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I;m 18, I was kicked out of my house in January because I told my parents that I'm gay. Well anyways, I borrowed money so I could pay first and last months rent, and have been borrowing money to pay my rent for February through March. I now have a job, but have about $3,000 worth of debt and I just want it GONE, ill never get rid of it on my own, someone please help me! I just want a fresh start so I can prove to my parents that I am ok!

My name is joe allen hughes i am in Avery county N.C Me and my wife need help getting 2000 dollers to buy a car for our little family,, We have been married for 6 years we have a little boy thats 3 years old,, and just a week or two from haveing our second child we are exspecting a little girl,, But we dont have a car to bring her home in,, i have a friend that owns a car lot that says he,ll sell me a grate little four door car, he is asking 5000 for it but says he'll sale it to me for what he has in it whitch is 2000.,, useualy i would never resort to begging but i dont have anywere else to turn,, I just dont know what to do, All this is probublt wishfull thinking to think there someone out there that is willing to help me,, i was thinking if i could get one doller here,, a doller there,, 7 over yonder,, 20 there, maybe it would add up,, and just maybe good things do happen to good people Anyways i geuss i,ll just keep my fingers cross;d and keep looking for a job,, Anyways if anyone is intrested in donateing my address is 1200 powdermill creek road newland N.C 28657 my name is joeallen hughes,,, Every little bit helps.. like my granny used to say pennysmake doller,, Thanks & God bless

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

I want to start something special. I want to start a "pay it forward" kind of collaborative for homeowners that are in trouble. I lost my home 3 years ago and have been saving homes ever since. I have worked to shady loan mod companies but now work for a great law firm stopping sale dates and negotiating with lenders all day. I love it. I would like to begin with a website and blog with real life experiences and answers. I would also process loan modifications and apply for principle reductions, negotiate with lenders, stop sale dates for a small sliding scale fee. I would need ideally $5,000 to start for the software and website. I save homes everyday and watch people pay up to 4500 for the work that I do. Anyways, if you wish to reach out to me you can email me at fullcircledream@gmail.com or call (562) 264-5670. Thanks so much. Tracy thanks so much.

so i need that money because im 12 and my baby sister and brother really want to go to the dominican and i also have two more brothers and my parents split so i really want to use the money for good use so we can spend time together for march break please help any one if you do please i really need the money thanks anyways

Hello my name is Richard. A little about me. I am 37 yo/male living in WI USA and in need of help to pay for my rent. I moved to WI from TX in hopes of starting a better life for myself. I thought the person I that had offered me a place to stay until spring was going to be true to their word. Unfortunately that was not the case. The job I had at the time was one just a temp job to help enable me to contribute while I was staying with them and allow me to look for one within my profession. I was abruptly told that I had 3 weeks to leave their house before I would be removed. This was someone that I had known for well over 11 years and never thought something like that would happen. These were the only people I knew in the sate. At the time I had been working the temp job for a little over 2 months and at the rate I was making with the company there was little to know way I would be able to pay for deposits much less rent of a small apartment in the area. But with that I set out to make it happen somehow. So I continued the temp job and took other additional small jobs, fix it type things for extra cash. I was able to make the deadline and move into my own place which was actually best for me anyways.

I continued to work at the temp job but in doing so ended up getting continual and worsening respiratory infections due to the very poor air quality. I never intended to stay there for this long but with little time to devote to my job search within my profession I had no other choice. Months went by and the condition simply got worse. I was told by my doctor that I needed to find some other line of work and get out of the horrible work environment that I was working in as I was getting very close to pneumonia. Two weeks later it happened. I was out of work for the following 2 weeks. During that time I was forced to make the decision to leave the job and quit. This was very tough for me as I am not a quitting type what so ever. I had been raised to stick it out. But due to a medical condition that I have I simply cannot do that, for risk of compounding the issue.

So now here I am. I am a month late with my rent and facing eviction. I have no family or friends to lean on for help. I am currently enrolling to further my education to be a professional driver which will assure my future but for now I still need my apartment. My rent is $660 per month. I need to be able to cover February and March rent or I will end up being evicted which at that point will have no place to go but find a place (during winter) out on the street. So I plead with you to please find a place in your heart and help me with my problem. Doing this is so tough for me. I have never had assistance like this in my life. I have always been the one to do it on my own. This time however I simply cannot do it without help from you.

Please.

God Bless.

hi my name is tina clark and i am 4 mo. pregnant and i am about to have no where to go at the end of this month i got a lump summ of money from ssi 9 months ago and it took me 3 months to find a place that would even let me rent an apartment from them and the only reason they let me move in is because i used almost all of my money to pay 6 months of rent in advance and now its almost 6 months at the end of this month " febuary 2012 and i have been waiting for my social security to kick in " because i cant work, i have a disability that keeps me from working" anyways my social security has not kicked in yet "i got approved for my ssi backpay but not ssi itself" so i got a free ssi lawyer to help me out and he said it may take a few more months plus i have a 15mo. old beautiful baby boy thatis coming home and if my rent is not payed he will not be able to come home to mommys to visit me and that hurts so bad just thinking about it!!! neways i just really need some ones help i am gonna be prayong as well and if u cant help at least say a prayer for me that would be great!! anything helps!!! thank you for taking time to read my atory and god bless you!!!


have an awesome day

tina marie clark


my email address is mylittlealbertjr1@hotmail.com

OK so this is the first time ive ever considered asking for financial help from complete strangers and not something i considered lightly! I just dont know what to do anymore :( I am married with two children and my husband works 5 days a week to support us and i just cant seem get a job no matter how hard i try! Anyways with it being the time of year it is, we have no money left at the end of the week once all our bills have been paid, we even have to sit in the dark at night once the children have gone to bed as we cannot afford the electricity. I am thrifty, we but second hand clothes and bulk our meals out with lentils to make it last longer. We have nothing :( Anything you could donate would be greatly received, even if its just 10p.Thanks for reading...L x

Our life has been amazing together, nothing short of a fairytale. We met and began building our life together three years ago and were married this past August. My wife accepted a new position with slightly lower pay an extra hour away from my job and college classes, but we moved because her new boss assured us she'd have more flexibility and opportunity for advancement in the new position. Here it is four months later and everything my wife's new boss told us has been a lie, she guaranteed 32 hours a week, and even before cutting my wife down to "only when needed" less than 16 hours a week she was really only getting about 25 hours a week. The increased cost of commute meant my weekend job was only netting me 20 dollars a day for 6 hours work and a two and a half hour commute, so I had to lose that, and as the money dwindled I had to drop out of college because I couldn't afford both food and gas. I've been looking for work for three months, with a few interviews, but no luck, and now we just have to move away anyways. We were tempted out here with the promise of possible advancement in my wife's future and a deal to rent some of her boss's property with all utilities included, what we got was our savings decimated and had to cover all of the costs of our utilities. We're broke, we owe more in heating oil than we have in the bank, my wife's unemployment doesn't even cover our rent, we're at least 2 hours from the nearest town we have any attachment to or family in, we can't afford the uhaul to get out of the economic black hole of a town we've moved to, let alone the money to rent a new apartment. We have no jobs, I lost a semester's worth of tuition and work, with no prospect on being able to return to my degree anytime soon. To be blunt, we are desperate, if we sell everything we own we could only hope to recoup at most 3000 dollars, and that includes the car and the computer. We don't know what else to do except ask for help.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 2 years old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated also as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 8.They can be sent to 11230 Trace Ln. Wilmer Al 36587 Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was 18 weeks pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 15mths old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 7. Every bit helps as I dont mind shopping yardsales and goodwills. Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was 18 weeks pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 15mths old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 7. Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was 18 weeks pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 15mths old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 7. Thanks again and God bless.

Hello, I feel strange doing this as I never thouht I would be in this position but I am a newly single mom to a wonderful little boy. I quit my job when I was 18 weeks pregnate to be a stay at home mom as decided by both myslef and my husband. My boy is now 15mths old and my husband has decided that the family life is not what he wants and has asked that me and our son move out. he has only agreed to give me $500 per month, and the least expensive housing that I have found is $532 per month, not including any utilities, food, etc. I have not been able to find a job. If i knew my husband could do something like this to us I would have never left my job......I desperatly need help as my son is fastly growing out of his clothes and I can't even afford a new wardrobe for him from goodwill. I have attempted to make him some clothes from the fabric of some of my clothes but I just cant sew....Please help me, My child doesn't deserve all i am offering him at this moment in life. If you have any hand me downs that you were going to donate anyways i would be forever grateful for sending them my way. Thanks for reading my post and for your help, and even if you cant help with a donation a Prayer for my son and I would be even more appreciated. My son is going into a 24 month size, but any size larger would be appreciated as i dont know when things may turn around and he will eventually get to the larger sizes and he can always wear the clothing a lil large if needed. His shoe size is a childs 7. Thanks again and God bless.

First off,let me start off by saying i hate doing this. I dont like asking family for money,much less complete strangers,but i have reached my breaking point and i feel as if there is no where else to turn. Me and my husband have always finacially struggled. He is a logger, its what he has always known,but between the rain and the snow and the broke down equipment,he doesnt get to work very much. Up until about 4 months ago,we were living with my parents,including thier home we have lived in 11 different homes and 3 different states in the last 3 years. We always have to follow the work. We have finally found a decent home in our home state,and finally felt as if we were going to be alright. Unfortuantly,that is not the case,as it never is. In the past few month,he has had to miss a ton of work due to weather and crappy equipment,getting us behind on bills we had just recently caught up on. This includes the rent,and his child support. He has always tried to do right by his children,but when he gets behind,his childrens mother throws the book at him. She has had him served for another court date and is threating to not let him see his children anymore,as if she lets him see them regulary anyways. She has money and had no problem with hiring a attorney. We desperatly need money to hire our own. Everytime we have had to go to court he has been ordered to pay amounts that there is no way he could afford. We just need help right now,and i know that there are plenty more deserving people than us out there. And if their is no one willing,i completly understand. But if their is someone,you would be helping us out so much because my husband wants to see and care for his children. Thank you for taking the time to read this and God bless.

Hi, my name is Ali Q.

This is my story, I used to work in law enforcement before my disability effected my work. I have helped a lot of people and even saved lives. I'm good person, and most importantly, a human being.

Since my disability this year I have been forced to move my rented home because of a bed bug infestation, and when I say forced to move I mean getting kicked out by the landlord for making complaints on the issue. Anyways, I don't want to make this long so i'll skip ahead.

I live on disability which gives me $469 for shelter allowance. My rent is $650 in a basement apartment. I have no furniture in my living room and have a mattress in there which I sleep on. By the end of every month I find myself broke and hungry. I am forced to live in poverty as punishment for my disability here in Canada. If I want couches or a dining table I have to go without food for weeks at a time as a "sacrifice" just to be able to afford a decent sofa.

I tried every other way I could but at last it came to this as I sit here writing to you at 1:30am begging for any help you can offer.

This is my life. And this is my story.

I am only 30 years old.

Well, Ill start off by saying any amount would be appreciated, I really thought I wouldn't do something like this but its about time I do. See the thing is I live in a small town in Oregon called Brookings and It is really hard to get a job in such a small town, believe me I know ive been trying for two years.... ive had small things such as like fixing someone computer or help fix up houses or pull weeds, but not enough to get me to see my Faience, my Faience has some money saved for housing and food and such for me to stay with her, but I still need to get to her, and you may be thinking woah shes saved and you haven't, well im barely getting by to live hah Im actually living with my parents, but anyways once I can get to my faience we will start a life together and I really cant wait, we had planned it to be in 3 months so im trying really hard to get money to pay for the ticket. The tickets around a thousand $ Might seem like not much to some people but to me yeah its alot. Anyways I will tell you a little about my situation and how me and my Faience met. Well actually it was on a dating website I had just sighed up for randomly because I hadn't found anyone I liked in my town, and well we met on there and started talking on there and got to know each other and we would cam and such, and we thought we would give it a shot online dating so we did, now 2 and half years have past and we still haven't met in real life ofc we have seen each other on cam and such and talk all the time but ofc we all know.... that isn't anything compared to the real thing... About at the year and half Mark I asked her to be my Faience though cam I didn't want to do that though cam but had no choice I didn't want to let her go nor did she want to let me go and this new found love was so amazing..
The point is I want to live with and be with my angel my true love of this whole world, and the only thing stopping me is money...by now you are wondering why I don't just like walk there or drive or something or anything of the sort, well fine ill tell you why! She lives in China! Believe me if I could walk on water I would go right now... Well anyways all in all I would love help from anyone. I need to get to my faience no matter what and thats why ive resorted to begging.

Well, Ill start off by saying any amount would be appreciated, I really thought I wouldn't do something like this but its about time I do. See the thing is I live in a small town in Oregon called Brookings and It is really hard to get a job in such a small town, believe me I know ive been trying for two years.... ive had small things such as like fixing someone computer or help fix up houses or pull weeds, but not enough to get me to see my Faience, my Faience has some money saved for housing and food and such for me to stay with her, but I still need to get to her, and you may be thinking woah shes saved and you haven't, well im barely getting by to live hah Im actually living with my parents, but anyways once I can get to my faience we will start a life together and I really cant wait, we had planned it to be in 3 months so im trying really hard to get money to pay for the ticket. The tickets around a thousand $ Might seem like not much to some people but to me yeah its alot. Anyways I will tell you a little about my situation and how me and my Faience met. Well actually it was on a dating website I had just sighed up for randomly because I hadn't found anyone I liked in my town, and well we met on there and started talking on there and got to know each other and we would cam and such, and we thought we would give it a shot online dating so we did, now 2 and half years have past and we still haven't met in real life ofc we have seen each other on cam and such and talk all the time but ofc we all know.... that isn't anything compared to the real thing... About at the year and half Mark I asked her to be my Faience though cam I didn't want to do that though cam but had no choice I didn't want to let her go nor did she want to let me go and this new found love was so amazing..
The point is I want to live with and be with my angel my true love of this whole world, and the only thing stopping me is money...by now you are wondering why I don't just like walk there or drive or something or anything of the sort, well fine ill tell you why! She lives in China! Believe me if I could walk on water I would go right now... Well anyways all in all I would love help from anyone. I need to get to my faience no matter what and thats why ive resorted to begging.