ junkie twice her age that saw a vulnerable young woman with 3 children and took advantage of that fact, had been physically, verbally and emotionally abusive to all of them for the past 1 ½ years. 2 weeks before Mom passed, she got in major legal trouble in Ohio and sent my 3 young grandsons to me to raise.
Now, things have turned for the worst... On August 17th we discovered that my eldest daughter took my mother to an attorney and had her write a will leaving everything my mother had to her and excluding me! This abominable act was done 1 month after Hurricane Katrina when ALL of us were distraught and displaced from the storm! My mom was not in her right mind at that time, even though a full diagnosis had not yet been made on her true condition.... Also, in Louisiana, the bar for mental competency is set so low that so long as you are not actively drooling and babbling in front of the judge/attorney/witnesses you are considered competent!! It doesn’t matter if you won’t remember doing it five minutes later either.
Now, my greedy, self-serving, ungrateful eldest child has decided that she will evict us so she can try to sell my mother's home, in which I and my grandsons, her nephews still live, so she can pay off mom's debt, which she exaggerates, and her student loans. She is fully aware of our circumstances… she just doesn’t care. The only transportation I have for my grandsons is the truck my mom gave me before her death, but did not have the money to transfer title on. It is now part of mom’s estate and she wants that too.
I called the Clerk in division where probate/ succession on my mom were filed... Clerk said that I need an attorney to file contest to the will… herein lies the problem... there is not 1 single legal aid agency in the ENTIRE New Orleans Metro area that can handle a contested will!! There are also no private attorneys that will handle it either, unless there's big money in it for them, which in this case there is not.
Clerk also said she has no idea why I was never notified… Judge signed off regardless. There seems to be no justice for the poor in this country... since we can't afford to pay the exorbitant fees of a private attorney, which seems to be a necessity to get anything done in the courts.
I received a 10 day "Notice to Vacate" posted on the door August 24, 2011. My daughter wants immediate possession of the property she manipulated/unduly influenced my mentally ill mother into willing to her barely 1 month after Hurricane Katrina. I don't know where we will go. I will have enough money on September 3rd to pay either 1 month's rent or the deposit, but can't raise both in time I have left. I also have the added expenses of my regular utility bills and new expenses for the transfer of utility services and/or deposits, and transportation. So I need to raise about $2000.00 within the coming 2 week period.
I have tried appealing to my daughter’s sense of decency, but she doesn’t seem to have one. Her actions are despicable and deplorable. I am ashamed to be her mother. It breaks my heart and sickens me to know that I brought such a hateful, selfish, greedy, heartless person into this world. I did not raise her to be that way.
I've called every single legal aid agency in my area; including the Bar Assoc. Lawyer referral service... no one will help because there just isn't any money in it for them... sad state this country is in when the poor cannot get justice anywhere.
I've also called churches and other charitable organizations for help... there are so many families in need in the New Orleans metro area that any help is minimal. ALL homeless shelters are full up with waiting lists so long they are no longer taking applications for assistance.
I have applied for Section 8 housing, but there is a HUGE waiting list. The HUD Section 8 waiting list in Louisiana is backlogged 5+ years and has more than 20,000 applicants still waiting for vouchers, many of whom are currently homeless. They are not accepting any new applicants.
I have contacted EVERY charitable and public/community service agency that I can think of for help... none has been forthcoming as of yet..... Is there ANYONE out there with a heart who can and will help us? I have nowhere else to turn.
I’ve spent days seeking legal help... bottom line... none available... so since if my defense is denied and I can't fight the eviction then we are out on the streets with nowhere to go.
My nerves are shot; the house hunt is not going well.
I am hurt by my daughter’s actions and so sickened over all of this mess that I can barely think straight. I cry myself to sleep every night and awake with tears in my eyes and a rock in the pit of my stomach. Yet I dry them and try to be strong and act as if everything is normal for my grandsons who need me now more than ever. I still haven’t had time to grieve my mother’s death.
We are now faced with trying to find alternate housing that we can afford on the $840.00 a month income that I receive in Kinship Care for my grandsons. Fat chance in this over-priced rental market. Even a 1 bedroom apartment in “Crack Alley” goes for more than my income in this post-Katrina/Gustav/Ike market.
And it's starting to look like me and my grandsons will be homeless very soon... by the end of the 1st week in September.
Their mother is in prison and their deadbeat, psycho father hasn't been seen in almost 2 years, ever since he beat the hell out of his girlfriend, killed their little dog in front of my boys, stole and trashed her car and ended up in a mental hospital wanting to kill himself... my babies have had enough grief and loss in their lives... they need love, help and compassion.... and a decent place to live... soon!
We’re trying to stay in this area because my boyfriend of 11 years, and my only help, has an elderly, widowed mother who needs his help too. And we are all she has. She cannot take us in because her trailer is very small and there is no room for 5 more people in it.
Work is also scarce and hard to find in the New Orleans metro area due to the huge influx of big out of state companies with their out of state workers getting all of the bigger jobs and contracts and the even larger influx of foreign laborers so severely underbidding the smaller construction jobs, cutting local workers and sub-contractors, like my boyfriend, right out of the job market. Every day he goes out hunting for work taking any job offered.
I have prayed on this so hard and so often since this mess all began. I have put my burden in Jesus' Hands. For He is the only one that can save us. I can only hope that he sends us an Angel to deliver us soon, for without help from someone, somewhere here on earth we are lost. I feel so lost and utterly alone... this truly is my darkest hour.
If there is ANYONE out there who can offer assistance, legal, residential, financial, whatever help you can give... please contact me ASAP. I have exhausted all available resources.
I need at least 2 bedrooms in a safe neighborhood... my total income is $840.00 per month... Right now, I can barely afford toilet paper to wipe our butts with.
We are thankful and grateful for the help we have received from our local churches and the 2nd Harvest Food Bank, as well as some assistance on our utility bill from our local community action organization. That meager help has helped us survive thus far, but our resources are nearly spent. Please have mercy on us and donate whatever you can to help me save my family… every little bit helps.
Thank you for listening to my problems and for your consideration of my plight.
May God Bless you tenfold for any help you send us.
Proverbs 3: 3-7
Let not mercy and truth forsakes you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart,
And so find favor and high esteem in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.

Hello everyone, I really need help paying my rent. My landlord has been cutting me a little slack but I would need need $800 ASAP continue to live in my apt. I lost my job at the end of May, I filed for unemployment but was denied. I applied for cash assistance from Human Resources on June 9th, I've been actively doing job search everyday going to back to work programs and trainings. I basically did everything I was told but today they tell me that my case had been rejected for the second time.
I really don't know what to do, I cannot borrow from friends, they r struggling with their expenses and my mother is the only fam I really have and she does not have either. I appreciate everyone who reads this, any donation would be greatly appreciated. If you would like to contact me, my email is muddyplanet@aim.com.

Last year, I moved a thousand miles away from home to go to college. Me, my friend, and my girlfriend shared an apartment. I struggled to find a job while attending class for about 8 hours a day (accelerated schedule). This was the only way I would be able to make it. This whole time, my room mate didn't pay me a dime. I finally kicked him out, and now I won't be able to finish college here. I will be moving home to attend community college in March, but I just lost my job and have been selling my plasma to make ends meet. But, our bills this month were more than expected and I decided that we needed the roof over our heads and power before groceries. At this point, my fridge and pantry are empty, and I can't donate plasma again until the 9th. So, I just need enough money to buy groceries until then. I would really appreciate any help, I'm beginning to get really hungry!

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

Hi, my name is Joe and I live with my dad. I am 21 years old.

I bought my 92' Honda with 1200 hard earned cash 3 years ago.
recently I got into a accident and it was totaled.




My friend had a 98' camaro that he wanted to sell me due to my misfortune.

I bought it on a private payment plan of $200 a month for $2000. I had a job at a local Chinese carry-out as a delivery driver, so I was able to pay for the payments.
I have paid off $1480 since the purchase....

overtime my dad had to fork over about $1500 in repairs/towing fee's as the car was in poor mechanical shape, and we had no idea all the work that needed to be done...so he is unable to help, as that was the emergency savings we had...

last month I have lost my job after 1-1/2 years, they just let me go.

It was under the table so I cannot collect unemployment.
I have filled out over 100 applications and no bites at all..

I have no high school diploma or GED, as I was home schooled by my mother, who has bi-polar disorder w/ psychotic episodes. I haven't learned much since the 3rd grade lol...tried high school in 9th grade, and failed horribly..

my dad since has divorced from my mother... at my mothers choice. my dad wanted to be with her "in sickness and in health" but my mothers illness wouldn't allow it...


I haven't had time to get either degree (HSD or GED) as I have BASIC math skills, which I must bring it up to at least basic algebra, and don't have time to "study" as I've been trying to keep our family afloat by supporting myself/paying my dad rent through working overtime..

I need Financial help in fear of losing my home, and my car that I need for future work, as I cannot put up my part for rent or the payment.

As degrading as it is to post a big "help me" sign on the internet, I have no other choice as I am soon to be in a cardboard Box.....thank you for your time

Joseph B. Gerber

My husband is severely disabled he is 43 and has had 6 strokes and has severe arthritis. We fell behind in rent due to the engine blowing in my car.Which is needed to get him to and from the doctor. I'm unable to work due to the fact i need to be with him 24 hours a day. Starting in Dec. I will get paid to take care of him. We need 1,200 to bring our rent current by Nov. 9th or we have to move!! We also have 5 children. I could start to pay the money back in Dec. Thank you for your time.

First I would like to say that I have read some of the stories here and wish that I could help. My prayers are with all of the people here who need the help of kind strangers.

My story. I am the mother of 3 great kids. My husband was a wonderful man until an injury lead to his addiction of pain pills. We tried rehab and counseling several times to no avail. Four years ago I had to ask him to leave. My energy needed to be put into taking care of my Children. From that moment I went to work and have provided all that I could to keep things going by working 2 jobs. This past year I took a little break from one job to go back to school so that I can earn more money. It was a sacrifice that pinched. I lost my car due to unaffordable car repairs. I'm not complaining about that. I can take the bus. My son has always been my biggest supporter. He has worked from the time he was 14 to try and help out. He has taken care of his own needs so that his sisters could have a little more. He has worked hard over the years and now he is enrolled in an Art school in another state. He always calls home to see if their is anything we need while he is living on pennies.He is working and going to school determined to make a better life. We have applied for financial aide and are grateful for that help. He received a letter stating there was a mistake on his award letter and he would have to pay 3,000 dollars by September 9th to stay in school. My heart is broken. We have sacrificed and worked hard to get him there. I have tried everything I could to try and help. Because my credit history was wrecked from my husband I do not qualify for a loan. My family has helped with his school supplies and money to help get him there so I can't ask them for any more help. His grandfather agreed to co sign a student loan and we were relieved. Turns out my son's father screwed up again and is in rehab and needless to say his father is footing the bill. He backed out on co signing the student loan and now there are just days until the money is due. I need help to try and raise the money to help my son stay where he deserves to be. If anyone could help it would be greatly appreciated. I don't have anywhere else to turn. Thank you for taking the time to read about my hardship.