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I am a father of two young boys. we already are living without water and we have no food beyond this week. we walk across street to use restroom at a family members house, this is gracious enough as we have fallen on hard times and so have they. we, together, try our best to help each other but i have been without meaningful work since being laid off from a steel mill. i was a hard worker and went in sick or well to make sure my family had their needs met, when i lost my job it was devastating. i am 26 no degrees, some college level courses completed and have had only two jobs since i was 18. i have little to no work experience outside of the heavy industries which have fallen off sue to the slow economy. this makes me under qualified for most good paying jobs as i cannot work for min. wage and support my children along with my home. this has destroyed my six year marriage and left me penniless and sometimes homeless as my ex wife retains the home. she works near full time but only makes 9 dollars and hour driving bus for osu, not enough income to cover all the expenses without my help. i have moved back home to try to make amends to find that within 10 days we are to be removed from the house if i do not have $1,500.00 for non-payment of the mortgage. please if someone can help us as i am desperately looking for gainful employment, i want to work and am a good hearted christian man. if only a few kinds words to sway an employer to give me a chance, anything would be appreciated.

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IF ANYONE CAN HELP WITH DONATIONS OR SHELTER FOR MY MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY DISABLED BROTHER PLEASE CONTACT ME (TAMMY RAMOS) at (209) 481-4792 OR E-MAIL me at TAMTAZ68@YAHOO.COM. My brother doug is a decent Christian man who has never done drugs, drank or smoked cigs--which IM VERY PROUD OF!!! Doug was unfortunetely disabled in an accident where he was bounced out of the back of a moving truck going 85 MPH. He received a settlement but sadly a family member stole it all. My family has helped all we can & would sure love some help for he is living in his van & it gets hot in there & is not safe. I dont have a pay pal acct but will set one up if necessary. Checks can be made out to my brother Doug Ramos & mailed to my address which I will provide to anyone that calls me. DOUG HAS BEEN HOMELESS 4 A YEAR & HAS ALREADY SOLD HIS BELONGINGS & VALUABLES TO SURVIVE AND IS NOW COMPLETELY BROKE AND CANT WORK. HE IS WAITING TO GET DISABILITY APPROVED AND STAYS CLOSE TO WHERE I LIVE SO I CAN EASILY TAKE TO HIM ANY DONATIONS. IF ANYONE CAN PROVIDE A TEMPORARY HOME FOR HIM THAT WOULD BE AWESOME & HE HAS LOTS OF REFERENCES AND IS IN MANTECA,CALIF. HE ALSO IS IN DESPERATE NEED OF CHIROPRACTIC CARE, HIS BACK IS OUT OF ADJUSTMENT SO IF ANY CHIROPRACTOR WOULD LIKE TO DONATE HIS TIME THAT WOULD BE GREAT FOR DOUG CANT GET ANY SLEEP DUE TO HIS BACK. THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!!!!!

Im searching for anyone who can help my disabled brother Doug Ramos who has been homeless for a year now. He's sold about everything he owned except for his van that he lives in, so he has nothing else to work with to get money to help himself. Im very saddened & stressed out over his situation & I can only do so much because I dont have any income, since Im disabled myself & am waiting on an approval for my SSI & Disability case. So I just came across this website & posted this to hopefully get him some help with money or shelter. My family has done all we can and unfortunetely my dad is still having to work 7 days a week because he cant afford to retire and he doesnt even have enough $ to pay all his bills, so he cant help Doug except for paying for his cell phone & my mom is totally crazy & Doug just finally broke all ties with her which is a blessing. If & when I get my SSI & Disability then I can help my brother more but in the mean time he needs all the help he can get. He bounced out of the back of a moving truck going 85 mph and he received a settlement, since he was badly injured mentally & physically. However, sadly it was stolen from him. He has been struggling to survive and is waiting to get disability as well. He's now staying in his van in Manteca, Calif, so if anyone nearby can help him with a place to stay or feed him that would be awesome & we would appreciate it immensely!!! Doug is a very decent & honest Christian man who has never been on drugs & doesnt even drink alcohol, which Im very proud of!!! If you can help him with donations or a place to stay call me (Tammy Ramos) at (209)481-4792 I live near where he's staying & so it wont be a problem taking any donations to him.I dont have a pay pal acct. but will set one up if necessary.I will also accept donations by mail with checks made out to Doug Ramos so call me & I will give you my address. Thank you & May God Bless You All!!!!!!!!!

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My name is Blair, I am a 25 year old female that recentily have been out of work for four months. I have been very sick and the doctors recently diagnosed me with a very bad gallbladder. I am in debt up to 30,000 dollars in medical bills and credit card bills. I am in need of help. I am a very good Christian women that strongly believes in God. I will promise to pass this on if I am able to get help. I am struggling and will lose my house and car if I am not able to make the payment. I am very scared, but I also know that God is taking care of me. Please Please Please help me! Love you always and forever! Blair

I am a sruggling mom who works. I am having trouble paying my bills and feeding my kids. I am making myself sick worrying, and I feel like Im not a good mother. My kids are 16, 14, 12 and 9. I HATE hearing them tell me they are hungry. I am relieved when they get invited to a friends house to eat. I feel like Im failing!!!!! Please, I do not use drugs or even smoke cigarettes. I have no one to help me. My parents are Jehovah's Witnesses and I have been disfellowshipped so I am ALL ALONE!!!! I live as a good christian just not what they believe. I would provide pictures of my family and copies of bills, shut off notices etc. We are very close and love to joke and laugh! It has been awhile though that we have been able to have fun. We are all feeling stressed and I dont want them to feel bad for me but they do. ANY help would be truly 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.

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

I live in a third world country and I have done well for myself. I was working on a project that came to an end in November 2012. I have not been employed since. I am a single mother and live with my mother and three children. Because my past job required a lot of travel I opened a joint account with my mother so that when I am away she has access to moneys for the kids. I noticed a few years ago after my father’s death that my mother started forgetting a lot and repeats herself but I just thought to myself it was old age and our doctor stated it was a bit of depression.
But it escalated. I was shocked that while away working one of my kids called to say they have no money. I asked my mom what was going on as I left over EC $20,000 in the account. Upon trying to get clarification I realized my mom was sounding crazy. She began crying and abusing me on the phone saying that I am accusing her of thieving my money after all she does for me. All I was trying to do was understand what had happened to the money so I did sound a bit stern and upset with her. Subsequently my mom’s behavior worsened and she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, which she has not and does not accept. She hates me for it and blames me for the doctor’s diagnosis.
Since the contract ended we have been surviving on some of my personal savings from another account. I have been job hunting in my country and tried looking for work from home opportunities online. I started writing a novel also to see if I can sell it online. Because of my qualifications and education I never thought I would find myself in such a situation and tried all I could before deciding to try this. I don’t know how I am going to pay the bills or provide food anymore as my money finishes at the end of this month and although I am a Christian and I should have faith. I find myself being very very scared. I try not to let my children know what’s going on. They know our lifestyle has changed but they don’t know the seriousness. They are bright and intelligent and I will not want them to be affected. I thank you in advance for the help you will give me.

Dealing with the Shock loss of finances due to my moms alzeihmers condition

Please if you read this have mercy upon me, my husband left, I broke my foot, I need help, I've been praying for god to intervene on my behalf and help me, I found this site, I don't know it's god will for you show me kindness, however, i do know somewhere in this world there has to be someone who's a christian, following Gods example and will help me to pay my rent and buy food, please, help me, I don't know where to turn anymore, i feel so helpless,GOD IF YOU LISTENING HAVE MERCY UPON ME TONIGHT, I NEED YOUR HELP THROUGH THIS SITE IN JESUS NAME I PRAY AMEN.

I spent my career taking care of sick and injured people working in intensive care..but i gave too much and permanently injured my back, and after having three levels of my spine fused, was told i could never return to the bedside..(and still need two levels of my neck fused) that was 15 months ago..i tried to get work comp & social security but was denied. I dont qualify for govt help because i withdrew my 401k to stay afloat. Im still looking for work but noone will hire "damaged goods"..i have drained all of my resources. I have 3 children, and had to send one to live with his dad because i couldnt manage when my 3year old's father left me after surgery. Unfortunately, i was desparate for medical care & married so i would have medical insurance. The man i married is abusive and treats me badly because i cant contribute financially. I need to get divorced and pay my bills until i can get social security (i appealed it) or a job that will pay for childcare & bills. There is no help available for injured medical workers, even though we spend our lives giving to the sick & injured & their families. PLEASE, if you can help me with a donation, please help me. Ive unselfishly given my life & donated when i was fruitful..now im the one who desparetely needs help..by the way, i AM a God fearing Christian, & believe that He put me in this position for a reason, . Im using the resources God has given me & believe He will not let me suffer more than i can handle..your generosity will help me to still contribute to society in some way & help us stand on our feet again. Thank you for reading.

I beg for anybody out there to build a Christian Center in my village in remote area. The aim is to build a building and be a center for youth to meet each other. Do Bible study and learn to be a good and civilize youth. Help me to make that dream come true. May God bless you with single cent you donate.
Please email me at tarabozan@yahoo.com.sg

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My name is Eliabe. I am an 18-year-old guy from Brazil and I need your donation because I need to move away but I can't afford it.
Let me tell you why.

I grew up being abused by my dad -- emotionally and sexually. I did not realize what was happening until recently. I still have to deal with the consequences. I became social phobic, anxious and depressed. I am still afraid, disgusted of and uncomfortable with touch and closeness, yet I am dying for it. An African therapist agreed to help me for free, so I am getting better but only very recently am I making progress.

Three, almost four, years ago (2008), my family rejected me over religious issues. I wanted to join this Sabbatarian Christian religious association (this particular sect is a minority in Brazil and honestly everywhere else but they're more present in the US and England) and my family rejected me and reproached me so severely that it radically changed my personality. They wanted to throw me away. I was only 15. I had nowhere to go. I was deeply shocked and shaken on the inside. I never knew I could feel so hurt! I had never expected such sudden rejection from them. My mom said I was a disappointment to her and that I would not stay under the same ceiling as hers if I wanted to keep my faith. My siblings made fun of me and my new beliefs. My father demonized me and said he'd take me to their religious authorities to “straighten me out.” They accused me of bringing a curse into our lives and treated me as a shame to the family ("What will others think?" they wondered). My relatives (uncles, aunts, cousins -- I have a big family) were all against me too. I did not tell my friends because they belonged to the same religion as my parents. I started isolating from everybody. I became very deeply depressed. I would sleep just not to have to be awake and suffering.

It was really overwhelming to me. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. The congregation was out of town. So I decided to give up on joining that group. However, I did not stop believing in them but I had to pretend to be in my parents' religion on the outside.

But then my life became a nightmare. I had bad dreams at night. I became paranoid. Every time I was outside, I would walk around the house many times before taking the courage to go in. My heart would pound every time the phone or doorbell rang or someone called my name or asked about my religion. I would feel sick and go pale every time someone initiated a conversation about religion with me. I was traumatized. I am only getting better now. I fainted many times as I got weak because my mom refused to cook clean kosher dishes for me. I can’t even begin to describe all the sacrifices and pains I had to go through not to lose my identity. I can’t, for example, go out on a date or have a serious friendship because I am hiding the most important part of myself. Try to have a relationship where you do things you can’t explain the other party. Do you think it can ever work? My friendships are all shallow because of that.

I am a recent high school graduate. I took a basic course on administrative services and telemarketing last year, paid by the government as part of a program in Brazil called “Jovem Aprendiz” (“Young Apprentice” in English). As part of that course, I am working part-time, supposedly to acquire experience in the field, though I actually work as a warehousing assistant in the company (completely unrelated to administrative services). As I only work part-time (4 hours a day), I only receive HALF the minimum wage, which means I earn about $2 per hour. Yes, I could save that money to achieve my goals. It would take over two years but it would be possible. But I can't at the moment because I have to support my parents and siblings. My brother also works and my dad has recently found a job after three years of unemployment but I still have to give them a significant part of my salary or else we will starve. Also, even if I could, I’d still be desperate because I have been suffering for almost FOUR YEARS!

So I want to move away because I want to be free to convert and live my life, have friends, a girlfriend and a normal life. I got a passport and contacts in the United States. They can help me once I am there but they can’t buy my plane tickets as they cost over $800! There are also additional costs as I need a visa. I am currently looking for a job there. There have been people who want to hire me but they stopped contacting me after learning of the costs they would have to pay.
So please help me. It is the ONLY way for me to be happy again! It doesn’t matter how much you donate. It will make a HUGE difference.

Thank you very much. God bless you!

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I am desperate and will lose my home this year.
The balance of my home ($41,000.00) will be due in full this year. I bought a small home on a land contract from a very kind Christian man who believed in me. He helped me because I was unemployed. Three years later I still cannot find even part time work. I have applied at over 200 companies. I am also caring for my 86 year old father which I want do as he needs me. I have a 99 Mini Van, high miles. No toys, and I have sold what little I have on Craigslist. My father has a small fixed income and health insurance. I have none. I am single with no children. I was adopted. My parents gave me all the love a child could want. We have never had much. My parents always taught me "People before possessions" I lost my mother a few years ago. I will do anything to make sure my father is cared for. He has early signs of dementia. I watch him slowly lose weight and memory.
Anyway, my friend passed away and my loan is in the hands of his estate. His family will repossess the home if I can't keep up with the payments, and pay the full balance. It is a (1976) manufactured home and I have learned no bank will finance the home even if I were working. I don't know if my friend knew this when he loaned me the money, but he had a heart of gold. I guess I should have checked into this.
I have tithed and given to The United Way for 20+ years. Now I'm in trouble. My small church is unable to help except with food. I'm trusting God and asking for help from anyone in a position to do so. ANY amount would be a blessing! My faith is strong & God is in control. The fact is, if I lose my home, I lose everything. If you are unable to help, I welcome your prayers!!
Thank you for reading my post & May God bless you all.

Are there any good samaritans or Christian people out there that can help me out? I am just now starting a new job and will not be paid until March 9. I have only $200.00 of the $600.00 of the rent. I need $400.00. I would be willing to pay the back over 3 months or I can donate the back here on Begslist. I need to tell my landlord by next Monday if I will have the full amount or not. Please let hear from you as soon as possible at dcusa55@hotmail.com. Thank you for reading my beg and God Bless You. (p.s. I do not have a paypal account)

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP

Folks, I know you are descent and good. I know you all have good, giving hearts, or else you wouldn't be searching to help someone like me and my family. I have always tried to be a good Christian and now I have faith that some good soul like you will help us. I lost my job about 8 months ago and now my household is at the verge of falling apart. I was working off the books and now I can't qualify for unemployment. I am doing my best to raise my 3 daughters on my own but now my middle child has given birth to her first child and we are in a real bind. The babies father skipped back to his country and has left us holding the proverbial bag. Every day is a stressful struggle and my daughter is falling apart.My oldest has become very rebellious and somewhat disrespectful. She is blaming me for everything that is happening. She blames me that my spouse ran out on us with someone else. But I am doing my best to care for the newborn (her name is Mya)while my daughter tries to focus on her grades; but we are losing the battle right now. We need help. God do We need help badly. Please, I know that you are a good, loving person, I know that your heart loves to see a happy family. And I know you wouldn't want to see anyones children hurt, especially their grandchildren. But if you could please, just donate a few dollars to help us. I can't repay you. The reward and repayment will have to be knowing that you are doing the lords will. Just knowing that you are a vessel of Gods charity and love and good will. I really don't know how I happened to find this website, there are some things I just don't question. Just please, Click on the Donate button below and give as much or as little as you can. I don't need much to survive, But I don't want my children to just survive, I want them to have a life and to live.
Thank you so much,
TJP