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My name is Jason. I am a hardworking 28 year old married man with three wonderful children 7, 4, and 1 month old, and the best wife anyone could ever ask for. When I and my wife married we were “given” my parents’ home in NY along with the mortgage as a wedding present. My wife and I have spent the last three years renovating this home, dumping every single cent we had into its improvement. We both come from broken homes and both wanted something more than what we came from, and have managed to build a loving stress free environment for our family, and in a matter of a month my “family” (brother, mother and father) have managed to crush our dream out of selfishness and this, “the world owes me something” mentality they all seem to have.
I work full time and also do side jobs on weekends to make ends meet, my wife has been out of work on disability (she will return full time in the next 3 weeks) due to the birth of our son, which should be the happiest time of our life, and yet I get to go home and see my children upset wondering why there uncle is acting the way he is, I get to see my wife cry over the fact that we have been basically reminded that even though we pay the bill and we fix this home and have made it what it never was for me growing up an actual home, that it is not ours and we should have no say over what happens.
My brother who at one time made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year an selfish heartless drug addict, who even though has never treated me or my family with any respect I have always dropped what I am doing regardless of time or place to go “save him”, and by save usually picking his drug addict ass up and making sure he gets home, or dropping what I’m doing to take him to the hospital cause he is so sick from whatever he has taken this time. Now that brother has decided to move in with us, not ask, not offer to help, but blatantly tell me and my wife, “it’s not your house , I am not asking permission to stay here”, and my parents who told me this home was a “Wedding gift” seem to agree. They feel it’s okay for a drug addict to be living among children, that it’s okay that slowly one by one pieces of my wife’s jewelry are disappearing, or that since he came has literally taken over my infant sons nursery with his disgusting belongings that I found my wife sitting on the floor of the living room trying to feed the baby because he’s asleep on the sofa passed out cold and his belonging are strewn all over the house.
My only options are to buy this home that I and my wife have built a great life in so I can say who stays and goes, or to uproot my children and move as far from these selfish disgusting people as possible.
In order to purchase this home I would need a deposit upwards of 12000 which due to me draining my accounts my sons accounts and my wife’s to “save” my brother from jail, drug dealers, etc., we have nothing left. Which has led me here, led me to the point where I feel more dependent on asking strangers for help than my own family because they can’t even help themselves? I am the little brother (youngest of four) who has always had to be the big brother, I am the one one whose entire family drops there problems in my lap as if to say deal with it. I have been the pillar supporting every single family member I have for the last 28 years, the pillar has finally cracked and can’t hold up the weight of the world anymore. I am begging on my hands and knees for help from completer strangers so I can continue to give my children the life I never had, and offer them some stability instead of having to tear them from the home they have come to love, that my wife has come to love, that I love. I want to give my children the world but my family continues to assure that won’t happen under there watch. Please I beg of you with everything I am I need help. Please don’t make us just another statistic, I found my calling and made a life for my wife and children, I have put aside pride, because they are all that matters to me. Thank You for taking the time to read this and thank you for any support or help you can provide.

I live in a bad area. I tried to help someone else and I got robbed. The guy was high on crack and I didn't know. I was going to help him out with a few bucks but he pushed his way into my apartment and sat his ass down on my bed. When I tried to get him out, he threatened me and assaulted me. He went through my drawers and took the only money that I had. Could anyone help me to get that money back? I'm just asking for fifty right now, but anything helps.

Since today is Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what it’s meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that I’ve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now I’m facing a struggle in which I’m hoping to tap into the kindness of the internet in order to help me through this hurdle.

I was raised by a single parent and grew up in a town where most families were on some sort of government assistance and could barely make ends meet. I was always taught to value what I had and that hard work will always bear its fruits. My high school was filled with kids who didn’t care about getting an education. I was a introverted “nerd” who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didn’t have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my “accelerated classes,” so I stupidly acted out and started to party as high school kids do. I ditched class to drink and dabbled a bit in drugs because there was nothing else to do. Even as I partied, I still managed to remain on the honor roll for all 4 years. Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year, our class had 250 kids and throughout the year approximately half of the student body dropped out at one point or another, giving up on their 14 year investment in their education. I made it to the end, but while everyone was excitedly responding to college acceptance letters, I had to throw all of mine out. Why? I was pregnant. I fully accept responsibility for my actions, but sex was not talked about in my household. I had no idea I had access to birth control or condoms and foolishly made a mistake that would change my life. I went to my prom and graduation 3 months pregnant without anyone knowing aside from my family.

The summer after graduation was spent brainstorming options and finding a job to help support my unborn child. I decided to keep the baby, thinking I would give it up for adoption. I was too immature to take care of myself, and now a baby? No way. As the months progressed, I fell in love with the baby and decided to keep her and raise her with the help of my family. I was excited but deep inside I was depressed. I really wanted to go off to college and live the life of a student living on campus, making new friends, staying up late to cram for midterms and possibly travel a bit. I couldn’t do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didn’t entice me. I also knew if I didn’t get an education, I’d be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didn’t want to struggle like I’ve seen my family fight just to put a decent meal on the table and keep the lights from getting shut down.

I started college two months after my daughter was born. She was perfection and an incredible motivator. I’ve always thought that she deserves something better, beyond what I can give her but I decided to try my best to give her an amazing life. Since I just had a baby, I wanted to explore the opportunities I had outside of a traditional classroom in college. Luckily, the local community college offered online courses which only required me to be in class on the first day, at midterms and during finals week. I did this for a year and a half until I took every online course possible. Then it was time for full immersion into college. Here came daycare and having to balance college life with working and a small child.

My average day in college looked like this: we’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn so my daughter and I could ride a 45-minute bus to school. Unlike most of my classmates, I had to dash straight from work to class or go to work right after class so that I could pick up my daughter from school at a proper hour. I was very fortunate to land a job in a small office as an office assistant during college that would later prove invaluable. The pay was ok, but I was allowed to tailor my schedule to be compatible with my changing class load every semester. After our day was done came another bus ride. Once we got home, I’d have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a day’s worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. I’d stay up until about 2am every night doing my reading assignments or writing papers only to have to get up 3 ½ hours later to start my day again.

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

Was it worth it? Heck yeah. I got my bachelor’s degree on my wall as proof. I am the first person in my family to ever get a degree. I have multiple relatives my age who ended up dropping out for various reasons yet I managed to graduate (with honors!) while juggling a small child and a demanding job. Aside from raising my daughter, this is what I’m most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. I’m stoked beyond words to be a part of that 2% (Source) I hope that this struggle and success will set an example to my daughter and show her that hard work does pay off.

After college, I worked a few jobs that I wasn’t too keen on. Too corporate, too stuffy, too bureaucratic to evoke any change and make an impact. I wanted to wake up every morning and feel inspired to go to work. I didn’t just want a paycheck, I wanted to engulf myself within organization so that I could kick ass and take names. I also wanted a 401(k), health benefits and life insurance so that my bases could be covered in old age. But mainly I wanted to wake up invigorated every morning and be able to pay my bills. After college, my daughter and I moved into our first home. I loved waking her up in her room filled with the girliest of things. I was a proud mama–on my own, college educated and living life as an independent woman.

Independent but unfulfilled. That is, until I was introduced to the CEO of my most recent employer. We hit it off immediately and within two week was offered the chance of a lifetime. I was invited to join his multimillion dollar company and close-knit team as his right hand. I’d learn all the in’s and out’s of running a business in a dynamic industry and receive a nice salary. After a bit of contemplation, I decided to resign from my stuffy job to join a company I was proud to be apart of. My job was great. It was flexible, nurturing, educational and insightful. In a few short weeks, I was in the trenches with my boss handling everything from sales to contracts to finance to HR. That is, until the company suddenly went out of business. I won’t get into the details but I was told I’d have a month before we were all let go. This was the job I wanted to settle in and dedicate years to, not just a job really but a mission to which I was dedicated.

I was laid off in March with no severance pay as the company had nothing. I had a small savings which I tapped into as I began searching for a job. I had to file for unemployment for the first time, which was hard as I’ve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet I’m struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but they’re scarce and don’t always offer pay that can support a family.

My bills are piling up and I have family and friends that are in no position to help me out. Unemployment can only pay so much and it isn’t enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. I’m in the process of starting up two businesses–one that peddles vintage finds and another that provides folks with stellar resumes to land their dream job so that I can increase my cash flow, but in the meantime, I’m asking for any donations to my cause. I’m willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. There’s a button below where your transaction will be processed safely and gratefully!

Please pass this on and +1 it, favorite it, retweet it and share in any way possible! No action is too small or unappreciated.

Thank you so much for letting me share my story with you.

Since today is Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what it’s meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that I’ve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now I’m facing a struggle in which I’m hoping to tap into the kindness of the internet in order to help me through this hurdle.

I was raised by a single parent and grew up in a town where most families were on some sort of government assistance and could barely make ends meet. I was always taught to value what I had and that hard work will always bear its fruits. My high school was filled with kids who didn’t care about getting an education. I was a introverted “nerd” who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didn’t have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my “accelerated classes,” so I stupidly acted out and started to party as high school kids do. I ditched class to drink and dabbled a bit in drugs because there was nothing else to do. Even as I partied, I still managed to remain on the honor roll for all 4 years. Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year, our class had 250 kids and throughout the year approximately half of the student body dropped out at one point or another, giving up on their 14 year investment in their education. I made it to the end, but while everyone was excitedly responding to college acceptance letters, I had to throw all of mine out. Why? I was pregnant. I fully accept responsibility for my actions, but sex was not talked about in my household. I had no idea I had access to birth control or condoms and foolishly made a mistake that would change my life. I went to my prom and graduation 3 months pregnant without anyone knowing aside from my family.

The summer after graduation was spent brainstorming options and finding a job to help support my unborn child. I decided to keep the baby, thinking I would give it up for adoption. I was too immature to take care of myself, and now a baby? No way. As the months progressed, I fell in love with the baby and decided to keep her and raise her with the help of my family. I was excited but deep inside I was depressed. I really wanted to go off to college and live the life of a student living on campus, making new friends, staying up late to cram for midterms and possibly travel a bit. I couldn’t do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didn’t entice me. I also knew if I didn’t get an education, I’d be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didn’t want to struggle like I’ve seen my family fight just to put a decent meal on the table and keep the lights from getting shut down.

I started college two months after my daughter was born. She was perfection and an incredible motivator. I’ve always thought that she deserves something better, beyond what I can give her but I decided to try my best to give her an amazing life. Since I just had a baby, I wanted to explore the opportunities I had outside of a traditional classroom in college. Luckily, the local community college offered online courses which only required me to be in class on the first day, at midterms and during finals week. I did this for a year and a half until I took every online course possible. Then it was time for full immersion into college. Here came daycare and having to balance college life with working and a small child.

My average day in college looked like this: we’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn so my daughter and I could ride a 45-minute bus to school. Unlike most of my classmates, I had to dash straight from work to class or go to work right after class so that I could pick up my daughter from school at a proper hour. I was very fortunate to land a job in a small office as an office assistant during college that would later prove invaluable. The pay was ok, but I was allowed to tailor my schedule to be compatible with my changing class load every semester. After our day was done came another bus ride. Once we got home, I’d have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a day’s worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. I’d stay up until about 2am every night doing my reading assignments or writing papers only to have to get up 3 ½ hours later to start my day again.

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

Was it worth it? Heck yeah. I got my bachelor’s degree on my wall as proof. I am the first person in my family to ever get a degree. I have multiple relatives my age who ended up dropping out for various reasons yet I managed to graduate (with honors!) while juggling a small child and a demanding job. Aside from raising my daughter, this is what I’m most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. I’m stoked beyond words to be a part of that 2% (Source) I hope that this struggle and success will set an example to my daughter and show her that hard work does pay off.

After college, I worked a few jobs that I wasn’t too keen on. Too corporate, too stuffy, too bureaucratic to evoke any change and make an impact. I wanted to wake up every morning and feel inspired to go to work. I didn’t just want a paycheck, I wanted to engulf myself within organization so that I could kick ass and take names. I also wanted a 401(k), health benefits and life insurance so that my bases could be covered in old age. But mainly I wanted to wake up invigorated every morning and be able to pay my bills. After college, my daughter and I moved into our first home. I loved waking her up in her room filled with the girliest of things. I was a proud mama–on my own, college educated and living life as an independent woman.

Independent but unfulfilled. That is, until I was introduced to the CEO of my most recent employer. We hit it off immediately and within two week was offered the chance of a lifetime. I was invited to join his multimillion dollar company and close-knit team as his right hand. I’d learn all the in’s and out’s of running a business in a dynamic industry and receive a nice salary. After a bit of contemplation, I decided to resign from my stuffy job to join a company I was proud to be apart of. My job was great. It was flexible, nurturing, educational and insightful. In a few short weeks, I was in the trenches with my boss handling everything from sales to contracts to finance to HR. That is, until the company suddenly went out of business. I won’t get into the details but I was told I’d have a month before we were all let go. This was the job I wanted to settle in and dedicate years to, not just a job really but a mission to which I was dedicated.

I was laid off in March with no severance pay as the company had nothing. I had a small savings which I tapped into as I began searching for a job. I had to file for unemployment for the first time, which was hard as I’ve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet I’m struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but they’re scarce and don’t always offer pay that can support a family.

My bills are piling up and I have family and friends that are in no position to help me out. Unemployment can only pay so much and it isn’t enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. I’m in the process of starting up two businesses–one that peddles vintage finds and another that provides folks with stellar resumes to land their dream job so that I can increase my cash flow, but in the meantime, I’m asking for any donations to my cause. I’m willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. There’s a button below where your transaction will be processed safely and gratefully!

Please pass this on and +1 it, favorite it, retweet it and share in any way possible! No action is too small or unappreciated.

Thank you so much for letting me share my story with you.

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Since today is Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what it’s meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that I’ve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now I’m facing a struggle in which I’m hoping to tap into the kindness of the internet in order to help me through this hurdle.

I was raised by a single parent and grew up in a town where most families were on some sort of government assistance and could barely make ends meet. I was always taught to value what I had and that hard work will always bear its fruits. My high school was filled with kids who didn’t care about getting an education. I was a introverted “nerd” who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didn’t have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my “accelerated classes,” so I stupidly acted out and started to party as high school kids do. I ditched class to drink and dabbled a bit in drugs because there was nothing else to do. Even as I partied, I still managed to remain on the honor roll for all 4 years. Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year, our class had 250 kids and throughout the year approximately half of the student body dropped out at one point or another, giving up on their 14 year investment in their education. I made it to the end, but while everyone was excitedly responding to college acceptance letters, I had to throw all of mine out. Why? I was pregnant. I fully accept responsibility for my actions, but sex was not talked about in my household. I had no idea I had access to birth control or condoms and foolishly made a mistake that would change my life. I went to my prom and graduation 3 months pregnant without anyone knowing aside from my family.

The summer after graduation was spent brainstorming options and finding a job to help support my unborn child. I decided to keep the baby, thinking I would give it up for adoption. I was too immature to take care of myself, and now a baby? No way. As the months progressed, I fell in love with the baby and decided to keep her and raise her with the help of my family. I was excited but deep inside I was depressed. I really wanted to go off to college and live the life of a student living on campus, making new friends, staying up late to cram for midterms and possibly travel a bit. I couldn’t do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didn’t entice me. I also knew if I didn’t get an education, I’d be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didn’t want to struggle like I’ve seen my family fight just to put a decent meal on the table and keep the lights from getting shut down.

I started college two months after my daughter was born. She was perfection and an incredible motivator. I’ve always thought that she deserves something better, beyond what I can give her but I decided to try my best to give her an amazing life. Since I just had a baby, I wanted to explore the opportunities I had outside of a traditional classroom in college. Luckily, the local community college offered online courses which only required me to be in class on the first day, at midterms and during finals week. I did this for a year and a half until I took every online course possible. Then it was time for full immersion into college. Here came daycare and having to balance college life with working and a small child.

My average day in college looked like this: we’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn so my daughter and I could ride a 45-minute bus to school. Unlike most of my classmates, I had to dash straight from work to class or go to work right after class so that I could pick up my daughter from school at a proper hour. I was very fortunate to land a job in a small office as an office assistant during college that would later prove invaluable. The pay was ok, but I was allowed to tailor my schedule to be compatible with my changing class load every semester. After our day was done came another bus ride. Once we got home, I’d have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a day’s worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. I’d stay up until about 2am every night doing my reading assignments or writing papers only to have to get up 3 ½ hours later to start my day again.

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

Was it worth it? Heck yeah. I got my bachelor’s degree on my wall as proof. I am the first person in my family to ever get a degree. I have multiple relatives my age who ended up dropping out for various reasons yet I managed to graduate (with honors!) while juggling a small child and a demanding job. Aside from raising my daughter, this is what I’m most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. I’m stoked beyond words to be a part of that 2% (Source) I hope that this struggle and success will set an example to my daughter and show her that hard work does pay off.

After college, I worked a few jobs that I wasn’t too keen on. Too corporate, too stuffy, too bureaucratic to evoke any change and make an impact. I wanted to wake up every morning and feel inspired to go to work. I didn’t just want a paycheck, I wanted to engulf myself within organization so that I could kick ass and take names. I also wanted a 401(k), health benefits and life insurance so that my bases could be covered in old age. But mainly I wanted to wake up invigorated every morning and be able to pay my bills. After college, my daughter and I moved into our first home. I loved waking her up in her room filled with the girliest of things. I was a proud mama–on my own, college educated and living life as an independent woman.

Independent but unfulfilled. That is, until I was introduced to the CEO of my most recent employer. We hit it off immediately and within two week was offered the chance of a lifetime. I was invited to join his multimillion dollar company and close-knit team as his right hand. I’d learn all the in’s and out’s of running a business in a dynamic industry and receive a nice salary. After a bit of contemplation, I decided to resign from my stuffy job to join a company I was proud to be apart of. My job was great. It was flexible, nurturing, educational and insightful. In a few short weeks, I was in the trenches with my boss handling everything from sales to contracts to finance to HR. That is, until the company suddenly went out of business. I won’t get into the details but I was told I’d have a month before we were all let go. This was the job I wanted to settle in and dedicate years to, not just a job really but a mission to which I was dedicated.

I was laid off in March with no severance pay as the company had nothing. I had a small savings which I tapped into as I began searching for a job. I had to file for unemployment for the first time, which was hard as I’ve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet I’m struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but they’re scarce and don’t always offer pay that can support a family.

My bills are piling up and I have family and friends that are in no position to help me out. Unemployment can only pay so much and it isn’t enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. I’m in the process of starting up two businesses–one that peddles vintage finds and another that provides folks with stellar resumes to land their dream job so that I can increase my cash flow, but in the meantime, I’m asking for any donations to my cause. I’m willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. There’s a button below where your transaction will be processed safely and gratefully!

Please pass this on and +1 it, favorite it, retweet it and share in any way possible! No action is too small or unappreciated.

Thank you so much for letting me share my story with you.

Hi, My name is Sarah. I'm 21 years old and I need my car fixed. I work full time and I live on my own, but with the expense of bills it's really hard for me to save up and fix my car. I just recently bought it, after having my previous car stolen from me. I had to go a year depending on other people to help get me to and from work after my car was taken. And now I'm right back in the same spot all because of an accident. It was late, a deer ran out in front of me and I hit curb. Bent my core support up into in my radiator. From what I know, it's going to cost me $600 to get it fixed. Please, if someone could help me, I'd be so thankful. If you do, just know it's going to a girl who works her ass off for everything. And no matter how hard I work, I can never seem to save up for it... Please and thank you.

So far this week my car was broken into, my credit card was stolen and the bill run up. The gym I go to scammed me out money on payments, my job I've been working at for three years promoted someone with no prior experience over me( I work my ass off for little pay) and my dad took a job in Kentucky so I have to have money to move out in 3 months or I will be homeless because he's selling the house. Also my car is ready to break down at any given time and won't be mine anymore when my dad moves. I'm working as best as I can but can't come up with the money in time I need 7,000 dollars so I can move out a buy a reliable car. I'm 18 I can't be homeless :,( I don't wanna live in this town anymore or this state the jobs are disappearing. I need a loan basically because I will pay you back when I'm more financially stable. Please help me. I don't wanna have to become a stripper

I am in desperate need of getting my teeth fixed. I have periodontal disease and TMJ disorder,need to have 3 teeth extracted soon to help relieve some of the pain in my neck,jaw and the numbness in the left side of my head. I do not have a job and I live with my boyfriend who is a complete and total ass about anything that cost money with me. After I get a partial made the dentist will extract the teeth for me. I am working from home trying to do arts and crafts and I also have an amazon account for anyone who would like to help with items I need to complete my crafts so I can sell them and try to make a little money for my teeth fund.I am mostly working on clocks and glass projects right now. I have a lot more projects to work on also as well.
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Any help would greatly appreciated as I am so much pain and need it aleviated soon.
I couldn't add pictures or site links to my stuff and I'm sorry.
Any extra money I get will be donated to someone else in need of dental work in my area,which is a very small community.
Thank you for reading.

hi, im 20 years old and have been working in dead end jobs since the age of 11 i saved my ass off to go to college and ended up failing, im asking a huge favour if you could please donate to help me get my teeth fixed they really get me down and ruin my confidence, any donations would be kindly accepted and if i raised enough to get them done i wil post a picture of my HAPPY HAPPY SMILE..:D

Hello,
I'm a Struggling Author, my book was released in 2010 with no real hope for getting it to the market, deriving from my real life story of how I had to struggle from the pain and the shame of my father's way of showing me that he loved me, my life went in turmoil, with no purpose in living, I found myself running from place to place, after my husband no longer wanted me when he found out that my twisted mined daddy had taken my Innocent. Domestic violence, Rape and Incest is no joke, At a very young age of 13, I experienced all three crimes in ways no human should have to face. My father carried a 45 automatic hand gun threatening to kill me if I tell, when I beg him not to touch me, he would stand off a few feet from me and hit me in the head with Apples and Oranges. The migraines became so severe until I could not do anything but go to bed and keep my head tied tight with a scarf until the pain would ease. As I grew older, I became more reserved not wanting to be around too many people, I would sing in night clubs at night and play for churches on Sundays just to keep a roof over my head. I did not have any real friends, and some of them told me they would not have chosen me for a friend. When I would get a Job, most of the time I would get fired or quit because I could not stand any kind of authority, my father always interfered in anything that I made an attempt to do, he would come to the school and embarrass me in front of my class mate, telling me to get my ass in the car and let's go. I"m truly a survivor, sharing my story and listening to others sharing their story made me realize that there are many people out their hurting from the same things or maybe a difference kind of hurt. My Center will be a resource center where you can get healing from the inside and peace of mind knowing that you are somebody, we will mentor, counsel, do training with professional, Practitioners, self help tapes,good source of water for detox, we are a nonprofit org. with lots of love to give and a friendly environment. I would like to build my center with 1 1/2 ache of land included for 1/2 Million. Anyone out there that can help me to make this happen will be blessed. Buildings are just to high to rent, and grants along will not cover all of the cost to run this type of business. If I can build this center, I can use grant money, for fundraiser , marketing, Vendors, bake sales, I live now on Social Security Supplement. If you will open up your heart I will be most grateful. You can contact me through Paypal May God Bless!!

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I am 31 years old with a varied and extensive resume as well as a degree in computer application development (not that that degree is particularly relevant...).
I have found 10 acres of rural land in Alaska.
This land costs $8,000.
I would like to buy the land and build a year round cabin on the property, to live in year round.
I am from a rural background (BC = Before College) and have working knowledge of home building and can gather the required materials from the land and surrounding area for the construction of reliable, comfortable, and sustainable housing. I have done an immense amount of research regarding the accomplishment of my goal (to be independent of today's social requirements) and have formulated a bullet-proof plan to live a comfortable yet remote life away from the hustle and bustle of modern entrapment's and closer to the dream of our ancestors. I am willing to elaborate on my plans regarding the dwelling and the steps I will take to accomplish my goal while sustaining the creature comforts of modern day living.
In addition to my rural upbringing I am also a combat military veteran with working knowledge of para-military and survival tactics.
I have saved enough money to move to the property of my choice from my home state and have also provided for the tools, food, clothing and provisions(including shelter) needed to complete this project, the rest of the requirements of the project will be bought or shipped at or near the building location at my personal expense. I have considered every avenue required to secure financing and have been stopped by my credit alone. Really what matters the most to me is that I will have the opportunity to work for a permanent solution to my financial. social, and economic ills. However, due to my poor credit rating (Thank you 17yr old me) I have been unable to secure financing from "the man" and have been forced to beg of the internet. Please o' please grant me my life... That being said, in addition to the months of preparation I have done, I have secured the willing enlistment of free labor (in the form of an old army buddy) for this project. That being said, with my current financial situation I cannot afford to purchase the land for the cash asking price even though it is 10 acres at a fraction of the price normally requested for that expanse of property. What I am asking for is enough money to purchase the land ($8,000 USD). In return I am willing to spend 2 months every year (during any year) devoted to work for my benefactor for up to 4 consecutive years. Call it hired hand, indentured servitude, slavery, or [insert vague derogatory/demeaning name here]. What matters to me is that if I work my ass off I can be sucessesful. Please O please help me reach my goal. I am at your mercy o awesome and wonderful internet.

I am 31 years old with a varied and extensive resume as well as a degree in computer application development (not that that degree is particularly relevant...).
I have found 10 acres of rural land in Alaska.
This land costs $8,000.
I would like to buy the land and build a year round cabin on the property, to live in year round.
I am from a rural background (BC = Before College) and have working knowledge of home building and can gather the required materials from the land and surrounding area for the construction of reliable, comfortable, and sustainable housing. I have done an immense amount of research regarding the accomplishment of my goal (to be independent of today's social requirements) and have formulated a bullet-proof plan to live a comfortable yet remote life away from the hustle and bustle of modern entrapment's and closer to the dream of our ancestors. I am willing to elaborate on my plans regarding the dwelling and the steps I will take to accomplish my goal while sustaining the creature comforts of modern day living.
In addition to my rural upbringing I am also a combat military veteran with working knowledge of para-military and survival tactics.
I have saved enough money to move to the property of my choice from my home state and have also provided for the tools, food, clothing and provisions(including shelter) needed to complete this project, the rest of the requirements of the project will be bought or shipped at or near the building location at my personal expense. I have considered every avenue required to secure financing and have been stopped by my credit alone. Really what matters the most to me is that I will have the opportunity to work for a permanent solution to my financial. social, and economic ills. However, due to my poor credit rating (Thank you 17yr old me) I have been unable to secure financing from "the man" and have been forced to beg of the internet. Please o' please grant me my life... That being said, in addition to the months of preparation I have done, I have secured the willing enlistment of free labor (in the form of an old army buddy) for this project. That being said, with my current financial situation I cannot afford to purchase the land for the cash asking price even though it is 10 acres at a fraction of the price normally requested for that expanse of property. What I am asking for is enough money to purchase the land ($8,000 USD). In return I am willing to spend 2 months every year (during any year) devoted to work for my benefactor for up to 4 consecutive years. Call it hired hand, indentured servitude, slavery, or [insert vague derogatory/demeaning name here]. What matters to me is that if I work my ass off I can be sucessesful. Please O please help me reach my goal. I am at your mercy o awesome and wonderful internet.

I am 31 years old with a varied and extensive resume as well as a degree in computer application development (not that that degree is particularly relevant...).
I have found 10 acres of rural land in Alaska.
This land costs $8,000.
I would like to buy the land and build a year round cabin on the property.
I am from a rural background (BC = Before College) and have working knowledge of home building and can gather the required materials from the land and surrounding area for the construction of reliable, comfortable, and sustainable housing. I have done an immense amount of research regarding the accomplishment of my goal (to be independent of today's social requirements) and have formulated a bullet-proof plan to live a comfortable yet remote life away from the hustle and bustle of modern entrapment's and closer to the dream of our ancestors. I am willing to elaborate on my plans regarding the dwelling and the steps I will take to accomplish my goal and while sustaining the creature comforts of modern day living.
In addition to my rural upbringing I am also a combat military veteran with working knowledge of para-military and survival tactics.
I have saved enough money to move to the property of my choice from my home state and have also provided for the tools, food, clothing and provisions(including shelter) needed to complete this , the rest of the requirements of the project to be bought or shipped at or near the building location at my personal expense. I have considered every avenue required to secure financing, it doesn't matter to me, what matters the most is that I will have the opportunity to work for a permanent solution to my financial. social, and economic ills. However, due to my poor credit rating (Thank you 17yr old me) I have been unable to secure financing from "the man" and have been forced to beg of the internet. Please o' please grant me my life... That being said, in addition to the months of preparation I have done, I have secured the willing enlistment of free labor (in the form of an old army buddy) for this project. That being said, with my current financial situation I cannot afford to purchase the land for the cash asking price even though it is 10 acres at a fraction of the price normally requested for that expanse of property. What I am asking for is enough money to purchase the land ($8,000 USD). In return I am willing to spend 2 months every year (during any season) devoted to work for my benefactor for up to 4 consecutive years. Call it hired hand, indentured servitude, slavery, or [insert vague derogatory name here]. What matters to me is that if I work my ass off I can be sucessesful. Please O please help me reach my goal.

Angela Adams was in the news recently for saying that 'SOMEONE'S GONNA PAY FOR ME & MY KIDS'
(http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=A0oG7iR7MexOjygAf5lXNyoA?p=angela+adams+%2B+15+kids&fr2=sb-top&fr=yfp-t-701-s&type_param=)

I think everybody should just sent her some money, rather than judging her. I would like to get one million people to donate $5 each, so that she can have 5 million dollars to take care of her kids. The cyberbeg is for her and her kids.

She might be irresponsible, and inarticulate but she needs to raise the kids. Hating on her is bullshit.

Look, GE pays no taxes, no federal taxes, no state taxes, 'earned $14.2 billion in profits in 2010,...In fact, GE got a $3.2 billion tax benefit.' (http://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=A0oG7lxGM.xOpxQA71BXNyoA?p=GE+pays+no+taxes+scamming+the+system&fr2=sb-top&fr=yfp-t-701&type_param=). In fact, GE got a $3.2 billion tax benefit.' A tax benefits also known as corporate welfare. The CEO of GE works with President Obama. Ge is exporting jobs out of the US, and has it's money outside of the US. But no public outrage about this.

Why do people have less outrage for GE's irresponsible to pay taxes, and more outrage for a women trying to raise 15 kids?

Stop being a corporate ass kisser, and help the woman raise the 15 kids.

Here's the run down:

In the past two months I had to move out of one place and into another because a couple of the room mates were intolerable douche bags. The first place that came open was one that a friend of mine was moving out of. It's a three bed room house that had one empty room, and then two once my friend moved out. The third room is occupied by the guy who was living here already.

The rent is 1050/per month. When I moved in my friend (we'll call him joker) was going to be there for another half a month while waiting for his new place to come open. So me, joker and the other dude (I'll call him Cool Guy) split rent 3 ways.

Once joke moved out, me and Cool Guy worked out an agreement 600/400 for rent with me paying the 600 since I'm in a bigger room. Between other bills and other expenses like food I've run down to not having enough to pay my end.

I've already started asking for help from family members, who are trying to figure out what they can do. In addition, I'm asking that if anyone out here on the net has some loot to spare for a broke ass college student in dire straights please be generous.

Wanted cool awsome person that hasn't a worry in the world, U ask yourself why am I looking for that kind of a person. I'll tell u in a short story I hope the right people see this and if you not that person please get this add to anyone with not a care n the world and has an infinity bank account. I need money to pay bills get just the necessities like clothes,coats,shoes bed you get the idea.Take care of my daughter and two babies and last but not least myself.Must get a car for myself and daughter,so we can help ourselves and always better ourselves, then were able to help everyone else that needs anything.even though I always help others even when I go without.need asap no strings.Any amount would help. Dnt hv a PayPal so in mean time send to Save my ass :4625 Frankford#592 Dallas, TX 75287

I recently saw this posted on some shitty website i dont care to disclose. not because i dont like the website, i just really dont give a fuck.

"Force people to feel your pain, put it on them. Show them how this world can create someone like you. Remind them that the state of the world we are in will continue to bring about people like us, the unloved, un-noticed, under-appreciated."

And it made me think, wow thats a fucking GREAT idea!!, what a wonderful way to make yourself feel better, why did i never think of that before? Well it seems like everybody else is doing it so why not? the worlds already fucked up so lets just add to all the bullshit and drama of life and see just how bad we can make it for others, after all wont we then realize just how good we've got it? even when you think you have nothing at all, if you think about children that are kidnapped, taken to a place their not familiar with, repeatedly raped by ass holes who would rather pay somebody to fuck a kid than find a real woman, beaten, held down and forced to develop an awful drug addiction that will keep them in a lifestyle of tragedy for the rest of their lives. Do we really have it bad? I want to kick myself in the ass sometimes for pitying myself and wishing i had it better. but then again is it really so bad to want the finer things in life? i mean it seems hope is what drives most people in life, without it where would we be? if we didnt have any hope at all why get out of bed in the morning? we do it for various reasons but mainly because we hope to achieve some kind of goal whether it be to see whats going on in the world around us, complain about it, to suppress that feeling of hunger, to use the bathroom instead of shitting or pissing on yourself, go to work or whatever. im tired of hearing about people being depressed because there is no hope in their life. the only people that really have no hope at all are already dead. Show yourself no mercy, make life what you want it to be, after all life really is whatever you make it. You can have nothing at all and not have eaten in days and still be a happy fucking go lucky numb skull without a care in the world if you pity not yourself but everyone else. I served a few months in jail this past year and found that i was really fucking HAPPY! I know what your thinking, what kind of brain dead fucking idiot could be happy to be in jail? i was not happy to be in jail but happy that i had a roof over my head, a mat to sleep on, a blanket to stay warm, 2 meals a day i mean what else could you ask for? all of your basic needs are met. Do you really deserve to have anything more than anybody else? when there are people out there that die all the time because they CANT get those basic needs fulfilled why in the hell are we driving brand new cars or even cars at all, living in homes made of enough aluminum, brick, wood and other materials to feed someone enough to keep them alive for a good part of their life. Doesnt it seem to you that if people really gave a shit about themselves or anybody else they would be more than grateful to be able to give up material possessions to give someone else a chance to live a life at all? The truth is we are all stuck up pricks that dont give a shit about anything but satisfying our own lust of pleasure. I will say there are a "few" good people out there but if your sitting there reading this on a computer and you think youve got it bad, your a stuck up peice of shit too. After all you can afford to spend money on electricity but you cant afford to feed someone, even if you do donate to charities are you really doing enough? No because your still on the computer wasting money that you could be using to feed a kid somewhere out there that otherwise will starve to death. Thats just the way it is and we've been doing it our whole lives. If you dont like the thought of being a selfish peice of shit, youve got 2 choices. Either get over it and accept the fact that your just as bad as the shit heads that flew their planes into the twin towers and killed all those people, or give up everything you have and help somebody out, stop wanting, start giving. Which will you do? If you want to change your ways you can start by donating a few dollars to help keep food in my stomach and a warm place to sleep. We'll see just how many "good" people are out there, i doubt many of you are. - Gabriel Turner You can email me at damaster406@gmail.com or send money to that email address using paypal at http://www.paypal.com

We have a family of three. Me, my husband and our six year old beautiful, beautiful son. I'm studying to become a bioanalysist and my husband is studying to become a computer engineerer. We are currently very poor and I'm ashamed of begging but I know that someday I will be able to pay back to the society!

It breaks my heart to see my son grieve for his bike after some stupid ass junkie stole it! (well I don't really know who did it). But we just can't afford to buy him a new one. That's why I came here to ask if anyone would want to help. I promise to send a merry picture of my son and his new bike to any doner if he/she wants :) My e-mail: karen_suominen@hotmail.fi

I don't even know where to start. The sad thing is, I've only got myself to blame. I can't begin to tell you how ashamed I am of myself in front of my family, friends and the one girl that every man wants, my current girlfriend.

The only good news is that I realize where I stand today and I'm doing all I can (finishing school..finally) to give myself a chance at a decent income. I'm the typical guy who everyone picked to be the most successful, but I failed, essentially, I've become a failure to launch at 34!!

Here's my situation:

Credit card debt: $27000
Student Loans: $30000
Current income: $1400 monthly
Current rent: $750 + bills
Current eating patterns: tuna cans, bean cans, rice..you get the picture.

Now, I'm not asking for you to solve my life. I've been toughing it out paying my bills. I have bankruptcy options, but I have too much of a guilty conscience to shove my finger up society's ass.

This is what I'm hoping for: You are a rich person that needs to hide money from the tax man. You pay off all or part of my credit card (which is in good standing since I'm paying the F**** monthly payments)The money that I save not paying the interest rate will go a long way in solving my issues. Alternatively, you can come up with another plan/advice/suggestion/etc. to somehow shave off $600 off my monthly expenses. Obviously, if you do pay my credit card, I will get you a card under your name (secondary card holder) so that you have access to your money. I can't believe I'm actually doing this online.

Hello I lost my job in November and have been busting my ass since to find another job but no luck so far. I'm struggling month to month to pay rent (borrowing from friends and relatives, selling my possessions) and I've now run out of options and things to sell. Anything you can give will help regardless of the amount.

i am a 26 yr old female who has been physically and emotionally abused / neglected my entire life. i have no friends or anyone to help me at all and only 1 survivng family member, my mother who i was recently living with. her abuse was extreme and horrible and it was way too much to handle so now i am homeless. i dont really have any other options, i have nothing of value and was not able to attend school due to a rocky home life so i dropped out in 5th grade. i am trying really hard to better my life and i got my GED w/ nearly perfect scores and i am trying to attend college as best i can. i am very smart and gifted and am getting a perfect grade in my nutrition and science classes. it is really hard to do anything as i have no money at all, i havent been able to find a job all year, i am literally starving and have not eaten for about 2 days because i have to beg for money to eat off of dollar menus. i am not able to get food stamps because i am in college, i have no financial aid because i am just starting college and my gpa was too low due to withdrawls. i had to withdraw because of abuse and the toll it was taking on me and my grades. i have no income or money at all. social services are completely failing me and i am starving, dirty, homeless, and seriously depressed. i practically live out of public restrooms and sometimes i do eat leftover food i find discarded. i dont want to sound overly dramatic but this is really what i have to do to get by. my school gives me canned food every week that i basically live off of and i have to conserve it by eating it about once a day / every other day, ( its not very much, maybe a day or so worth of food ). when it rains i sometimes sleep in the student health center if i am unable to find an adequate freezing corner to crawl into. i am so alone, i have been my whole life, i have nothing and no one and i never really have had any kind of life. i am so tired, i try so hard to better my life and its just really hard and depressing. i will do anything for money just so i can eat. if i wasnt fat or ugly i would go become a hooker or some kind of criminal at this point. i will seriously do anything. if u have anything in mind let me know, i will do it. i have barely any resources and my last shred of hope is hanging pretty thin. i am probably going to end up dying anyways because i am just wasting away and nothing ever really gets any better. i dont care if i live or die. i have nothing and no one and i am horribly alone and sad. i need serious help and i doubt anyone or anything is going to give a rats ass about a worthless unwanted accident in the first place. public services fail me, i do not have any children or drug addictions. maybe if i starve enough i will become thin enough to be a stripper. i really need to see a doctor. honestly no one will ever care what happens to me. i need some serious help. i am trying to have a normal life and be a normal person. i need money to eat and maybe 1 nice outfit to wear on an interview, i have nothing. im not too concerned where i sleep anymore. anything you can help me with would be eternally appreciated and i will give it all back when i am able to. i want to save enough money to get out of this state and get some kind of place / life somewhere because i cant afford to live here even if i did have a job. i am stuck here and really need a way out. please help me, someone, anyone. i am entirely grateful from the bottom of my heart, what little is left of it. =(

I realize this is totally desperate, BUT rest assured that after 4 years of estrangement, I must and will use all contributions towards filing an uncontested divorce.

I am a part-time state employee and a Dean's List student who is totally self supporting(aka BROKE). But I need to get on with my life, and you can help make it happen! With gas to get there from my home 2 hours away, filing fee and fee to have the papers served, I estimate it will cost about $200 initially. No amount is too small and all donations are GREATLY appreciated!

Trust me, I know there are way better causes to give your money to.. animal rights, Haiti, sick children etc etc etc. And who the hell am I to even ask?! I got myself into this mess, I should get myself out, I know. At this point all my money is going to survival, and school expenses. Any little bit helps. I am usually too proud to beg, but there is nothing more in this whole world that I want than to be FREE OF MY EX. I have a variable second job as a temp, and I am looking into other ways of making money in my spare time, also at things like yard and bake sales,lawn mowing, leaf raking, etc too. I am not trying to sit on my ass and have folks cover my expenses, trust me. But any little bit helps. Can't fault a gal for trying, can you?

Here's the deal: I am a 20 year old woman, going to college and working a shitty job. Right now, all I can afford to buy is bread, pasta, and rice. Not healthy, or fun. Plus, I'm dealing with monthly bills that are kicking my ass. SO, this is just a shameless plea for you to help a lady out... I need cat food, vegetables, rent money, and booze. & hell, if this somehow works fantastically, maybe I'll save up for a boob job. Thanks. =]

Well since it can't hurt to be hopeful, I really need money. I'm a 22 year old single mom of the most amazing 2 year old boy, he is the light of my life. In order to support us and put a roof over our head, I am working over 50 hours a week as a receptionist and going to night school after my long days. This morning when I dropped my little man off at the babysitter's, the look on his face was devastating. He misses me, he wants me to be there to cuddle with him, he wants his mom. I feel like I am constantly shuffling him around just to work, just to live. The worse part: because I work so many hours and take home $450 a week... I don't qualify for any state assistance whatsoever. I barely pay rent at the end of the month, utilities are always late, our fridge is empty. There is no end for me in sight, no breaks, just long, tiring days and a broken heart. I will work my ass off for the rest of my life if it means my baby has a decent life, but what I would give to be there for more than just a few minutes a day. If you could help us out so I can finish school, I would be forever greatful.

Lots of Love,
Vanessa and Ryder

Well since it can't hurt to be hopeful, I really need money. I'm a 22 year old single mom of the most amazing 2 year old boy, he is the light of my life. In order to support us and put a roof over our head, I am working over 50 hours a week as a receptionist and going to night school after my long days. This morning when I dropped my little man off at the babysitter's, the look on his face was devastating. He misses me, he wants me to be there to cuddle with him, he wants his mom. I feel like I am constantly shuffling him around just to work, just to live. The worse part: because I work so many hours and take home $450 a week... I don't qualify for any state assistance whatsoever. I barely pay rent at the end of the month, utilities are always late, our fridge is empty. There is no end for me in sight, no breaks, just long, tiring days and a broken heart. I will work my ass off for the rest of my life if it means my baby has a decent life, but what I would give to be there for more than just a few minutes a day. If you could help us out just so I could finish school, I would be forever greatful.

Lots of Love,
Vanessa and Ryder