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I am the 2%, or My Life as a Teen Mom
Posted by educatedsinglemama on 2012-05-14 02:58:09
Since today is Motherâs Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what itâs meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that Iâve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now Iâm facing a struggle in which Iâm 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 didnât care about getting an education. I was a introverted ânerdâ who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didnât have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my âaccelerated classes,â 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 couldnât do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didnât entice me. I also knew if I didnât get an education, Iâd be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didnât want to struggle like Iâve 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. Iâve 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: weâd 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, Iâd have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a dayâs worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. Iâd 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 bachelorâs 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 Iâm most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. Iâm 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 mamaâon 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. Iâd learn all the inâs and outâs 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 wonât get into the details but I was told Iâd 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 Iâve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet Iâm struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but theyâre scarce and donât 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 isnât enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. Iâm in the process of starting up two businessesâone 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, Iâm asking for any donations to my cause. Iâm willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. Thereâs 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.
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 didnât care about getting an education. I was a introverted ânerdâ who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didnât have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my âaccelerated classes,â 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 couldnât do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didnât entice me. I also knew if I didnât get an education, Iâd be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didnât want to struggle like Iâve 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. Iâve 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: weâd 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, Iâd have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a dayâs worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. Iâd 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 bachelorâs 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 Iâm most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. Iâm 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 mamaâon 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. Iâd learn all the inâs and outâs 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 wonât get into the details but I was told Iâd 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 Iâve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet Iâm struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but theyâre scarce and donât 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 isnât enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. Iâm in the process of starting up two businessesâone 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, Iâm asking for any donations to my cause. Iâm willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. Thereâs 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.
I am the 2%-My Life as a Single Mom
Posted by educatedsinglemama on 2012-05-14 02:58:08
Since today is Motherâs Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what itâs meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that Iâve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now Iâm facing a struggle in which Iâm 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 didnât care about getting an education. I was a introverted ânerdâ who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didnât have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my âaccelerated classes,â 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 couldnât do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didnât entice me. I also knew if I didnât get an education, Iâd be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didnât want to struggle like Iâve 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. Iâve 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: weâd 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, Iâd have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a dayâs worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. Iâd 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 bachelorâs 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 Iâm most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. Iâm 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 mamaâon 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. Iâd learn all the inâs and outâs 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 wonât get into the details but I was told Iâd 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 Iâve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet Iâm struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but theyâre scarce and donât 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 isnât enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. Iâm in the process of starting up two businessesâone 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, Iâm asking for any donations to my cause. Iâm willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. Thereâs 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.
http://educatedsinglemom.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/i-am-the-2-or-my-life-as-a-teen-mom-2/
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 didnât care about getting an education. I was a introverted ânerdâ who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didnât have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my âaccelerated classes,â 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 couldnât do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didnât entice me. I also knew if I didnât get an education, Iâd be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didnât want to struggle like Iâve 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. Iâve 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: weâd 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, Iâd have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a dayâs worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. Iâd 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 bachelorâs 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 Iâm most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. Iâm 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 mamaâon 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. Iâd learn all the inâs and outâs 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 wonât get into the details but I was told Iâd 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 Iâve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet Iâm struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but theyâre scarce and donât 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 isnât enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. Iâm in the process of starting up two businessesâone 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, Iâm asking for any donations to my cause. Iâm willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. Thereâs 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.
http://educatedsinglemom.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/i-am-the-2-or-my-life-as-a-teen-mom-2/
I am the 2%, or My Life as a Teen Mom
Posted by educatedsinglemama on 2012-05-14 02:58:08
Since today is Motherâs Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what itâs meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that Iâve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now Iâm facing a struggle in which Iâm 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 didnât care about getting an education. I was a introverted ânerdâ who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didnât have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my âaccelerated classes,â 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 couldnât do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didnât entice me. I also knew if I didnât get an education, Iâd be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didnât want to struggle like Iâve 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. Iâve 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: weâd 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, Iâd have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a dayâs worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. Iâd 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 bachelorâs 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 Iâm most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. Iâm 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 mamaâon 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. Iâd learn all the inâs and outâs 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 wonât get into the details but I was told Iâd 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 Iâve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet Iâm struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but theyâre scarce and donât 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 isnât enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. Iâm in the process of starting up two businessesâone 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, Iâm asking for any donations to my cause. Iâm willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. Thereâs 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.
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 didnât care about getting an education. I was a introverted ânerdâ who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didnât have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my âaccelerated classes,â 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 couldnât do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didnât entice me. I also knew if I didnât get an education, Iâd be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didnât want to struggle like Iâve 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. Iâve 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: weâd 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, Iâd have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a dayâs worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. Iâd 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 bachelorâs 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 Iâm most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. Iâm 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 mamaâon 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. Iâd learn all the inâs and outâs 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 wonât get into the details but I was told Iâd 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 Iâve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet Iâm struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but theyâre scarce and donât 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 isnât enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. Iâm in the process of starting up two businessesâone 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, Iâm asking for any donations to my cause. Iâm willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. Thereâs 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.
Please help....
Posted by havetosurvive on 2011-10-28 20:58:31
I never do this before, so I don't know what should I say...... I stuck on credit card debt problem, in couple years I've been trying to solve it by myself, but soon I realized that I was not able for it. there are no new bill in my credit card, but rest and interest of the bill that really trouble me. I really bored with this situation, so I push myself to begging and get end with my debt problem. I very appreciate your help...
The Grasshopper and the Ant
Posted by HelpJoeUp58 on 2011-09-11 17:58:18
Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
Since my previous posts have yielded only four donations over the last five months I thought I would try this approach. My financial problems are quite real. If you find my fable entertaining please send a small donation.
- Fortuna vitrea est, tum cum splendet frangitur -
The Grasshopper and the Ant
A Classic retold by Joseph the Beggar King
Part One
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there were two friends, the Grasshopper and the Ant. Why these two became friends is a bit of a mystery. The Grasshopper was a dreamer and a drifter. The Ant was a believer and an achiever.
In school the Grasshopper would look out the window without thought and only learned the subjects he found interesting. Sometimes he would fall asleep in Math class, other times when a angry teacher would jump him with a pop question he would give the correct answer in way that would confound them.
The Ant was a teachers dream, he soaked up every subject the system taught him, gave the correct answers in the correct way and got straight A s. He would delight his Math teacher by doing compound interest in his head. The Ant believed that what they taught him would help him succeed and was very completive. After graduating High School the Ant got an Academic Scholarship and the Grasshopper got a Pell Grant.
Within four years the Ant got two BS degrees in Business Management and Engineering. The Grasshopper dropped out after the first year. He went to live with the Rainbow Tribe for a few years. On the way to the bus station he found an old fiddle in a trash pile along the road and when he got station he was able to panhandle his bus fare. That was the Grasshoppers first beg.
The Ant took the College like a fish to water. During open Rush some Greeks invite him to be a brother in their Fraternity. He earned his dues by being the Frat Houses Accountant and made beer money by writing term papers. One day while visiting the Tri Deltas he watches the girls play volleyball and is amazed that even though they are playing a vigorous game not one of them breaks a sweat. It is there he meets the girl of his dreams, Polly Fishbane.
While the Grasshopper was living with the Rainbow Tribe he never meets the girl of his dreams, but it does not really matter too much because they believe in Free Love. So free, in fact, that after what you might call the Honeymoon he found himself getting a little bored with it. From the Rainbow Tribe he learns to live off the fat of country and from his new friend, Buffalo with Runs, he learns to live off the land. Buffalo with Runs was an very old Indian that was adopted by the tribe. He taught the Grasshopper what wild plants were safe to eat or use for medicines. He showed him how to set traps and hunt small game. Then, during one winter Gathering four people froze to dead because they were too stoned to come in out of the cold. The Grasshopper became very sad and hopped away.
The Ant is recruited by a Aerospace firm even before he graduated college and goes to work on the Apollo Program. He and his new wife Polly loved the Florida sunshine and settle down to start the American Dream. They decide to have two and half children. Even though the third kid looked a bit odd the Ant loved him as only a father can. With easy money down and mortgage tax deductions compliments of Uncle Sam, they get a house with a two car garage. Next they get two cars and the Rat Race is on. The Ant loves it! Working on the Apollo Program is more than a job, it is being part of history. Polly loves it! Raising their kids and Keeping up of with the Jones. She starts selling Avon products on the side. The Ant buys the best bass boat in the neighborhood, but only uses it once a year because he too busy working. He sets up his retirement funds and a small stock portfolio. Life is Good!
After leaving the Rainbow Tribe the Grasshopper panhandles his way across the country. He sets up in parks and subways where he pretends to play his fiddle while selling jewelry made of deer anthers and beads. The noise he makes with his fiddle sounds like a cat being killed and people give him money just to make him stop. Before the Cops run him off, the Grasshopper usually made enough in one day of begging to cover his needs for the week. When he is hungry he goes to a Soup Kitchen and when he needs clothing there are the Sharing Centers. Every now and then he lets some good hearted woman try to save him. Life is Good and he hops away.
The Apollo Program ends and the new Shuttle program does not start for a couple of years. The Aerospace company were the Ant works at does not win any of the new bids. They offer him a job in California at 20% less of his salary. Polly and the kids are in a rage. Nobody wants to move and leave their friends. The Ant sells his house at a loss because the real estate market in flooded by the laid offs. The one car and the boat are reprocessed. He sells off his stock portfolio for the down payment on the new house in California and even though money is tight the Ant decides to take the family on a short vacation to Key West to uplift their spirits. He finds the Grasshopper selling deer antler jewelry at the Front Street Market. While Polly and the kids go shopping, he and Grasshopper catch up and have a couple of beers. The Ant tells his friend about the laid offs and the move. The Grasshopper asks him - Are you Happy - ? The Ant says - Yes -. His friend says, - Good - . They watch the sunset and see a green flash on the horizon.
To be continue.
and Pete B.
Since my previous posts have yielded only four donations over the last five months I thought I would try this approach. My financial problems are quite real. If you find my fable entertaining please send a small donation.
- Fortuna vitrea est, tum cum splendet frangitur -
The Grasshopper and the Ant
A Classic retold by Joseph the Beggar King
Part One
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there were two friends, the Grasshopper and the Ant. Why these two became friends is a bit of a mystery. The Grasshopper was a dreamer and a drifter. The Ant was a believer and an achiever.
In school the Grasshopper would look out the window without thought and only learned the subjects he found interesting. Sometimes he would fall asleep in Math class, other times when a angry teacher would jump him with a pop question he would give the correct answer in way that would confound them.
The Ant was a teachers dream, he soaked up every subject the system taught him, gave the correct answers in the correct way and got straight A s. He would delight his Math teacher by doing compound interest in his head. The Ant believed that what they taught him would help him succeed and was very completive. After graduating High School the Ant got an Academic Scholarship and the Grasshopper got a Pell Grant.
Within four years the Ant got two BS degrees in Business Management and Engineering. The Grasshopper dropped out after the first year. He went to live with the Rainbow Tribe for a few years. On the way to the bus station he found an old fiddle in a trash pile along the road and when he got station he was able to panhandle his bus fare. That was the Grasshoppers first beg.
The Ant took the College like a fish to water. During open Rush some Greeks invite him to be a brother in their Fraternity. He earned his dues by being the Frat Houses Accountant and made beer money by writing term papers. One day while visiting the Tri Deltas he watches the girls play volleyball and is amazed that even though they are playing a vigorous game not one of them breaks a sweat. It is there he meets the girl of his dreams, Polly Fishbane.
While the Grasshopper was living with the Rainbow Tribe he never meets the girl of his dreams, but it does not really matter too much because they believe in Free Love. So free, in fact, that after what you might call the Honeymoon he found himself getting a little bored with it. From the Rainbow Tribe he learns to live off the fat of country and from his new friend, Buffalo with Runs, he learns to live off the land. Buffalo with Runs was an very old Indian that was adopted by the tribe. He taught the Grasshopper what wild plants were safe to eat or use for medicines. He showed him how to set traps and hunt small game. Then, during one winter Gathering four people froze to dead because they were too stoned to come in out of the cold. The Grasshopper became very sad and hopped away.
The Ant is recruited by a Aerospace firm even before he graduated college and goes to work on the Apollo Program. He and his new wife Polly loved the Florida sunshine and settle down to start the American Dream. They decide to have two and half children. Even though the third kid looked a bit odd the Ant loved him as only a father can. With easy money down and mortgage tax deductions compliments of Uncle Sam, they get a house with a two car garage. Next they get two cars and the Rat Race is on. The Ant loves it! Working on the Apollo Program is more than a job, it is being part of history. Polly loves it! Raising their kids and Keeping up of with the Jones. She starts selling Avon products on the side. The Ant buys the best bass boat in the neighborhood, but only uses it once a year because he too busy working. He sets up his retirement funds and a small stock portfolio. Life is Good!
After leaving the Rainbow Tribe the Grasshopper panhandles his way across the country. He sets up in parks and subways where he pretends to play his fiddle while selling jewelry made of deer anthers and beads. The noise he makes with his fiddle sounds like a cat being killed and people give him money just to make him stop. Before the Cops run him off, the Grasshopper usually made enough in one day of begging to cover his needs for the week. When he is hungry he goes to a Soup Kitchen and when he needs clothing there are the Sharing Centers. Every now and then he lets some good hearted woman try to save him. Life is Good and he hops away.
The Apollo Program ends and the new Shuttle program does not start for a couple of years. The Aerospace company were the Ant works at does not win any of the new bids. They offer him a job in California at 20% less of his salary. Polly and the kids are in a rage. Nobody wants to move and leave their friends. The Ant sells his house at a loss because the real estate market in flooded by the laid offs. The one car and the boat are reprocessed. He sells off his stock portfolio for the down payment on the new house in California and even though money is tight the Ant decides to take the family on a short vacation to Key West to uplift their spirits. He finds the Grasshopper selling deer antler jewelry at the Front Street Market. While Polly and the kids go shopping, he and Grasshopper catch up and have a couple of beers. The Ant tells his friend about the laid offs and the move. The Grasshopper asks him - Are you Happy - ? The Ant says - Yes -. His friend says, - Good - . They watch the sunset and see a green flash on the horizon.
To be continue.
I am lost and in desperate need of a MIRIACLE! "Pay It Forward".. God Bless!
Posted by payitforward on 2010-12-26 15:58:58
I have NEVER EVER done this before but I ran across this site and figured I have nothing to loose trying. "Where there is a will there is a way!" Where to start? Sighhh...
I am the sweetest, sensitive, charitable, loving, giving, God Fearing, non judgemental, lover, encourager lady.. Many of my closest friends and family call me an "Angel on earth"... But even Angels need help once in a while.. I'm usually the helper so asking for help is new and a bit hard for me to chew..
First let's start with: My name is Crystal H.. I am a 32 year old caucasion lady that lives in Colorado.. Native to Colorado. Growing up I excelled in school thus earning 4.0 average and constant Honor Roll. I did have College opportunities ect. but at that time I met a young man in college, football player and fell in love. I had a good paying job as an office manager and thought all was good.. It was for several years anyway..We married and At 23yrs. I gave birth to my miriacle baby whom was premature and weighed 2 lbs. 11oz. I was very ill at the end of pregnancy due to acute Eclampsia so she was born early emergency c-cection, flight for lifed to Childrens Hospital in Denver and I stayed in ICU for the first week.. Keep in mind due to circumstances I never was able to see or touch my daughter before they airlifted her to Denver.. Finally one week later my doctor gave me a two hour pass to beable to go to Denver and meet my new daughter for the very first time.. Words can't tell what I felt and the emotions I was feeling.. I still tear up recounting the events.. But yes after many tears, fear of touching or holding her due to her size and all that was hooked up to her I did finally get courageous enough to hold my new born daughter after a week for the first time.. Love at first sight! Chills are still going through my body as I write this.. Anyway's over time she improved and became much stronger. She was small but mighty. I was finally released from the hospital myself and spent all my time with her at Childrens Hospital until release day.. Brought her home at 3 lbs. 12 oz and had the ultimate baby learning/motherly instincts. With 4 yrs. of twice weekly physical therapy she grew out of her challenges, and has grown into an way above average intellence, beautiful nine yr. old.. Thank you God!!!
My next challenges were none to fun at all! My marriage became rocky.. He became abusive physically, emotionally and mentally.. After about the last 3 yrs. becoming so bad and scary I could not deal with his abuse or allow my daughter seeing such activity. So with that said I asked him to leave our home. He would not leave without a police escort, but finally was gone nonetheless.. I am NOT pro divorce at all so after the initial anger callmed down I did go to him asking him to please do counceling with me and let's really try to work this all out. He REFUSED! So after being with my ex husband twelve years we finally did divorce.. =(
Right after the divorce at the age of 30, I was rushed to the ER and diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. I was in ICU for over one week and spent several months at home on oxygen. But now since the divorce I was dropped from his insurance so I am unable to have the cardiovascular care needed and a heart valve repaired.. But I have faith one day I will beable to have this delt with.. Gotta believe!
Next was really NOT PLANNED or wanted but happened. I finally met a young man whom I started spending much time with. Due to my heart and lack of insurance I was not on birth control but did use condoms with him. Unfortunately a condom did break and yes I did become pregnant.. Three day's before Christmas last year I misscarried the baby and spent two day's in hospital due to D&C and my heart. I was released at Christmas and had a hard time dealing with the hormones, lack of support from the young man, failure in my parents eyes ect.. Just plain and simple was a hard time for me emotionally but I NEVER once let my daughter know of this and still have not to this day. She does not need to be scared any further than what she has already in life.
Now we come to current events.. Swear I have let my life become a soap opera and should right a what not to do and how to survive book for women.. sighhhhh.... Anyways. After being single for nearly a year and of course wishing I could meet a nice (preferably) Christian boy to date and enter into a relationship with a man whom I have known for several years who was a family friend while I was married came back into my life. This time he showed strong romantic gestures and over time did finally earn some trust n love with me. We entered into a relationship and it felt safe and comfortable since I'd known him so long, family new him and my daughter new him well already too..
I finally started becoming happier and was slowly gaining a little self confidence, and believing that things will end up working out finally afterall.. (Keep in mind due to lack of insurance and Heart Failure I was still not allowed on birth control pills like I wanted) we of course used protection always. But two times the condom came off in me.. I hoped all would be fine and I would not become pregnant, not at all wanting to repeat my first ordeal I had with my daughter plus now with my Congestive Heart Failure on top of it all pregnancy would NOT be good! I went to a local clinic and talked to a female doctor there and begged her if there would be anyway I could qualify for any free birth control that would not hinder my CHF.. Finally I had good news.. =) She said she would see if I could qualify for the low hormone Miranna and if I did she would implant it in my uterous for free.. This was to last for five years.. Yes one positive answered prayer. I went to my doctors oppt. as sheduled, they had me do an UA to make sure I was not pregnant before insertion and preped me for the procedure. Right before the Doctor was to do procedure the nurse came into the room and notified both of us that indeed I was pregnant.. My head swirled with confusion, fear, stress ect.. After talking to my doctor briefly about it, my history ect. I left the office and proceeded to go to my boyfriend to update him of the current events.. At the very beginning he sounded happy and positive, even eased my mind a little but about two day's later he up and left me. I have had my first ultrasound and as of yet the baby is alive and well. Strong heart beat. I am nearly two months pregnant, doctor took me off all my heart meds. due to baby. Still no insurance, applied for Medicade which really saddened me that I was at a point I had to do this.. Very humbling to say the least, and am alone, confused, many urging me to abort the baby but remember I am Christian and this is a hard concept for me to accept.. Currently unemployed, single mother, pregnant, no father support, lonely, desperate and really beginning to feel hopeless.. There is a high probability that the acute Eclampsia could repeat itself again as it did with my daughter and now I'm older than before. Not 23 anymore now I'm 32 with Congestive Heart Failure and Hypertension. Trying to support my nine year old the best I can and now so worried and fearful of what is to come.. Christmas just happened and it so did not feel like Christmas to me. Not much I could do for my daughter or my loved ones. I'm so scared of what the near future holds and how I will beable to deal with it, and be healthy enough to continue taking care of my nine yr. old. Need a good job but kinda feel it would be hard since I am so high risk I have MANY constant dr. visits. Neonatal parnatologist, my OB, and supposed to find a cadiologist as well to monitor me.. Medicade pending but no answer if they would accept me yet, bills piling up, and feeling out of control totally of my life right now.. Sad and confused that bf left me too.. I'm praying sooooo hard daily, nightly, looking on internet for at home jobs I could do but most end up seeming like scams, keep going to church in order to help try to keep me grounded and keep the faith that somehow it will all work out.. I sure hope I have not bored you to death, some may be pretty disgusted by my mistakes and situation, but I do hope nonetheless that maybe even just one person actually found this post, read it through, and maybe just maybe is in a posistion of life that they could and would be willing to help me out a little.. The whole "Pay it forward" campaign.. I fully believe in that and fully believe what goeas around comes around.. Regardless of the outcome I wan't to take a moment to wish everyone that took the time to read my post all the best to you and yours, full love and ENDLESS BLESSINGS to all!
With love and true sencerity,
Crystal H...¢¾
P.S. I don't have a paypal acct. sorry.. If you would like to contact me you may please do so via email at:
chedenskog@yahoo.com Please let me know you are from this site in the subject line so I do not assume you are spam.. Thank you and God Bless...¢¾
I am the sweetest, sensitive, charitable, loving, giving, God Fearing, non judgemental, lover, encourager lady.. Many of my closest friends and family call me an "Angel on earth"... But even Angels need help once in a while.. I'm usually the helper so asking for help is new and a bit hard for me to chew..
First let's start with: My name is Crystal H.. I am a 32 year old caucasion lady that lives in Colorado.. Native to Colorado. Growing up I excelled in school thus earning 4.0 average and constant Honor Roll. I did have College opportunities ect. but at that time I met a young man in college, football player and fell in love. I had a good paying job as an office manager and thought all was good.. It was for several years anyway..We married and At 23yrs. I gave birth to my miriacle baby whom was premature and weighed 2 lbs. 11oz. I was very ill at the end of pregnancy due to acute Eclampsia so she was born early emergency c-cection, flight for lifed to Childrens Hospital in Denver and I stayed in ICU for the first week.. Keep in mind due to circumstances I never was able to see or touch my daughter before they airlifted her to Denver.. Finally one week later my doctor gave me a two hour pass to beable to go to Denver and meet my new daughter for the very first time.. Words can't tell what I felt and the emotions I was feeling.. I still tear up recounting the events.. But yes after many tears, fear of touching or holding her due to her size and all that was hooked up to her I did finally get courageous enough to hold my new born daughter after a week for the first time.. Love at first sight! Chills are still going through my body as I write this.. Anyway's over time she improved and became much stronger. She was small but mighty. I was finally released from the hospital myself and spent all my time with her at Childrens Hospital until release day.. Brought her home at 3 lbs. 12 oz and had the ultimate baby learning/motherly instincts. With 4 yrs. of twice weekly physical therapy she grew out of her challenges, and has grown into an way above average intellence, beautiful nine yr. old.. Thank you God!!!
My next challenges were none to fun at all! My marriage became rocky.. He became abusive physically, emotionally and mentally.. After about the last 3 yrs. becoming so bad and scary I could not deal with his abuse or allow my daughter seeing such activity. So with that said I asked him to leave our home. He would not leave without a police escort, but finally was gone nonetheless.. I am NOT pro divorce at all so after the initial anger callmed down I did go to him asking him to please do counceling with me and let's really try to work this all out. He REFUSED! So after being with my ex husband twelve years we finally did divorce.. =(
Right after the divorce at the age of 30, I was rushed to the ER and diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. I was in ICU for over one week and spent several months at home on oxygen. But now since the divorce I was dropped from his insurance so I am unable to have the cardiovascular care needed and a heart valve repaired.. But I have faith one day I will beable to have this delt with.. Gotta believe!
Next was really NOT PLANNED or wanted but happened. I finally met a young man whom I started spending much time with. Due to my heart and lack of insurance I was not on birth control but did use condoms with him. Unfortunately a condom did break and yes I did become pregnant.. Three day's before Christmas last year I misscarried the baby and spent two day's in hospital due to D&C and my heart. I was released at Christmas and had a hard time dealing with the hormones, lack of support from the young man, failure in my parents eyes ect.. Just plain and simple was a hard time for me emotionally but I NEVER once let my daughter know of this and still have not to this day. She does not need to be scared any further than what she has already in life.
Now we come to current events.. Swear I have let my life become a soap opera and should right a what not to do and how to survive book for women.. sighhhhh.... Anyways. After being single for nearly a year and of course wishing I could meet a nice (preferably) Christian boy to date and enter into a relationship with a man whom I have known for several years who was a family friend while I was married came back into my life. This time he showed strong romantic gestures and over time did finally earn some trust n love with me. We entered into a relationship and it felt safe and comfortable since I'd known him so long, family new him and my daughter new him well already too..
I finally started becoming happier and was slowly gaining a little self confidence, and believing that things will end up working out finally afterall.. (Keep in mind due to lack of insurance and Heart Failure I was still not allowed on birth control pills like I wanted) we of course used protection always. But two times the condom came off in me.. I hoped all would be fine and I would not become pregnant, not at all wanting to repeat my first ordeal I had with my daughter plus now with my Congestive Heart Failure on top of it all pregnancy would NOT be good! I went to a local clinic and talked to a female doctor there and begged her if there would be anyway I could qualify for any free birth control that would not hinder my CHF.. Finally I had good news.. =) She said she would see if I could qualify for the low hormone Miranna and if I did she would implant it in my uterous for free.. This was to last for five years.. Yes one positive answered prayer. I went to my doctors oppt. as sheduled, they had me do an UA to make sure I was not pregnant before insertion and preped me for the procedure. Right before the Doctor was to do procedure the nurse came into the room and notified both of us that indeed I was pregnant.. My head swirled with confusion, fear, stress ect.. After talking to my doctor briefly about it, my history ect. I left the office and proceeded to go to my boyfriend to update him of the current events.. At the very beginning he sounded happy and positive, even eased my mind a little but about two day's later he up and left me. I have had my first ultrasound and as of yet the baby is alive and well. Strong heart beat. I am nearly two months pregnant, doctor took me off all my heart meds. due to baby. Still no insurance, applied for Medicade which really saddened me that I was at a point I had to do this.. Very humbling to say the least, and am alone, confused, many urging me to abort the baby but remember I am Christian and this is a hard concept for me to accept.. Currently unemployed, single mother, pregnant, no father support, lonely, desperate and really beginning to feel hopeless.. There is a high probability that the acute Eclampsia could repeat itself again as it did with my daughter and now I'm older than before. Not 23 anymore now I'm 32 with Congestive Heart Failure and Hypertension. Trying to support my nine year old the best I can and now so worried and fearful of what is to come.. Christmas just happened and it so did not feel like Christmas to me. Not much I could do for my daughter or my loved ones. I'm so scared of what the near future holds and how I will beable to deal with it, and be healthy enough to continue taking care of my nine yr. old. Need a good job but kinda feel it would be hard since I am so high risk I have MANY constant dr. visits. Neonatal parnatologist, my OB, and supposed to find a cadiologist as well to monitor me.. Medicade pending but no answer if they would accept me yet, bills piling up, and feeling out of control totally of my life right now.. Sad and confused that bf left me too.. I'm praying sooooo hard daily, nightly, looking on internet for at home jobs I could do but most end up seeming like scams, keep going to church in order to help try to keep me grounded and keep the faith that somehow it will all work out.. I sure hope I have not bored you to death, some may be pretty disgusted by my mistakes and situation, but I do hope nonetheless that maybe even just one person actually found this post, read it through, and maybe just maybe is in a posistion of life that they could and would be willing to help me out a little.. The whole "Pay it forward" campaign.. I fully believe in that and fully believe what goeas around comes around.. Regardless of the outcome I wan't to take a moment to wish everyone that took the time to read my post all the best to you and yours, full love and ENDLESS BLESSINGS to all!
With love and true sencerity,
Crystal H...¢¾
P.S. I don't have a paypal acct. sorry.. If you would like to contact me you may please do so via email at:
chedenskog@yahoo.com Please let me know you are from this site in the subject line so I do not assume you are spam.. Thank you and God Bless...¢¾
Want to compete in Playboy Bunny's 2011 model search
Posted by AlimaJaali on 2010-12-06 13:58:58
I am an average American who wakes every morning, go to work, come home, and do it all over again the next day. I did well in school and never defied authority. I am your typical "good girl." I'M BORED! I want to do something that is out of the ordinary for me. I want to feel alive! I use to dance and participate in sports so, I have an athletic body. I'm tall and beautiful. However, since I work everyday I do not get a chance to workout like I use to. I know this request will probably offend some people who are struggling financial and for that, I apologize. I don't mean to be offensive. I want to grow old, look back on my life and be proud of at least one off-the-wall, crazy thing from my past! I am requesting donations so I can take a leave of absence from work, hire a personal trainer and a dietitian in order to get back in tip-top shape. I would love to compete in the Playboy Bunny's 2011 model search!
Want to compete in Playboy Bunny's 2011 model search
Posted by AlimaJaali on 2010-12-06 12:58:58
I am an average American who wakes every morning, go to work, come home, and do it all over again the next day. I did well in school and never defied authority. I am your typical "good girl." I'M BORED! I want to do something that is out of the ordinary for me. I want to feel alive! I use to dance and participate in sports so, I have an athletic body. I'm tall and beautiful. However, since I work everyday I do not get a chance to workout like I use to. I know this request will probably offend some people who are struggling financial and for that, I apologize. I don't mean to be offensive. I want to grow old, look back on my life and be proud of at least one off-the-wall, crazy thing from my past! I am requesting donations so I can take a leave of absence from work, hire a personal trainer and a dietitian in order to get back in tip-top shape. I would love to compete in the Playboy Bunny's 2011 model search!
my family really needs the help.
Posted by pleasehelp85 on 2010-08-18 22:58:58
I am going to be honest by first telling you how truly humiliating this is. I am sure there are a million people on here who are trying to get your attention with their stories about horrific accidents and medical bills. How do you know if they are telling the truth? you don't, you have to rely on your gut...I am asking you to please open your heart and walk a month in my shoes.
My husband lost his job, and I am a stay at home mother to our 10 month old daughter. We earn $500 a month which is my baby bonus.
this $500 has to last us the whole month. We always make sure that our daughter comes before us. She always has food, clothes and diapers. After we buy these for her we are not left with much money.
Right now in my kitchen I have pasta with no sauce, peanut butter, bread, milk. That's it.
My daughter is in need of some new toys, she seems to be getting bored of her toys, which is making her really grumpy.
I am not a greedy person, When I was working and had money I was always generous, and I am begging for your help.
I really don't expect anyone to hand me $10 or $20 of their hard earned money. So I am hoping that everyone who reads this will offer me their spare change. pennies, dimes, quarters, etc. I am in need of anything.
My husband lost his job, and I am a stay at home mother to our 10 month old daughter. We earn $500 a month which is my baby bonus.
this $500 has to last us the whole month. We always make sure that our daughter comes before us. She always has food, clothes and diapers. After we buy these for her we are not left with much money.
Right now in my kitchen I have pasta with no sauce, peanut butter, bread, milk. That's it.
My daughter is in need of some new toys, she seems to be getting bored of her toys, which is making her really grumpy.
I am not a greedy person, When I was working and had money I was always generous, and I am begging for your help.
I really don't expect anyone to hand me $10 or $20 of their hard earned money. So I am hoping that everyone who reads this will offer me their spare change. pennies, dimes, quarters, etc. I am in need of anything.
