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I am a proud mum of 4 beautiful boys who is now drowning in debt.
I am about to loose my home and I am not too sure where to turn.
I work full time for a large Australian company. I spend everyday working with drug addicts, alcoholism & homelessness, so I know that there are people worse of than me.
I just want to secure the roof over our heads and stop the nasty phone calls and letters demanding money.
Any help would be greatly appreciated

Thanks

Hi my name is Danielle Gonzalez. Im 22 yrs old and just had my daughter Jaylynn Dejesus on November 22 of 2011(shes my 1st and only child). My boyfriends name is Julian Dejesus ,he's 21 yrs old. Julian is currently incarcertaed at the manhattan detention center in downtown manhattan, New york city. Julian is severally emotionally disturbed and suffers from anxiety as well he also has a diagnosis of minor adhd. .He was originally arrested for possesion with intention to sell. While he was awaiting the judge at the benches in court his ex lawyer(legal aid) had told he and I that he would be facing some serious time and she also stated to him that I was not coming to the courthouse which also would cause him to panic. Julian had paniced and try to flee from court. He is know charged with possession with intention to sell, assault on an officer(allegedly) and escape. His next court date is on jan 4th 2012. If it is possible for him to do an impatient program without any jailtime please help me get that for him.hes been in there sence he was arrested on December 1st. If theres is anything you can assist me with even if you can't personally help I'de really appreciate the guidance im really desprite and would like to do what ever I can to help him. Julian Is not a bad person this is his first offence and there kind of trying to throw away the key. He has so much more to offer and deserves a second chance at life to show everyone how wonderful of a person he can be. He had NO guidance what so ever as a young kid. No mother of father his grandmother is illiterate and the rest of his family are drug addicts. he grew up in a domestic violence home. he raised his self on the streets living from crack house to crack house.Im not asking for any pitty or any money im just asking for help and understanding, i want him to see there are good people out there who do care even without any attachments to a person. Please help me, I beg you!(his bail is 12,000) but i cannot afford that at all!!)please help meeee!!!any donations help pls

$30 would be an amazing gift so that we can have a dinner for Thanksgiving. We are frugal. We are not addicts or mean people. It is very tough times and we are really struggling hard. We cannot afford to get a Thanksgiving dinner. It would be very very appreciated. It would really make our whole holiday. It will be used for what we say it will, a dinner. If there are other donations (which I don't really expect), we will use it for coat and boots for my husband. He will be working out in the cold, and has serious health problems. Thank you, we will remember you, and God Bless you.

So, I guess this is where I tell my story and list my reasons for needing assistance. This isn't so much begging as a loan request because I do intend to repay every cent to anyone who feels inclined to help.

Basically, I grew up in and out of group/foster homes because both of my parents were heroin addicts. Before I was taken away from them at age four we lived in junky squat motels where my father would boost and my mother would prostitute to support their habit. Eventually they were both arrested for crimes committed to support their habit and that's when I was made a ward of the state.

For a brief period my father got out of prison, cleaned up, and I lived with him from when I was about 8 to 11. He got me out of the foster home I was living in, met a woman at the church he started attending and got a job as a truck driver. While he was gone at work she would beat me continuing the abuse I endured previously in the foster homes I was shuffled through. It didn't take long until he started using again, and we found out that he had contracted AIDS from sharing dirty needles while he was in prison. During the time he was sick I ended up having to take care of him every day after I got home from school because my abusive stepmother was either at work or would have nothing to do with him when she wasn't. Of course, he got progressively worse and my step-mom decided she no longer wanted to support either of us, so she stuck him in a hospice. I came home from school one day and the paramedics were loading him into the back of an ambulance. For the next month she would not tell me where he was or let me contact him. At the end of that month, she left me on the doorstep of my grandmother's house (mom's mom) and was gone.

My father died about 3 weeks after that, but because my biological mother was living at my grandmother's as well we did make daily trips to see him those last weeks. A small mercy being able to spend some time with him before he died. My biological mother had gotten out of prison after my father had and had moved in with my grandmother because she was trying to get clean, but that did not last long and while we would go visit my father she would cop dope and fix up my dying father in front of me, as well as use herself. A couple weeks after my father died she split back out onto the streets leaving me in the care of my grandmother.

Needless to say with so much turmoil in my life I freaked out at this point. My grandmother couldn't handle her newly teenage grandson with so many emotional problems and kicked me out because I was so unruly. I lived on the streets, in and out of group homes until I was about 16 where finally I landed in a well run group home with staff that actually cared about the kids that lived there until I graduated high school. I re-established contact with my grandmother and mother who was once again trying to get clean. That didn't last and when she was out on the streets this time caught a lengthy prison sentence.

When I turned 18 I had to leave the group home so I stayed with friends and lived on the streets for a while again, but eventually ended moving back in with my grandmother. Not long after that she ended up being diagnosed with lung cancer. I spent the next few years nursing her, taking her back and forth to chemo and radiation treatments everyday after working the night shift as a waiter. During that time my mother got out of prison, but could no longer run the streets because now she was diagnosed with emphysema.

My grandmother did have a brief remission, but finally did succumb to her disease. After that, my mother's disease started getting progressively worse and worse. To top it all off after that she herself was also diagnosed with lung cancer. Thankfully during that time I did have some help taking care of her because I found a wonderful woman who became my fiancée. We took turns taking my mother to her chemo and radiation treatments.

Now, there is a lot more detail to this story with many more ins and outs, but that is the general outline. I guess you're probably wondering where the begging comes in and what I need it for?

Ok, here goes:

During that time my fiancée's horse riding lesson business tanked, and because of the nature of my mother's disease someone always had to be home with her because she would fall asleep sitting up and choke her self to death so someone always had to be home with her precluding at least one of us from having a regular job. We got a small stipend from the state for taking care of her in home, and she would do web design and find odd jobs off of craigslist/the internet and that's how we'd survive every month.

Unfortunately it ended up not being enough to survive or get my mother to her treatments every day. She was on medicare and the closest hospital that would accept her insurance was 40 miles each way. So, she ended up shoplifting groceries for us and got caught. I bailed her out and we took care of her case, or at least we thought we had. Cut to 2 days ago, my fiancée and I are awoken by bounty hunters stating that she missed a court date and they had to take her in. Her bail is $20,000 because now she has a failure to appear, and since my mother died about 6 months ago she's been taking care of me and has been the sole bread winner like I was when her business was tanking.

Our rent was due 3 days ago and the manager of the extended stay hotel place we live at told me we needed to be out by yesterday. I have about $10 to my name and if I don't have $600 to him in the next day or two I am sure his patience is going to run out and me, and my two dogs are going to be out on the streets, my fiancée will not have a home to come back to when she gets out of jail, and we will lose all of our stuff. If any of these details are unclear of if you have any questions about my situation please do not hesitate to ask.

If there is anyone out there that is inclined to help us in any way our gratitude would be eternal. As I said, this would be a loan. We would both work to pay you back as quickly as possible and I am not opposed to working for it now if someone has work for me to do. Also, if anyone would be inclined to help bail her out we could pay you back even more quickly. Neither of us has any family to fall back on or ask for help so this is the last thing I could think to do.

Feel free to contact me any time, and I will get back to you as soon as I can! Thank you for reading this, and considering to help. My gratitude is immense and eternal.

-Jason

Im only 26 years old. I lost my job, an unborn child, my car and a steady place to stay in a very short period of time. Im now living at the Atlantic City rescue mission in Atlantic City NJ where I am writing this post. Its overcrowded, unsanitary and operated terribly and filled with drug addicts, alcholics and career homeless people that gave up a long time ago, however, its the only place i have to go. All i have is sanity and pride. Im very underweight. No one will even give me an interview to sell myself for a job. Im just looking for a way out of here. a dime will be a blessing a dollar would be a miracle. Hotel rooms start at $30 a night here. I just want to get out before i get sick. Thank you for your time

Im only 26 years old. I lost my job, an unborn child, my car and a steady place to stay in a very short period of time. Im now living at the Atlantic City rescue mission in Atlantic City NJ where I am writing this post. Its overcrowded, unsanitary and operated terribly and filled with drug addicts, alcholics and career homeless people that gave up a long time ago, however, its the only place i have to go. No one will even give me an interview to sell myself for a job. Im just looking for a way out of here. a dime will be a blessing a dollar would be a miracle. Hotel rooms start at $30 a night here. I just want to get out before i get sick. Thank you for your time

Im only 26 years old. I lost my job, an unborn child, my car and a steady place to stay in a very short period of time. Im now living at the Atlantic City rescue mission in Atlantic City NJ where I am writing this post. Its overcrowded, unsanitary and operated terribly and filled with drug addicts, alcholics and career homeless people that gave up a long time ago, however, its the only place i have to go. No one will even give me an interview to sell myself for a job. Im just looking for a way out of here. a dime will be a blessing a dollar would be a miracle. Hotel rooms start at $30 a night here. I just want to get out before i get sick. Thank you for your time

Im only 26 years old. I lost my job, an unborn child, my car and a steady place to stay in a very short period of time. Im now living at the Atlantic City rescue mission in Atlantic City NJ where I am writing this post. Its overcrowded, unsanitary and operated terribly and filled with drug addicts, alcholics and career homeless people that gave up a long time ago, however, its the only place i have to go. No one will even give me an interview to sell myself for a job. Im just looking for a way out of here. a dime will be a blessing a dollar would be a miracle. Hotel rooms start at $30 a night here. I just want to get out before i get sick. Thank you for your time

I am a 53-year-old divorced mom of two teenagers who is struggling to find work, keep my home, and pay my bills. 2010 has been the most difficult year of my life, as I have had to deal with three major sources of stress all at the same time. The first one (financial) actually began in April 2009 when I injured my right hand in a table saw accident which required hand surgery (almost $5000, which I am still paying off) and prevented me from being able to work for a couple of months. (I am self-employed and do minor home remodeling, as well as decluttering and organizing.) I got behind on all of my bills (two mortgages, medical bills and credit cards) and have been within days of my home being foreclosed upon on three different occasions since then. I have worked really hard to market myself and find enough work to get caught back up, working 10-12 hours a day six days a week when I had enough work to do so. This past May I finally managed to get completely caught up on all my bills, which was a tremendous relief.

Throughout this time, both of my teenagers were living with me and since January I had been doing everything I could to help my 19-year-old son get into the Marines, as I felt it was the only thing that could get him back on the right track in life. I knew he had been drinking, smoking pot and doing some drugs throughout his high school years, but had no idea at the time how bad it was, so I ended up wasting six months taking him to work out with the Marines at the recruiting office five days a week in addition to many other Marine-related things. The last week of June, about a week after he failed his drug test at his Marine physical, I discovered that he had stolen several hundred dollars from my bank account. The next five weeks were utter hell. I managed to get him to admit to me that he was addicted to heroin. We have a tremendous problem where we live with teenagers getting hooked on OxyContin and then switching to heroin (both opiates) because it is about 1/10th the cost of OxyContin. Thank God, my son is scared to death of needles and never injected it (he was smoking five balloons of black-tar heroin a day). If you have lived with a drug addict, you know how it affects every single aspect of your life. Drug addicts are liars, thieves and master manipulators. They can’t help it because their brains have been hijacked by the drug and it is as though they are possessed. The only thing they can think about is how to get more drugs. My sweet, sensitive, smart, funny, loving boy was gone. You cannot reason with an addict and you cannot trust anything they say or do. It is the most unbelievably stress-inducing experience you can imagine. Until his father and I managed to get him into an inpatient rehab facility at the end of July, I spent most of my time dealing with him and trying to keep him from stealing everything in my house so he could either pawn it to get money for drugs or give the items to his drug dealer in exchange for drugs. Among many other things (I could type pages about just those five weeks of all the hell we went through), I had to buy my iPod back from his drug dealer after I discovered it was missing. During those five weeks, my son overdosed once and ended up in the hospital (this happened about a week after I kicked him out of my house). He had no place to go and I was scared to death he would die living on the streets, so I let him sleep on the hammock in my back yard (after I went looking for him and found him stumbling down a sidewalk in a heroin stupor) until he went to rehab (which he had been adamantly fighting against for the prior month) four days later. Because I was only able to work a few days during this period of time and had to spend almost $800 on repairs to my 16-year-old car, I got behind on all my bills again. I have been able to find an average of about 20 hours of work a week since then, so have fallen even further behind. I have been looking for a “real job” for months, without success so far.

Finally – the third source of major stress in my life this year. The love of my life, whom I had been with for 6+ years, ended our relationship in January. We grew up in the same town, went to jr. high and high school together, and I was head-over-heels over him then. We dated after high school, but he was too shy at the time to ask me to marry him, which I later found out he had wanted to do. After 25 years of not having any contact with each other, we reconnected almost seven years ago and it was as though we had never been apart. We were unable to marry at that time because we live in neighboring states and my two children were 11 and 12 then and my ex would not agree to me moving to Colorado and he was unable to move to my state because of his business. I have virtually put my life on hold career-wise for the past seven years, knowing that when my youngest turned 18, I would be moving to Colorado, and so I could have the flexibility in my schedule to make trips to see him every one to two months. Four months before her 18th birthday, he ended our relationship (which was a complete shock; I thought everything was great between us). Needless to say, on top of everything else, this has been very devastating and I am just now beginning to come to terms with the fact that my future with him that I had been working towards and looking forward to all this time is gone, besides dealing with the immense pain of a broken heart. I have felt utterly lost and alone, and very very sad. My wonderful 18-year-old daughter moved out of the house almost three months ago, so it has been kind of hard being in an empty house since then and not having my best friend to talk to every day on the phone like I had done for six years.

I have recently been working for a married mom of four boys, decluttering and organizing her house. Two days ago she called to tell me she had broken her foot and has to keep it elevated for two weeks, so she wants me to wait until after that before coming back to work. I currently have no other job prospects, am desperately looking for work, and worrying about the fact that I have to make two mortgage payments before the end of this month in order to keep from being over 60 days past due, in addition to being at least that far behind on my other bills. I have about $40 in cash, a quarter-tank of gas in my car, and my bank account is upside down.

I have always been a strong person and a survivor (having grown up with an angry alcoholic father). I have never sought any type of government assistance and never will. I have taken care of myself since age 17 and am a hard worker, so it is very difficult for me to ask for help and I apologize for doing so. I assure you that any money you choose to donate to me will only be used to pay bills, put gas in my car, buy groceries, or other similarly legitimate expenses. Thank you so much for helping me out (if you choose to do so). I am humbly grateful.

My name is Allen Tyson I am a recovered alcoholic and addict I m raising money to build an affordable treatment facility In Texas for addicts that need help but can not afford it. Please help