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Hi, I'm a 27 year old woman who needs help with money ASAP!!
I'm only asking for money as I'm sick of not being able to pay my bills, eat and sleep.
not even having milk in my fridge for a coffee or any food to eat, it really gets hard to cope with after awhile, and i just had to give in and asked for help by posting this in hope that there still is a few people out there with kind Hearts and they read this and want to help me!
I Just need a little money to get back on my feet.
my mother past away from cancer a few weeks ago & even though i only had to pay for some of her treatment & then the funeral, it still really hit me! Losing her was hard enough, she was my best friend! mum didn't have any money to leave me in her will so nothing there.
I'm doing my best to cope but i REALLY Need Help! PLEASE?
I'm trying to save the money i need to move closer to the rest of my family & a job that i have been offered, and do some more study but i just can't get the money i need no matter how hard i try, so i have to ask for help!
I have a number of depts that i can't seem to get on top of and with everything else its just to much, I'm over whelmed and I'm depressed, I'm just about ready to give up.
I've worked so hard, so long to get this far, to be offered a chance like this and now i can't take it as i don't have the money i need to move, pay my bills or even eat!
Please i really do hate begging but i REALLY do need help ASAP!
Even if its just a loan until i get back on my feet, it'll help more than i could ever say thank you for!
Please help me turn my life around and get out from under this dept and stress and start living and enjoying life again!
Thanks for taking the time to read this

I honestly don't know how to say this. I mean, I know my situation is unusual, even bizarre.

Let's start simply. I'm a young real estate agent. I suck at it, so I work part time at two places in the mall. It's hard to keep it all under control, but I manage. I'd rather work six days a week than have a roommate. Really, though, I would get a roommate to ease up a little more money before I'd even consider begging, but fate has conspired against me. I now have two roommates who can't pay - my dwarf parents.

Yes, yes, I know. My father and my mother are little people. I'm a normie, though. My dad lost his job at Intel as a system administrator and so has accumulated a lot of debt. You could say he's up to his eye-balls, but that would be hardly sufficient. He wanted to postpone boarding in my house for as long as possible, but this is, it seems, how it has to be.

So, I'm majorly strapped for cash constantly, because I've become responsible for two other people. They need rides, and they need food, and it's costing me a lot on utilities. I've been dipping into my meager savings for the past two months. I've been doing nothing but work, and I just need a break. I want to sit down and drink a good cup of coffee with a girl, or read a book, you know? I don't want to just slowly keep dying, I want to live.

We all want to live, and so I'm asking you share just a little, just enough for a little extra strength of spirit against a cold, crazy world. Every cent is appreciated. =D

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.

Hi. I am 38 years old and live in Canada. One day I watched as numerous people visited my local coffee shop. The thought occurred to me that each individual visiting this store was spending at least $1.50. The price of a medium coffee. Then I thought at least one million people across Canada are going to visit this Nationwide coffee chain. One million people times $1.50. Well that's just basic math that comes to the tune of $1.5 MILLION! This is a low ball number as this chain obviously earns more than that. If One million people put Just A Dollar each in my account, each and every one of them would get to know that they changed One person's life for the better! Its Just A Dollar. Quite possibly there is a dollar in the cushions of your couch, Under the seat of your car? Its Just A Dollar. In your pocket right now. Laying around. Its Just A Dollar. Instead of giving a coffee chain a $1.50, you can give me a buck. Heck you can give me a $1.50 if you want. You can give more than that. As much as you like. I will accept all donations. Of course the money is a driving factor in me trying this. It is also somewhat of a social experiment to see if we as Human Beings have it in us to give and know that in return they will receive a feeling of good knowing they changed someones life for the better by coming together collectively. Its Just A Dollar. Thank you so much for Being Human.

I am a single mother in need of help I am still recovering from the loss of everything I owned due to a personal tragedy .My mama and other other family members also could use some help .I am in bad health but am willing to work for any donations as much as I am physically able to.It would sure be a blessing to get some of the things we need to get ahead to the point where we could have a better quality of life.My child is about to have a birthday coming up and I would love to be able to give him something .I am also about to move into a new place cause I am staying with family and they are no longer going to be able to help me for they are very poor themselves ,so I will to move out and will need beds ,houshold items ,and many other things when I move . I will list below .I am first and foremost in need of food my ID expired and I have had difficuly getting up to the DMV to renew it so I am not going to be able to apply for food stamps until I can get up there and renew it problem is I dont have the money to renew it .I worked my whole life until now and hate to ask for help but my health and personal problems with being a victim of domestic violence and failing health has been a real set back .I know some will judge me and think I am a bad person for placing this ad but that is on them not me ,I am just simply trying to get some help for my family ,I am not asking for cash ,or anything elaborate just things my family needs .
Here are some things that would help us out alot ,I have listed things for other family members as well that are in need due to disability ,loss of employment ,a fire etc .
I appreciate any help ,we will pickup in all areas .May God Bless you
Things that would greatly help are in no certain order are the ones listed below..Please scroll down to bottom of ad for complete list.God Bless .



blinds
Childrens beds ,bed frames etc
Dressers all sizes including Children's dressers
A boys robe size 7,9,8,10
Childrens toys or other things to be used as entertainment
Information on where I can get an expensive childrens haircut
Volunteers to help with needs of family
Winter gloves all sizes
Winter hats all sizes
Childrens books
Mattress cover
Pet supplies food etc
A camper or RV we could live in real cheap or for free or even a trailor
Information on where I could get reduced cost dental work
Info . on a room to rent with a private enterance
info a Church that would give a family temporary shelter
information on local food banks that could help with food
Information on any local clothing closests
Information on anywhere in the area I could sleep for a few nights for very cheap
Information on a room that I can play a flat rate per month that alo
A inexpensive motel room I can rent by the week
white pain
rugs
something to treat rotted wood
glass frames for man extra large
Mens hats Extra large
small kitchen table
something that you can hang clothes on
photo frames
a vegetable tray
a hand-held vaccum cleaner
cups or glasess
ear mittens for kids
gloves for kids or adults










Food items
Girls sizes baby(all sizes)
BABy boys clothing (all sizes
, Girls clothing ,,2t,3t 4t,5,6,7,8
Boys clothing all sizes
Teen boys clothing all sizes
Teen girls clothing all sizes
Clothing the boys wear sizes //four,five,six,seven,eight ,nine ,
Boys winter coats in sizes 6,7 ,8,9 ,10
Kids shoes boys and girls
Kids socks
Childrens toys
Any baby or Childrens items
Household items
Beds of any size
Towels
Silverware
bathroom caddys or shelfing
Curtains
A microwave
any furniture
clothing womens sizes Large ,XLarge ,and all sizes larger than those some of the women in my family wear very large sizes ,we really need 3x and 4x very badly
Vaccum cleaner
toilitries ,cleaning supplies ,baby wipes ,diapers etc,soaps ,shampoos etc
A TV
someone to give my uncle a good discount on repairing his floor
helmet
shoulder pads .knee,pads elbow pads for a boy to ensure safety when he rides his bike
A trey to eat on
Childrens beds ,bed frames etc
Dressers all sizes including Children's dressers
Childrens sunglasess
anything I can use to give the children as an Easter Basket or for Easter
Glass Frames for a man with a bigger head
any discounts on motel rooms








moving supplies
Birthday party supplies
Childs bookbag
Car seat for child under 50 pounds
prepaid cell phone
recliner
mini fridge
can opener
a Women's winter coat in size XL or larger
blankets
sleeping bag in case we cant find beds
futon
Womens ,mens ,and childrens socks,
plastic tubs in case we do not get a dresser
A room divider
Clothes hangers
over the counter medicines
Men's clothing XL,2xl,3xl,4xlt,5xlt,5xl,any pants over the size 50
Mens shoes sizes 12 e,12ee,12eee
Womens bras all sizes D cup and on up to much larger sizes
Anything that can be used for a birthday party as gifts ,decorations ,party favors entertainment etc
Bookbags
School supplies
coffee table
stroller
childrens cups or plates
envelopes
womens shoes size 8.5 /9
Many Many things one would need when moving into new place
Clothes hanger
Any big tall mens items
recliner
tuppaware containers
teddy bear net
any organizers or storage containers


cover ,sheets ,throws ,blankets
disability items walker ,wheelchair ,arthritus supplies ,diabetic supplies
Anything an elderly person could use








Childrens beds ,bed frames etc
Dressers all sizes including Children's dressers

4500.00 hate to sell but need money to open new business. includes nacho warmer, coffee brewer, 3 compartment sink, hand sink, coolers

I just lost my home.
I've packed up everything I could take, including my best friend and my cat. I've been sleeping at rest stops on the highway, and, we've just run out of food.

I'm trying to get to a free campsite that's three hundred miles away, (it's the only free one around), and I desperately need gas money, we're stuck in Lexington, Kentucky. Sitting at a coffee shop with a glass of water, using free wifi.
Please, please help.

Any help at all is appreciated.
Thank you.
Gabe

and thanks for reading this,that in itself is appreciated, I am not really sure how this works but a friend told me about this after reading about it in a magazine article.
Well let me start at the begining, for the last 20 years I have worked for the same company and never had a days sickness, yes not one single day, in October 2011 I went to work one day and just quit felling I had just had enough, I did not tell them I was feeling depressed & suicidal and sick, I just said I no longer want to work here and I left that day.
As I was depressed and on the verge of killing myself, something I had actually felt for many years, I spent the next three days at home not washing,cleaning or speaking to anyone, I looked on the internet and searched "The best way to commit suicide" I was that low, I had no money and in fact had huge debts, to my friends and family I was always the strong one always the one person they could rely on,but reality was I was a broken man my spirit my soul was empty I wanted to die.
After those three days of no sleep and thoughts of how I would die I took a shower, whilst in the shower I just completely broke down I just lay on the floor in uncontrolable crying I just lay there for about an hour, and suddenly it came to me that I needed to speak to some one and quick.
Enter my Sister, since childhood my Sister has been like a mother to me(My own mother left when I was 3) she is truly a beautiful person a wonderful role model and just the most fantastic spirited person I know. Why I had not just told her how I felt at the start I just dont know, because we talk about everything, maybe its the depression and anxiety of it all, I dont know.
I called her in tears and told her I need her to come over, she was here within half an hour, we spent the day crying she more than me, I was kinda cried out, she had never seen me cry since I was probably ten years old, that is probably a sadness in itself.
She did everything for me in those early days, took me to my Doctors a Doctors I had not been to in 10 years, it had been that long that when we booked the appointment I was informed my Doctor died 4 years ago. Anyway I was put under a mental health program and prescribed Anti-depressants and also some sleeping tablets(these killed me my spirit and thoughts were numbed). my sister has been my Angel my saviour, there is no doubt in my mind I would be dead now if it was not for my sister, thinks are still bad, very bad at times, but I see my sister every day she comes around cooks,talks does coffee and is constantly on the phone(sometimes this does my head in) but I understand that she is scared that I may harm myself,she has come to the doctors and psychiatrist with my giving me huge support and a hand to hold that I needed, I cant tell you in words how special she is to me, I am not actually suicidal at the moment although I still think if I got a terminal illness this would be ideal, mad I know but I am being honest, I have huge debts and on sick benefit but this is not enough to live on or enough to pay debts. I actually owe £50,000 and I know this will never be paid so I will lose my home and everything else that goes with bankruptcy, but I will always have my sister their supporting me, she has helped me financially for three months but I dont want this to continue its wrong.
Well now to my BEG, well I dont want money for my debts I understand they are way too much to ever believe I can pay them back, no the reason I want help is because later this year my sister is 50 yes the big Five O and for the last three years she has been kinda planning what she will do and where she will go, she has decided that she wants to rent a Villa in Spain and have all her friends & family come for one week, when we discussed this last year obviuosly I was always included in this week, but I do not want her paying for me its Her birthday after all, I will not be able to pay my own way and I will not be working in the next few months as I am soon to under go councilling, the truth is I dont really want to go as I am actually feeling stressed about it all, hoping it goes away, but at the same time I understand how much it means to her to have me there, I know she wont take no for an answer and will want to pay for me.
All I ask is that if anyone on here could donate so I can at least pay some part in some way to my own way.She is not going until August or September and I think it will cost around £300 as a guess maybe slightly more.
If just a little from a lot of people then I can make some head way, or if you just want to mail me if you have similar problems as I have learned that talking problems through does help.
I know its a long beg but I want you to know the background.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you can help in some small way.

and thanks for reading this,that in itself is appreciated, I am not really sure how this works but a friend told me about this after reading about it in a magazine article.
Well let me start at the begining, for the last 20 years I have worked for the same company and never had a days sickness, yes not one single day, in October 2011 I went to work one day and just quit felling I had just had enough, I did not tell them I was feeling depressed & suicidal and sick, I just said I no longer want to work here and I left that day.
As I was depressed and on the verge of killing myself, something I had actually felt for many years, I spent the next three days at home not washing,cleaning or speaking to anyone, I looked on the internet and searched "The best way to commit suicide" I was that low, I had no money and in fact had huge debts, to my friends and family I was always the strong one always the one person they could rely on,but reality was I was a broken man my spirit my soul was empty I wanted to die.
After those three days of no sleep and thoughts of how I would die I took a shower, whilst in the shower I just completely broke down I just lay on the floor in uncontrolable crying I just lay there for about an hour, and suddenly it came to me that I needed to speak to some one and quick.
Enter my Sister, since childhood my Sister has been like a mother to me(My own mother left when I was 3) she is truly a beautiful person a wonderful role model and just the most fantastic spirited person I know. Why I had not just told her how I felt at the start I just dont know, because we talk about everything, maybe its the depression and anxiety of it all, I dont know.
I called her in tears and told her I need her to come over, she was here within half an hour, we spent the day crying she more than me, I was kinda cried out, she had never seen me cry since I was probably ten years old, that is probably a sadness in itself.
She did everything for me in those early days, took me to my Doctors a Doctors I had not been to in 10 years, it had been that long that when we booked the appointment I was informed my Doctor died 4 years ago. Anyway I was put under a mental health program and prescribed Anti-depressants and also some sleeping tablets(these killed me my spirit and thoughts were numbed). my sister has been my Angel my saviour, there is no doubt in my mind I would be dead now if it was not for my sister, thinks are still bad, very bad at times, but I see my sister every day she comes around cooks,talks does coffee and is constantly on the phone(sometimes this does my head in) but I understand that she is scared that I may harm myself,she has come to the doctors and psychiatrist with my giving me huge support and a hand to hold that I needed, I cant tell you in words how special she is to me, I am not actually suicidal at the moment although I still think if I got a terminal illness this would be ideal, mad I know but I am being honest, I have huge debts and on sick benefit but this is not enough to live on or enough to pay debts. I actually owe £50,000 and I know this will never be paid so I will lose my home and everything else that goes with bankruptcy, but I will always have my sister their supporting me, she has helped me financially for three months but I dont want this to continue its wrong.
Well now to my BEG, well I dont want money for my debts I understand they are way too much to ever believe I can pay them back, no the reason I want help is because later this year my sister is 50 yes the big Five O and for the last three years she has been kinda planning what she will do and where she will go, she has decided that she wants to rent a Villa in Spain and have all her friends & family come for one week, when we discussed this last year obviuosly I was always included in this week, but I do not want her paying for me its Her birthday after all, I will not be able to pay my own way and I will not be working in the next few months as I am soon to under go councilling, the truth is I dont really want to go as I am actually feeling stressed about it all, hoping it goes away, but at the same time I understand how much it means to her to have me there, I know she wont take no for an answer and will want to pay for me.
All I ask is that if anyone on here could donate so I can at least pay some part in some way to my own way.She is not going until August or September and I think it will cost around £300 as a guess maybe slightly more.
If just a little from a lot of people then I can make some head way, or if you just want to mail me if you have similar problems as I have learned that talking problems through does help.
I know its a long beg but I want you to know the background.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you can help in some small way.

and thanks for reading this,that in itself is appreciated, I am not really sure how this works but a friend told me about this after reading about it in a magazine article.
Well let me start at the begining, for the last 20 years I have worked for the same company and never had a days sickness, yes not one single day, in October 2011 I went to work one day and just quit felling I had just had enough, I did not tell them I was feeling depressed & suicidal and sick, I just said I no longer want to work here and I left that day.
As I was depressed and on the verge of killing myself, something I had actually felt for many years, I spent the next three days at home not washing,cleaning or speaking to anyone, I looked on the internet and searched "The best way to commit suicide" I was that low, I had no money and in fact had huge debts, to my friends and family I was always the strong one always the one person they could rely on,but reality was I was a broken man my spirit my soul was empty I wanted to die.
After those three days of no sleep and thoughts of how I would die I took a shower, whilst in the shower I just completely broke down I just lay on the floor in uncontrolable crying I just lay there for about an hour, and suddenly it came to me that I needed to speak to some one and quick.
Enter my Sister, since childhood my Sister has been like a mother to me(My own mother left when I was 3) she is truly a beautiful person a wonderful role model and just the most fantastic spirited person I know. Why I had not just told her how I felt at the start I just dont know, because we talk about everything, maybe its the depression and anxiety of it all, I dont know.
I called her in tears and told her I need her to come over, she was here within half an hour, we spent the day crying she more than me, I was kinda cried out, she had never seen me cry since I was probably ten years old, that is probably a sadness in itself.
She did everything for me in those early days, took me to my Doctors a Doctors I had not been to in 10 years, it had been that long that when we booked the appointment I was informed my Doctor died 4 years ago. Anyway I was put under a mental health program and prescribed Anti-depressants and also some sleeping tablets(these killed me my spirit and thoughts were numbed). my sister has been my Angel my saviour, there is no doubt in my mind I would be dead now if it was not for my sister, thinks are still bad, very bad at times, but I see my sister every day she comes around cooks,talks does coffee and is constantly on the phone(sometimes this does my head in) but I understand that she is scared that I may harm myself,she has come to the doctors and psychiatrist with my giving me huge support and a hand to hold that I needed, I cant tell you in words how special she is to me, I am not actually suicidal at the moment although I still think if I got a terminal illness this would be ideal, mad I know but I am being honest, I have huge debts and on sick benefit but this is not enough to live on or enough to pay debts. I actually owe £50,000 and I know this will never be paid so I will lose my home and everything else that goes with bankruptcy, but I will always have my sister their supporting me, she has helped me financially for three months but I dont want this to continue its wrong.
Well now to my BEG, well I dont want money for my debts I understand they are way too much to ever believe I can pay them back, no the reason I want help is because later this year my sister is 50 yes the big Five O and for the last three years she has been kinda planning what she will do and where she will go, she has decided that she wants to rent a Villa in Spain and have all her friends & family come for one week, when we discussed this last year obviuosly I was always included in this week, but I do not want her paying for me its Her birthday after all, I will not be able to pay my own way and I will not be working in the next few months as I am soon to under go councilling, the truth is I dont really want to go as I am actually feeling stressed about it all, hoping it goes away, but at the same time I understand how much it means to her to have me there, I know she wont take no for an answer and will want to pay for me.
All I ask is that if anyone on here could donate so I can at least pay some part in some way to my own way.She is not going until August or September and I think it will cost around £300 as a guess maybe slightly more.
If just a little from a lot of people then I can make some head way, or if you just want to mail me if you have similar problems as I have learned that talking problems through does help.
I know its a long beg but I want you to know the background.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you can help in some small way.
My paypal account is added, maybe you can spare a few pence to help

Hi and thanks for reading this,that in itself is appreciated, I am not really sure how this works but a friend told me about this after reading about it in a magazine article.
Well let me start at the begining, for the last 20 years I have worked for the same company and never had a days sickness, yes not one single day, in October 2011 I went to work one day and just quit felling I had just had enough, I did not tell them I was feeling depressed & suicidal and sick, I just said I no longer want to work here and I left that day.
As I was depressed and on the verge of killing myself, something I had actually felt for many years, I spent the next three days at home not washing,cleaning or speaking to anyone, I looked on the internet and searched "The best way to commit suicide" I was that low, I had no money and in fact had huge debts, to my friends and family I was always the strong one always the one person they could rely on,but reality was I was a broken man my spirit my soul was empty I wanted to die.
After those three days of no sleep and thoughts of how I would die I took a shower, whilst in the shower I just completely broke down I just lay on the floor in uncontrolable crying I just lay there for about an hour, and suddenly it came to me that I needed to speak to some one and quick.
Enter my Sister, since childhood my Sister has been like a mother to me(My own mother left when I was 3) she is truly a beautiful person a wonderful role model and just the most fantastic spirited person I know. Why I had not just told her how I felt at the start I just dont know, because we talk about everything, maybe its the depression and anxiety of it all, I dont know.
I called her in tears and told her I need her to come over, she was here within half an hour, we spent the day crying she more than me, I was kinda cried out, she had never seen me cry since I was probably ten years old, that is probably a sadness in itself.
She did everything for me in those early days, took me to my Doctors a Doctors I had not been to in 10 years, it had been that long that when we booked the appointment I was informed my Doctor died 4 years ago. Anyway I was put under a mental health program and prescribed Anti-depressants and also some sleeping tablets(these killed me my spirit and thoughts were numbed). my sister has been my Angel my saviour, there is no doubt in my mind I would be dead now if it was not for my sister, thinks are still bad, very bad at times, but I see my sister every day she comes around cooks,talks does coffee and is constantly on the phone(sometimes this does my head in) but I understand that she is scared that I may harm myself,she has come to the doctors and psychiatrist with my giving me huge support and a hand to hold that I needed, I cant tell you in words how special she is to me, I am not actually suicidal at the moment although I still think if I got a terminal illness this would be ideal, mad I know but I am being honest, I have huge debts and on sick benefit but this is not enough to live on or enough to pay debts. I actually owe £50,000 and I know this will never be paid so I will lose my home and everything else that goes with bankruptcy, but I will always have my sister their supporting me, she has helped me financially for three months but I dont want this to continue its wrong.
Well now to my BEG, well I dont want money for my debts I understand they are way too much to ever believe I can pay them back, no the reason I want help is because later this year my sister is 50 yes the big Five O and for the last three years she has been kinda planning what she will do and where she will go, she has decided that she wants to rent a Villa in Spain and have all her friends & family come for one week, when we discussed this last year obviuosly I was always included in this week, but I do not want her paying for me its Her birthday after all, I will not be able to pay my own way and I will not be working in the next few months as I am soon to under go councilling, the truth is I dont really want to go as I am actually feeling stressed about it all, hoping it goes away, but at the same time I understand how much it means to her to have me there, I know she wont take no for an answer and will want to pay for me.
All I ask is that if anyone on here could donate so I can at least pay some part in some way to my own way.She is not going until August or September and I think it will cost around £300 as a guess maybe slightly more.
If just a little from a lot of people then I can make some head way, or if you just want to mail me if you have similar problems as I have learned that talking problems through does help.
I know its a long beg but I want you to know the background.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you can help in some small way.

Last January I was fortunate enough to travel to the country of Nicaragua with a group called Witness for Peace. On this two week adventure I was able to learn about sustainable development, economics, and agricultural practices. I met economists, political journalists, community leaders, and members of the U.S. Embassy. I spent each day on tours and educational trips attending lectures and presentations designed to inform the group about the real Nicaraguan way. I even stayed with a coffee farming family living in the rural mountainside. My trip to Nicaragua was a life changing experience that has opened my eyes to the magnificent cultures in this world, and has allowed for my own personal development on a very deep level. This trip would have been impossible if not for the fact that it was able to be transformed into a study abroad trip through my university, and therefor additional funding and scholarships were able to pay my way.
This February I have been so lucky to be invited to attend another delegation! This time the trip is to the cities of Cali and Bogota in the country of Colombia, one of the most beautiful and ecologically diverse parts of South America. Here I have the opportunity to spend time with rural Afro-Colombians and to learn about the women in positions of leadership who have helped support and strengthen their communities. Unfortunately because of the travel warning between the United States and Colombia, my school will not approve this trip as a study abroad experience. Instead, I found a professor who is willing to facilitate an independent study, where I can still earn course credit for the trip. Unfortunately, because it is not considered a study abroad program, I am ineligible to receive additional funding or scholarship money through the school.
Traveling is my passion and engaging in new cultures is incredibly fulfilling for me. Please help me accomplish my goals and follow my dreams!

Hello everyone Im a 53 year old single mom in PA with two children, very amazing children. My daughter is 21 and works hard serving coffee and donuts, My son who is 19 years old does the same type of work, and also goes to college. I am disabled and at home, I have diabetes, no cartilage in my right knee, almost lost my life twice with two pulmonary embolisms. I am currently on warffrin for life along with other meds that are keeping me alive. I am stressing out because, being a mother, I am worried about my two kids, they work so hard, I cannot help them now, and I am feeling stressed about it, we all live together in public housing, and we are barely covering our bills. We are just getting by, and my wish is to help my children, I am not asking for a handout, I am just asking for a stay at home job I can do on the computer so they can spend more money on the things they need than having to chip in for the rent. My kids are really good kids doing the right thing, it is unfortunate that they have to live in these circumstances. their father, he lives in another state,and, well he feels his obligation is over, and is not helping them at all anymore. I am basically alone in finishing raising my children. I have typing skills, and good phone skills, I just cannot stand on my legs too long. Unfortunately I can't drive or own a car. My son has a car but it is not in the best of condition,he needs a new car so he can go to work and to school, and my daughter is getting married, she deserves a nice wedding, I want to help them both, and feel really stressed about it. My goal is to find a work at home job, so I can help them with their goals. These kids are my life. I want to see them happy because, that would make me happy. I could use someone's help out there. If you want to help me finish raising my children by donating information for money for the things they need I would appreciate that too. All I ask is that you give what you can, and God Bless you for your help.

sincerely, a Mother in the Poconos.

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Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.

Updates: September 11, 2011 - I have been able to get a part-time job which is good news, but the rest is just about the same. Thank you for your help Malum Designs
and Pete B.
I have known my fair share of hard times, such as the hurricanes of 2004 which totaled my house. I able to bounced back, but I have never been hit as hard as by this Great Recession and so I am doing my first Cyber Beg. Why? Because this is the first time in my life I have; been out of work for 2 years & 5 months, qualified for Food Stamps, had to liquidate all my assets and been without health insurance. I could go on, but basically am back to were I started when I was 20 years old. If enough of you send, say a $1.50 donation, the cost of cup of coffee, I should be able to fight my way back to financial stability. Perhaps it is because there is no way of tell if my needs are real. But if you work on the principal that small donations by large numbers of people add up to worthy amount of aid, why not help out? Pick three begs of your choice and send $1.50 to each. Thank you all for reading this and please be generous.