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I have tried and tried I no longer know what to do. I received sun burns on both arms and had tried to protect us. I am going through major heat stroke and trying to care for my family. Please help! This is a broken down list of what I need help with.

$140.00 Rent
$ 67.67 Power
$ 61.50 Cell phone
$100.00 for laundry
$400.00 Personal care for 5 people/Can accept things in care package email for a list of things.
$150.00-$200.00 for fans
$200.00 for food would be awesome
$300.00 for my brothers food(renal diet)/ Can be sent in a care package (email for list of foods that are OK)

Even care packages sent by mail would be appreciated. I have a child who is turning 6 in a week and He knows I am trying my best but have nothing for him, I would like to change that with help.

I have 8 children all together and can admit that with pride.
2 from my first marriage, both boys teenagers 15-16.
5 from my late boyfriend, 3 girls 2 boys 12-6. Their dad died on May 23, 2007
1 from a friend, small male child 20 months.

I love all my kids but not all currently live with me due to finances right now. And yes I am going to pay the price for the emotional part that will effect them due to this economy and my having to send them away.
I try my hardest but I can not support them the way I used to and it breaks my heart.
I would have been out pan handling today but with heat stroke they want me to stay home and rest.

Please help as I am now physically exhausted and spiritually drained.

email for any questions you may have. angelswings2@yahoo.com
Melissa

I have tried and tried I no longer know what to do. I received sun burns on both arms and had tried to protect us. I am going through major heat stroke and trying to care for my family. Please help! This is a broken down list of what I need help with.

$140.00 Rent
$ 67.67 Power
$ 61.50 Cell phone
$100.00 for laundry
$400.00 Personal care for 5 people/Can accept things in care package email for a list of things.
$150.00-$200.00 for fans
$200.00 for food would be awesome
$300.00 for my brothers food(renal diet)/ Can be sent in a care package (email for list of foods that are OK)

Even care packages sent by mail would be appreciated. I have a child who is turning 6 in a week and He knows I am trying my best but have nothing for him, I would like to change that with help.

I have 8 children all together and can admit that with pride.
2 from my first marriage, both boys teenagers 15-16.
5 from my late boyfriend, 3 girls 2 boys 12-6. Their dad died on May 23, 2007
1 from a friend, small male child 20 months.

I love all my kids but not all currently live with me due to finances right now. And yes I am going to pay the price for the emotional part that will effect them due to this economy and my having to send them away.
I try my hardest but I can not support them the way I used to and it breaks my heart.
I would have been out pan handling today but with heat stroke they want me to stay home and rest.

Please help as I am now physically exhausted and spiritually drained.

email for any questions you may have. angelswings2@yahoo.com
Melissa

I am a struggling single mother of two daughters. I can't afford child care so i cannot work long hours. My moms house is falling apart but can't fix it because of her medical problems. She was diagnosed with cancer on valentines day of 2007. On top of that, my triplet brothers have sever autism, my sister has arachnoiditis and my other sister has Multiple Sclerosis. I try to help my mom around her house but i have my family to take care of also & have a hard time keeping up with the bills. I just need a little help to get us through these times.

I have tried and tried I no longer know what to do. I received sun burns on both arms and had tried to protect us. I am going through major heat stroke and trying to care for my family. Please help! This is a broken down list of what I need help with.

$140.00 Rent
$ 67.67 Power
$ 61.50 Cell phone
$100.00 for laundry
$400.00 Personal care for 5 people/Can accept things in care package email for a list of things.
$150.00-$200.00 for fans
$200.00 for food would be awesome
$300.00 for my brothers food(renal diet)/ Can be sent in a care package (email for list of foods that are OK)

Even care packages sent by mail would be appreciated. I have a child who is turning 6 in a week and He knows I am trying my best but have nothing for him, I would like to change that with help.

I have 8 children all together and can admit that with pride.
2 from my first marriage, both boys teenagers 15-16.
5 from my late boyfriend, 3 girls 2 boys 12-6. Their dad died on May 23, 2007
1 from a friend, small male child 20 months.

I love all my kids but not all currently live with me due to finances right now. And yes I am going to pay the price for the emotional part that will effect them due to this economy and my having to send them away.
I try my hardest but I can not support them the way I used to and it breaks my heart.
I would have been out pan handling today but with heat stroke they want me to stay home and rest.

Please help as I am now physically exhausted and spiritually drained.

email for any questions you may have. angelswings2@yahoo.com
Melissa

HI I AM THE OWNER OF A USED CAR FAMILY BUSINESS THAT ITS BEEN EATEN BY THE ECONOMIC CRISIS ALONG WITH OTHER FACTORS LIKE THE VIOLENCE ACROSS THE BORDER (MEXICO) I AM LOOKING FOR SOME RICH PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD OR LOTTERY WINNERS TO DONATE 100,000.00 DLLS TO HELP ME GET BACK THIS BUSINESS TO LIFE AND TO PAY DEBTS AND MAINTAIN THIS SOURCE OF INCOME FOR MY FAMILY. WE HAVE HAD THIS BUSINESS SINCE 1989 AND HAVE PUT TOO MUCH WORK INTO IT. i UNDERSTAND THAT ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLS SOUNDS TOO MUCH MONEY BUT NOT TO SOMEONE WITH A GOOD HEART AND A GOOD BANK ACCOUNT. WE ARE A BIG FAMILY AND MY FATHER WHO WAS A BREAD COOKER (PANADERO IN SPANISH) STARTED THIS BUSINESS WITH A LITTLE CAPITAL AND HOPE OF GIVING TO HIS CHILDREN A BETTER WAY OF LIFE (WE ARE 7 BROTHERS AND 2 SISTERS) AND MY MOM ALSO WORKED HARD AND HELPED HIM A LOT. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND NOW THEY ARE OLDER AND WE HAVE TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF THEM. I HOPE SOMEBODY GENEROUS LOOK THRU THIS BEG AND WANTS TO HELP. IN SOME WAY BUSINESS HELP OTHER PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU BUY TO OTHER BUSINESS AND MONEY CIRCULATE AND HELP THE LOCAL ECONOMY. WE REALLY NEED THE MONEY AS THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS SITE. PLEASE BELIEVE ME THAT I HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO IMPLORE HELP. IM 54 AND I HAVE INVESTED A GOOD CHUNK OF MY LIFE IN THIS BUSINESS AND I DONT KNOW ANOTHER JOB THAT BUY AND SALE CARS AND TRUCKS (SALVAGE VEHICLES) AND I LIKE THIS BUSINESS. i HONESTLY OFFER THAT IF I GET HELP I WILL HELP OTHER PEOPLE. I ALREADY DO IT BUT SOME EXTENT. YOU SHOULD SEE ALL THE POVERTY IN MEXICO WHEN I COME FROM MEXICO THERE ARE LOT OF PEOPLE SELLIN DIFFERENT ITEMS AT THE INTERNATIONAL BRIDGES, STREET VENDORS,ETC. IS HARD BUT THINGS IN MEXICO DO NOT GO VERY WELL, YOU KNOW.

THANK VERY MUCH FOR YOUR HELP AND GOOD LUCK TO ALL.
MUCHAS GRACIAS Y SUERTE PARA TODOS! ILOVEYOU

Okay so I over heard my mother talking on the phone with the electric company, they told her that if she didn't come up with 422 dollars by Monday, that they was cutting off our power. She didn't want me to know about this because she know's I have a serve anxiety disorder. I listened in as she tried calling her parents, local churches, and friends begging for money, with no luck. My father isn't around anymore and my mom can't find a job. No one will take me, my mom, and my two younger brothers in if our power goes off. We'll have no where to go and be forced to stay in this house. I don't know what we'll do if we don't pay the 422 dollar amount, because if they cut the power off, we'll have to pay 742 to get it cut back on, which we have no way of coming up with that amount. Please, if anyone is reading this, any donation you can make will help us. I'm begging you, please. Please.

I am 38 years
old and have been separated from my
wife for the past 16 months. I have two
children whom I have not been able to
see without being supervised for the
entire time we have been separated. I
was diagnosed with type 1 Diabetes 11
years ago. My wife claims that I am not
a fit parent because of my disease and
that being with me puts my children in
danger. I have been fighting this in
court the entire separation, but I have
the unfortunate disadvantage of going
up against a family that has much more
money and much more power than I. I
came to the United States 16 years ago
from Ireland, where my six brothers and
sister and my parents still reside so I
do not have a lot of support here in
the United States. I am going public
with my story now because I am losing
out on precious time with my children
and there does not seem to be an end in
sight. If I had the money or legal help
to fight this battle, I believe that I
would have won back the right to spend
time with my children long ago. I am
being treated like a criminal because
of my disease. I am not attempting to
gain sole custody, I am only looking
for joint custody with the right to be
able to spend time with my children
without the direct supervision of my
soon to be ex-wife.


If this is a story that would be
interest to you, I would be more than
happy to discuss it in greater detail.
Thanks for your time.

I don't really know where to start without it sounding somewhat chat show like. I have no family as such none of whom actually talk with me. My grandparents pretty much raised me. My mother and both brothers left at a young age. Dad was an alcoholic due to his own loss and dealing with his own personal issues..a good man betrayed I guess. Either way I ended up living in hostels from the age of 12.. friends floors etc met a guy fell in''love'' or so I thought he was a drinker also I ended up pregnant alone and had a beautiful child who's now 10. I lost my world yet gained my own new world like we all do. Its been tough. Anyway I've had severe eating disorders from being a child which has been undealt with I need help' I'm in severe debts I'm struggling like crazy and my whole world is collapsing. I have noone. We are getting evicted in june we have food parcels kindly offered to us by the salvation army but we can't have anymore they've stopped all of our benefits which is going to an appeal also at the end of june. I can't get any kind of loan. And I cannot work due to mental health and very bad scholiosis. My son has been my rock throughout all of this I'm not a parasite on the community nor do I wish to be one I just need someone to offer me the opportunity to start laying down some kind of solid foundation to help become the person we all deserve to be. Please consider taking my hand for guidence? +e appreciate you taking you time to read this plea and also kindly wish any good karma from this back towards you good people or person three fold xxx

am 38 years old and have been separated from my wife Mary for the past 16 months. I have two children whom I have not been able to see without being supervised for the entire time we have been separated. I was diagnosed with type 1 Diabetes 11 years ago. My wife claims that I am not a fit parent because of my disease and that being with me puts my children in danger. I have been fighting this in court the entire separation, but I have the unfortunate disadvantage of going up against a family that has much more money and much more power than I. My wifes' parents are very influential and wealthy in the Irish Community and in the South Side costruction business.



I came to the United States 16 years ago from Ireland, where my six brothers and sister and my parents still reside so I do not have a lot of support here in the United States. I am going public with my story now because I am losing out on precious time with my children and there does not seem to be an end in sight. If I had the money or legal help to fight this battle, I believe that I would have won back the right to spend time with my children long ago. I am being treated like a criminal because of my disease. I am not attempting to gain sole custody, I am only looking for joint custody with the right to be able to spend time with my children without the direct supervision of my soon to be ex-wife.

Please Help

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

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

When I was a kid I grew up POOR, I knew that I couldn't go to my parents for
anything having to deal with MONEY. It was TOUGH! We went through HUNGER, NO
MONEY FOR OUR DAILY NECESSITIES, NEW CLOTHES, SHOES. I felt ALONE and angry
at my parents for not being able to PROVIDE for me and my BROTHERS. I

PROMISED myself that when I grew up I would not put my kids in the same
situation that I've been through with my parents. Well guess what? I was
wrong! I feel like I've failed my kids and myself. They know they come to me
all happy and excited. They say, DAD, DAD, DAD could you buy me NEW clothes

for school, shoes and school supplies? I would say YES only to make them not
feel the way I felt when I was a kid POOR! But, they know my kids would say
OHHH YEAH DAD, but you don't have MONEY! MY GOD I FEEL SOOOO SAD AND

DEPRESSED knowing my kids know that we're POOR! I hear them talking to their
MOM saying, MOM my clothes cant fit me for school anymore also my shoes hurt
my feet, their to tight! I FEEL SOOOO SAD for them! If I could only be

FINANCIALLY STABLE, I would be ABLE to PROVIDE BETTER for my FAMILY whom
DESERVES the BEST! We're TIRED of SUFFERING EVERY MONTH. I'm JUST TIRED of
LOOKING like a LIAR to MY KIDS when THEY ask, DAD where's our NEW CLOTHES

and SHOES You PROMISED? HELP ME PLEASE SHED SOME HAPPINESS FOR MY FAMILY.
THANK YOU and GOD BLESS ALL!

Because I believe in the power of prayer & the kindness of my fellow man, I've decided to swallow my pride & ask for help. This is not an action I am at all familiar with but am grasping at every straw to attempt to keep a roof over my family's head. We live in a modest house that we've called home for the past 20+ years.

I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12…..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.

In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.

It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheath…….the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.

In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this information…..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place with deep despair…..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robbery…..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of property…..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.

I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day, As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.

I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to make me a loan & work out a payment arrangement, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD symptoms that continue to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!

Because I believe in the power of prayer & the kindness of my fellow man, I've decided to swallow my pride & ask for help. This is not an action I am at all familiar with but am grasping at every straw to attempt to keep a roof over my family's head. We live in a modest house that we've called home for the past 25 years.

I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12…..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.

In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.

It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheath…….the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.

In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in other life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this information…..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place accompanied by deep despair…..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robbery…..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of property…..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.

I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day. As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.

I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to believe in me & offer me a loan & payment arrangements, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD that continues to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!

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

Truck gonna get repod soon. Phone getting shut off next week, hoping around from mom to dads to step brothers to friends house to have a place to sleep and eat. Aquired a camper. Not enough money to hook it up to truck or move it to a place I can stay. I get along well with people but you know how charity gets stretched I dint want to do that Objective
My goal is to progress in the world
of plastics, and learn new process's
to further my knowledge base in the
field.
Experience
August 2011 to February 2012
Flambeau Inc
Phoenix, Az
4 months running 30 (24 running 10
fully auto 14 operator jobs) machine
shop alone no supervisor no setups
during graveyard.
Custom molding in medical industry.
Ensure part to print.
Reduce cycle time.
ISO 9001 certified company.
Scientific molding training completed
with high marks in 90th percentile
all tests.
Experience with Arburg, Cincinnati,
kawaguchi, 50 to 500 ton machines.
Experience with Arburg
programmable robots, air powered
pickers.
Hang molds by forklift.
Create scientific robust process's by
using window studies, cavity
pressure indicators, gate seal time
studies.
Support material handler.
Support support staff.
Make decisions on production runs
and quality issues.
May 2007, to July 2011
Process technician
 Responsible for training Setup
techs, Material handlers, and
ensuring operator competency of
process's.
 Pull, Hang, Start process's
including setting up auxilliary
equipment.
 Ensure quality of product for
between 10 and 25 currently
running machines.
 Experience of 3 months operator, 9
months material handler, 2 years
setup technician and 1 year process
tech.
 Highly experienced with Arburgs
from 15 to 300 tons, Battenfelds
from 30 to 700 tons, and a
Mitsubishi 1200 ton.
 High problem solving capabilities
 Some experience with pad-
printing, sonic welding.
 Experienced with ranger robots
Experienced in start up, shut down
of chiller, air compressor, de-
humidifier.
Responsible for starting all difficult
process's during the scheduled
production shift
Responsible for responding to
audible and visual alarms and not
leaving until they are completley
fixed
Experience with 2 ton overhead
crane, 1 ton overhead crane, and a
frames.,
October 2006 to January 2007
Accurate Molded Plastics
Coeur D' Alene, ID
Operator
Ensure cycle time meets standard
Ensure scrap rate meets standard
Ensure quality of product meets
print/process folder
July 2005 to May 2006
Domino's Dba Sunshine pizza inc
Rathdrum, ID
Delivery Driver
Answer phones in a professional
manner
Make pizzas in a timely manner
Deliver pizza's in a timely but legal
manner
Support inside crew when not
delivering
June 2004 to April 2005
Verizon 411
Coeur D' Alene, ID
411 Operator
Provide excellent customer service
while keeping call times very low
Achieved mulitple commendations
from customers
Breaks and lunches taken to the
second according to employer
instructions
Education
GED
References
Flambeau inc, 602-484-4520 ask for
human resources
Scott Gabbert, general manager
765-3000 Accurate Molded Plastics
Verizon employment verification
1-800-996-7566 verizon company
code 10303
Rathdrum Domino's pizza
208-687-3588

That is my resume i'm a good process technician but can't even afford to find a job. Am living in north Idaho right now, but am willing to be anywhere that has a job for me
Am trying to learn good blowing in the mean time and trying to sell step brothers glass water pipes for a share of the profit but that hadn't worked out yet

my email is daryl.t.mccoy@gmail.com to get ahold of me

I really don't know what brought me to this point, I feel like I've done everything I could. People say I'm just being negative. I am about one week from being on the street. I do not have a drug habit, I do not have a problem with saving money or working hard for it. I've never asked anyone for anything I didn't truly need. Never been on welfare.
I was working and got laid off for the fifth time. Then my car broke down and its going to cost almost what it's worth to fix. There is no public transportation whatsoever where I live and both of my parents are deceased. I have no brothers or sisters. The rest of my family and friends are too busy to care. I have been completely on my own since 18. My girlfriend also left me. I have a 5 year old son and I pay child support. I want him to have a stable home and be able to visit his father again. Please help me so I can pay someone to help me continue my job search and support my son and myself.

lord were do i begin, i dont even know anymore. i am just at my wits end with everything going on and i know that there are people out there in worse shape than i am lord knows , ive never done this type of thing before and i really dont know how, to ask for help im usually the one giving but now i need some help i lost my home to a fire two weeks ago all of our clothes memorabla furniture all of it on top of that just yesterday my company laid me off of course i can get unemployment but that takes about a month to start and its only one quarter of what i made anyway , i have no money for food im living with a relative who constantly tells me what a favor he is doing for me and my two children i cant take it i found a place to rent for only 350.oo dollars a month and i managed to get that now i need money for food please if you can help me please do so my e mail is davidgist62@yahoo.com im using my brothers computer to do this if he knew he would kill me i need this today please please help me i cant take it anymore

My request is unusual in that I am willing to sign documents to repay funds loaned to help me get out of debt and start my own personal concierge business. I need US 50,000.00 to pay off debt,buy a used car and market my business.

I am a 42 year old single black female. I have had to support my mother and pay for my brothers funeral and then I lost my job last year. My savings are depleted and I have several personal loans from friends to repay and I have no security for a loan but have excellent references and experience and am a very hard worker.

A handout would be great but the opportunity to earn my way from anyone who has been able to fulfill their dream and can help would be a godsend.

I have bought the lottery tickets,applied for jobs, prayed and now this. There are two other options which are worse than international begging so why not try these first ?

Can you help me please?

My 3 year old and I live in NV. My grandfather passed away and grandmother is in hospital. My grandfathers funeral is March 13th 2012. I have no savings and my family back home(in the UK) are not in a situation to be of any help with travel expenses.

I need to be able to say goodbye to my grandfather, and help my grandmother,and be there as support for my mother and brothers.

I need two plane tickets to England.
NWI or London.

Thank you in advance... it will roughly cost between $1600-$3000 depending on airline.

My story is simple....i need cash to pay for a gift to how the man i love how much he means to me. Since my fiance and i got together in 2009 things have gone from bad to awful for him. He ha lost 3 jobs, lost 2 pets, had to sell his home in a divorce settlement and worst of all found his elder brother deceased on his sofa, he had passed away while my fince when i in hospital for 11 days and had been housesitting for him. His dream since then has been to go to anfield, the home of liverpool fc and sing 'you'll never walk alone' in the kop end with his brothers liverpool shirt as a final and fitting tribute and goodbye. They shared a love for liverpool fc since a very young age. My dilema is this....we get married in 13 weeks, we are having a small non-extravagent wedding which is all pid for. However i am struggling to get together the money for a gift for my fiance...this is where my beg leads. Please donate to help me give him this small meaningful gift xxxx

Hello, I am a 45 year old single mom of 2 boys, 20 and 16 years. My oldest is a type 1 diabetic on insulin for 16 years and recently celiac disease. He has not had controlled blood sugars for years and has had difficulty finding and keeping a job as he rarely feels well. He was just released from the hospital a week ago due as he went into DKA which has now pushed back his hopes of finding a job and getting out on his own, My 16 year old suffers with bipolar disorder and has had a really rough time trying to deal with not only financial issues, but his brothers illness. I have always worked, but seems I can't get even much less ahead, now my employer has cut my hours to nearly half, I am very close to foreclosure and have never really been to the point I am having a hard time just going to the grocery. I know this will sound silly, but I am wanting to go to school for dog grooming. We are all dog lovers and I have seen just how much having a dog can lift your spirits, help with self esteem and make your life better. However, I simply can't afford to go and hoping someone out there can find it in their heart to help me do this and hopefully include my sons to start a business of my own grooming dogs. I would need $1500 for all tuition and supplies. But would greatly appreciate anything given toward this goal. Thank you for your time and have a blessed day!

I have not seen my family in South Africa for over 4 years. My mom and dad, sister and two brothers and their families. Airline tickets have gone up in price tremendously since I last visited them. My sister's daughter is getting married in December 2012 and we would love to attend the wedding. Please help.

I’ve never asked for any kind of help before, and certainly not from people that I have never met! But my situation has become so desperate that I really do need help.
I have, for the last 15 years, struggled to make ends meet, following periods of ill-health, bad luck and catastrophic decision making. My circumstances are now very desperate indeed, and have even considered suicide.
In 1997 I suffered from a period of depression, that became so severe that I was forced to give up my job, and borrowed money to cover my mortgage and keep my house. Unfortunately the repayments on this ever increasing debt snowballed, and I found myself unable to meet my mortgage and household bills. I had ploughed my life savings into the home, and lost it all.
In 2006 I was approached by a friend, who was concerned for my financial circumstances, and suggested that we buy an old property, renovate it and sell it for a profit. I was desperate to make some money, and trusted my friend. I would refer you to full details of this in my Beg, as the project ended in complete failure having been ripped off by an unscrupulous builder. Work that should have taken 3 months took in excess of 9, and I ended up carrying out all the work myself. I regularly worked at the house from the early hours until well past midnight. The long hours left me exhausted, and in October 2008 I had a breakdown. I simply couldn’t carry on, and collapsed at work. My employer at the time was an unforgiving and vindictive man, and he said that I would be suspended if my work didn’t improve. I was afraid that I would lose my job, and under considerable psychological pressure from my employer I was forced to resign.
Following the failed business venture, which had plunged me into further debt, my breakdown and subsequent loss of my job, I simply couldn’t cope and pushed me into a long period of depression that became so severe that I planned to take my life. At the time I was so ill that I was unable to hold down a job, and this simply added to my woes - whilst out of work and undergoing intensive counselling I borrowed further. By the end of 2009 I was £15,000 ($23,250) in debt. I desperately want to rebuild my life now, but it is difficult to do so when I am saddled with a debt that is crippling me. Between 2009 and December 2010 my debt increased - there is no answer to it, and I will never ever me able to clear the £18,000 ($27,900) that I now owe. It is a debt that cripples me and prevents me from having a normal, happy life. I am 50 in February 2012, but have no future. I am tired of being worried, stressed, unable to sleep, and being depressed. Please, please help me start my life all over again. Please read my full story, and contact me if you have any questions. Thank you.

My mommy needs your help, daddy went to the sky and we see him in pictures and on a short video sometimes.My momgets disability for my brothers but that is the only money we get. We need a better home the one we are at when she plugs somethings in it sparks.Mom said it needs a fence because we are 5,4,and 2 yrs old. Our grandma and grandpa stay here to,but theres not enough money,1200.00 and the rent is 750. My name is amy and my Husband hung himself almost 2 years ago.We live in a unsafe home but can not seem to get off the ground.I love our 3 blue eyed, blondes and want to give them a safe and nice home, if we can get any help we would really be greatful. for proof you can call,6083432865. my best friend and the one that has helped us the most, even took us in at the most crucial time is putting this on the net for us. So if you choose to call and ask anything lease do not hesitate,also be aware at times these 3 wound 4 sound babes try to answer my cell so please use discretion if they do. I am going to try to update and figure out how to ost pic. of us all to help make our face a reality to you all. thanks so much for listening the williams family,my best friend put this up fr my family, thanks michelle and the williams