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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I dont have a 2 page sob story to go with my 'beg'. My husband and I both work over 30 hours a week, pay our bills on time etc etc but have never been able to save for a house of our own. The house we are currently renting has a hot water system in the roof which leaks and floods my hall way, a massive crack in my baby girls wall which lets mosquitos and bees into her room so she cant sleep in there at all, an airconditioner which leaks water everywhere, no drinking water to the premises which we have to drive 15kms to get any, mice enjoying living here with us and crappy landlords who do nothing to help fix anything. We have tried to rent at least 10 other properties (the area we live in is not very large) all of which many other people have gotten in before us, so the only option left for us in order to get out of this house is to buy one, meaning we need a huge deposit that we just dont have and wont for a very long time. Our main priority every pay check is to pay our rent and bills and provide for our baby and saving for a house just isn't feasable after these are taken into consideration. Your help would be VERY much appreciated!!!

Greetings.
My name is Ryan. I am a married father of 2. They are 2 1/2 and 9 months old. The only income that we have coming into our household is mine. My wife does not work due to an injury to her foot. Plus with day care costs, her income would be paying for that. With in the last 3 months we have went through some rough changes to our life. About four months ago, I was demoted from the Store Manager of the wireless store I work for back to just a sales rep. The demotion cut my pay by $1,500..literally in half. Then 2 months ago, we were forced to move from the house we were renting b/c the landlord would not fix some issues with the place. The bathtub was painted and would chip and crack into the water every 3 months. It would take 12 hours to drain the water after a shower. It's not very sanitary for having little ones. Due to the move, it pushed out bills back even farther to where I'm scared about disconnections and repossession of our vehicles. I'm on here today asking for a miracle to assist with our bills to finally get back on track. My e-mail is mrb20092011@gmail.com. I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you and god bless.

My husband & I both have full time jobs but not enough extra money to pay for the urgent dental work I need done. It's very embarrasing to go to work or anywhere for that matter with the state my teeth are in. They hurt everyday. I'm afraid to eat anything for fear another one will crack or fall out. One fell out right before Christmas. I'm not sure what's happening to me! I would love to be able to smile again & be able to talk without mumbling for fear someone will actually see my missing teeth. Please help me. I never realized new teeth were so expensive.

Hi my name is Danielle Gonzalez. Im 22 yrs old and just had my daughter Jaylynn Dejesus on November 22 of 2011(shes my 1st and only child). My boyfriends name is Julian Dejesus ,he's 21 yrs old. Julian is currently incarcertaed at the manhattan detention center in downtown manhattan, New york city. Julian is severally emotionally disturbed and suffers from anxiety as well he also has a diagnosis of minor adhd. .He was originally arrested for possesion with intention to sell. While he was awaiting the judge at the benches in court his ex lawyer(legal aid) had told he and I that he would be facing some serious time and she also stated to him that I was not coming to the courthouse which also would cause him to panic. Julian had paniced and try to flee from court. He is know charged with possession with intention to sell, assault on an officer(allegedly) and escape. His next court date is on jan 4th 2012. If it is possible for him to do an impatient program without any jailtime please help me get that for him.hes been in there sence he was arrested on December 1st. If theres is anything you can assist me with even if you can't personally help I'de really appreciate the guidance im really desprite and would like to do what ever I can to help him. Julian Is not a bad person this is his first offence and there kind of trying to throw away the key. He has so much more to offer and deserves a second chance at life to show everyone how wonderful of a person he can be. He had NO guidance what so ever as a young kid. No mother of father his grandmother is illiterate and the rest of his family are drug addicts. he grew up in a domestic violence home. he raised his self on the streets living from crack house to crack house.Im not asking for any pitty or any money im just asking for help and understanding, i want him to see there are good people out there who do care even without any attachments to a person. Please help me, I beg you!(his bail is 12,000) but i cannot afford that at all!!)please help meeee!!!any donations help pls

I cannot believe I am doing this, but going thru the normal state assistance channels has gotten me nowhere. I fall into the "crack" of holding a job I haven't been able to attend due to chronic kidney issues and hospital stays, so I don't qualify for even help with heating costs. I just know that during my last pregnancy, my life changed. My kidney began to swell to 4 times it's size, and never went down. My doctor refused to send me to a specalist, so I have to live with the consequence. I have 3 boys who are my world. I am scared to take away their stability in school, home, and life. I believe that stability and always knowing tomorrow they will attend the same school, and have the same home, is the foundation to a successful adulthood. I am scared as hell that I will take that from them if I can't pay my mortgage of 258.88 (pathetic, I know). I live off of 400.00 a month in support, and that doesn't pay utilities, lot rent and mortgage. When I lost my home, I made sure that my total mortgage/rent wasn't above 500.00, as to not live above my means. I figured I could at least come up with that amount. I didn't think my kidney would get worse and make it impossible to even pull off a 6 hour work week. I don't know what to expect on here, but even if it's just advice to an agency that can help me, please. All I know is my children didn't ask to have a chronically ill mother. I used to be "normal", and could work and maintain. I feel like I'm letting them down everyday by being sick and in bed, and not at work. I'm scared, but I can't cry. I have help with food and insurance, which the state is trying to take because i make over 360.00 a month in support. The state's maximum for a family of 4 is 360.00, which is rediclous. But, I cannot change that, I can only pray. Pray someone reads this, and can help me either with finding an agency who will help and has money available , financial assistance, or even a prayer. I see so many stories on here that make me cry, but I have a story too, so I took a chance and posted it. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Our Car was repoed when my husband was injured by a drunk driver. The med bills were more than the mere 10 thousand settlement and left us broke. He was always a good provider and worked hard from age 16. I was offered a full-time job but I need a good used car to get me to work that won't leave me owing repair bills. We have a 21 year old son who has autism and a 3 year old granddaughter we care for. Please help me to help my family. I was offered a job a a food service worker(cook) in a large unionized supermarket. If I get a car I already have the job and am supposed to start soon. I have no one who can loan me car and no one to give me a ride to work.I was just given an awesome job and I love to cook. If I can get there to this job, our lives will change for the better and I can help my husband, children, and granddaughter.QAlso , the people who "bought" our mobile home are indefault and owe us 6.700 dollars and we are about to get kicked out of our home as we depended on the contracted money owed to us and the buyer is a drug addict crack-cocaine user refusing to pay. It will take money and time to go to court and I need to pay my bills and feed my family in the mean time. Please help me I beg you. Contact Kim at 610-703-1452

It is too much to bear. I sold my home under contract to a black woman who turned out to be lying crack head. She refuses to pay me the 6,700 she owes me. I am so poor I cannot afford to file in court the 147.00 needed to go to small claims. Also the mobile home I purchased has 2 rooms gutted and unfinished. I need the bedrooms to have floors and walls. I have a 21 year old son with autism and get no help at all from county or social work, etc. I'm also trying to make my home suitable and finished so my granddaughter can come live with me. Her parents are neglecting her and I need a suitable room for her to live in. The home I sold was fixed by me and husband. We invested money so we could get a few thousand but we got nothing! We moved into the mobile home we reside in now but since the "buyers" have not paid, we are unable to finance any fixing the house desperately needs. Also, my husbands car dealership mechani's job got axed and he is looking for ful-time work. I was just given a job after neing out of work with uterine/ovarian cancer and heart surgeries for 5 years. We could really use a donated automobile, and the $6,700 that our "buyers" owe us. We can pay back if and when the judge awards it. We have real estate contract proving that they bought and they are clearly in default. We have always been hard-working people. I need a car to get to work now so I can earn custody of my granddaughter from her unfit father.Please call Kim Freeman at 610-703-1452 if you can donate a vehicle that runs well and any money at all.

My name is Missy. I am a 49 year old struggling grandmother of 3 sweet, beautiful boys, ages 5, 7 and 8. I am trying desperately to save and protect my grandsons and ensure their futures. I would not ask help if it were only for me. I am asking for help for them, so that my 3 innocent little grandsons will be safe, secure and have a chance in life. As things stand right now, we will be homeless within the next 2 weeks.
My greatest fear is that when (not if) I do become homeless, which isn’t that far off, the state will take my grandsons because we have no place to live, split them up and put them in foster homes. That thought scares the hell out of me. I am all those sweet little boys have. And if they lose each other too, after losing everyone and everything else that they known and loved, I fear their lives will be ruined at the tender ages of 5, 7 and 8.
I suffer from PTSD, COPD and fibromyalgia and each day I struggle with mental distress and physical pain. We live near the New Orleans Metro Area in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. We were displaced for a year after Hurricane Katrina, came back, bought a mobile home in Lafitte, Louisiana and tried to rebuild our lives. In 2008, when Hurricanes Gustav and Ike hit us back to back, our home was flooded with more than 4 feet of water; unreachable, except by boat for over 2 weeks.
At that time, my mother, age 75, had been experiencing the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s as well as a series of strokes which affected the memory and impulse control centers of her brain due to a vascular disease which severely decreased the flow of blood to those areas of her brain. During these TIA’s and small strokes/seizures, she behaved erratically and during larger ones she could become paranoid and psychotic. She had to be hospitalized for several of the more severe episodes, as she was becoming a danger to herself and others. The effects of these episodes lingered for days, sometimes weeks. Afterwards, she had no memory of anything that happened during that time period.
After the storms, we moved in with my mother to help her and because we did, FEMA stopped helping us. And since we could not afford to rebuild again without FEMA’s help, we lost our home. The recent BP oil spill was just another deep blow to our already struggling local economy.
Mom required 24/7/365 assistance and supervision, which she could not afford. She was eventually diagnosed with vascular disease of the brain and Alzheimer’s. Due to the region of her brain that was affected her disease went unnoticed for several years, until she had a large enough stroke to prompt her to seek medical attention. This diagnosis explained her erratic behavior of the past several years, I have since been homebound, unable to leave mom untended for any length of time and unable to work outside the home due to my mother’s need for the past 3 years.
My mother passed away this past April at the age of 79. She had suffered from Alzheimer's and vascular dementia, suffering several major and minor strokes and seizures over the past 6+ years. On April 9th she suffered a massive stroke, lingering for 9 days before passing on the 18th. God rest her soul, I miss her. I loved my mom very much and did everything I could to help her.
To add to the difficulties already faced by our loss, my youngest daughter, who had been living in Ohio with what turned out to be a conman/ junkie twice her age that saw a vulnerable young woman with 3 children and took advantage of that fact, had been physically, verbally and emotionally abusive to all of them for the past 1½ years. 2 weeks before Mom passed, she got in major legal trouble in Ohio and sent my 3 young grandsons to me to raise.
Now, things have turned for the worst... On August 17th we discovered that my eldest daughter took my mother to an attorney and had her write a will leaving everything my mother had to her and excluding me! This abominable act was done 1 month after Hurricane Katrina when ALL of us were distraught and displaced from the storm! My mom was not in her right mind at that time, even though a full diagnosis had not yet been made on her true condition.... Also, in Louisiana, the bar for mental competency is set so low that so long as you are not actively drooling and babbling in front of the judge/attorney/witnesses you are considered competent!! It doesn’t matter if you won’t remember doing it five minutes later either. My mother, in her right mind, would NEVER have disinherited me.
Now, my greedy, self-serving, ungrateful eldest child decided that she will evict us so she can try to sell my mother's home, in which I and my grandsons, her nephews still live, so she can pay off mom's debt, which she exaggerates, and her student loans. She is fully aware of our circumstances, she just doesn’t care. The only transportation I have for my grandsons is the truck my mom gave me before her death, but did not have the money to transfer title on. It is now part of mom’s estate and she took that too.
I called the Clerk in division where probate/ succession on my mom were filed... Clerk said that I need an attorney to file contest to the will, herein lies the problem... there is not 1 single legal aid agency in the ENTIRE New Orleans Metro area that can handle a contested will!! There are also no private attorneys that will handle it either, unless there's big money in it for them, which in this case there is not.
Clerk also said she has no idea why I was never notified. Judge signed off regardless. There seems to be no justice for the poor in this country... since we can't afford to pay the exorbitant fees of a private attorney, which seems to be a necessity to get anything done in the courts. I have tried appealing to my daughter’s sense of decency, but she doesn’t seem to have one. Her actions are despicable and deplorable. I am ashamed to be her mother. It breaks my heart and sickens me to know that I brought such a hateful, selfish, greedy, heartless person into this world. I did not raise her to be that way.
I've called every single legal aid agency in my area; including the Bar Assoc. Lawyer referral service... no one will help because there just isn't any money in it for them... sad state this country is in when the poor cannot get justice anywhere.
We were told by the eviction court judge on Sept 12th, that we have 24 hours to vacate our home... stating that our situation is a matter for probate court. Thankfully, we found a place, however, we still need about $800.00 more to pay the $420.00 we still owe our new landlord to avoid eviction from this new place by the 5th of October plus $365.00 to the light company which will be past due (cut off)on the 7th and includes a new deposit and transfer fee.

I've also called churches and other charitable organizations for help... there are so many families in need in the New Orleans metro area that any help is minimal. ALL homeless shelters are full up with waiting lists so long they are no longer taking applications for assistance.
I have applied for Section 8 housing, but there is a HUGE waiting list. The HUD Section 8 waiting list in Louisiana is backlogged 5+ years and has more than 20,000 applicants still waiting for vouchers, many of whom are currently homeless. They are not accepting any new applicants.
I have contacted EVERY charitable and public/community service agency that I can think of for help... none has been forthcoming as of yet..... Is there ANYONE out there with a heart who can and will help us? I have nowhere else to turn.
I’ve spent days seeking legal help... bottom line... none available... so since if my defense is denied and I can't fight the eviction then we are out on the streets with nowhere to go.
My nerves are shot; the house hunt is not going well.
I am hurt by my daughter’s actions and so sickened over all of this mess that I can barely think straight. I cry myself to sleep every night and awake with tears in my eyes and a rock in the pit of my stomach. Yet I dry them and try to be strong and act as if everything is normal for my grandsons who need me now more than ever. I still haven’t had time to grieve my mother’s death.
We are now faced with trying to find alternate housing that we can afford on the $840.00 a month income that I receive in Kinship Care for my grandsons. Fat chance in this over-priced rental market. Even a 1 bedroom apartment in Crack Alley goes for more than my income in this post-Katrina/Gustav/Ike market.
And it's starting to look like me and my grandsons will be homeless very soon... by the end of the 1st week in October.
Their mother is in prison and their deadbeat, psycho father hasn't been seen in almost 2 years, ever since he beat the hell out of his girlfriend, killed their little dog in front of my boys, stole and trashed her car and ended up in a mental hospital wanting to kill himself... my babies have had enough grief and loss in their lives... they need love, help and compassion.... and a decent place to live... soon!
We’re trying to stay in this area because my boyfriend of 11 years, and my only help, has an elderly, widowed mother who needs his help too. And we are all she has. She cannot take us in because her trailer is very small and there is no room for 5 more people in it.
Work is also scarce and hard to find in the New Orleans metro area due to the huge influx of big out of state companies with their out of state workers getting all of the bigger jobs and contracts and the even larger influx of foreign laborers so severely underbidding the smaller construction jobs, cutting local workers and sub-contractors, like my boyfriend, right out of the job market. Every day he goes out hunting for work taking any job offered.
I have prayed on this so hard and so often since this mess all began. I have put my burden in Jesus' Hands. For He is the only one that can save us. I can only hope that he sends us Angels to deliver us soon, for without help from someone, somewhere here on earth we are lost. I feel so lost and utterly alone... this truly is my darkest hour.
If there is ANYONE out there who can offer assistance, legal, residential, financial, whatever help you can give... please contact me ASAP. I have exhausted all available resources.
Right now, I can barely afford toilet paper to wipe our butts with.
We are thankful and grateful for the help we have received from 5 of my 267 facebook friends, our local churches and the 2nd Harvest Food Bank, as well as some assistance on our utility bill from our local community action organization. That meager help has helped us survive thus far, but our resources are nearly spent. Please have mercy on us and donate whatever you can to help me save my family. If enough people with a heart and some compassion give up just 1 cup of Latte from Starbucks and donate to help save us, we will be able to make it… small donations add up and every little bit helps.
Thank you for listening to my problems and for your consideration of my plight.
May God Bless you tenfold for any help you send us.
Proverbs 3: 3-7
Let not mercy and truth forsakes you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart,
And so find favor and high esteem in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.

I am a single working mother and have been supporting myself and my son for the past 8 years. His father is a terrible alcoholic. He has begun using crack and has prostitutes to his home when my son visits him. I am now trying for full custody. I have to pay the lawyer $7000 to take my case. I do not have the money. We are barely able to pay the rent each month. If you are able to help in ANY way I would be very grateful. My son is only 11 and I fear what will become of him if he still has to go there. Prayers are appreciated too! Thanks.

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I am a single working mother and have been supporting myself and my son for the past 8 years. His father is a terrible alcoholic. He has begun using crack and has prostitutes to his home when my son visits him. I am now trying for full custody. I have to pay the lawyer $7000 to take my case. I do not have the money. We are barely able to pay the rent each month. If you are able to help in ANY way I would be very grateful. My son is only 11 and I fear what will become of him if he still has to go there. Prayers are appreciated too! Thanks.

It all started 5 years ago on June 17, 2006. . .a day I will remember for the rest of my life. It was the day before Fathers Day and we were driving with our 14 month old son to his grandmothers house when and SUV ran a stop sign slamming into us causing our vehicle to roll landing upside down. They say my fiance (my sons father) was partially ejected and killed instantly.

He didn't have life insurance, and since we were only engaged, there were no survivors benefits and so it was just me, my 14 month old, two dogs, and an old house built in 1927 and a laundry list of repairs that needed to be done.

After my fiance died, I think a part of me just shut down. There was so much to deal with. . .working full time, being a single parent with no support. All my family lives 6 hours away, and my fiances family never wanted anything to do with us and after the accident all communication stopped and I was alone.

So, I shut the doors to the upstairs of our two bedroom Cape Cod, and made my bed on the Living Room couch so that I could rock my son in his bouncy chair everytime he woke at night. . .on average 4 times a night.

I did the best I could over the years. During all this my Dad was a huge emotional support for me. We talked every day, he encouraged me to stay strong and I did the same for him (he was diagnosed with milodisplastic syndrome in 2005)his blood transfusions really took a toll on him and his physical weakness really depressed him. I know he worried about me alot because I would always call him for advise on how to fix things or ask him questions about car stuff. He was my rock and he died October 4, 2008 from complications with pneumonia. He was buried on his birthday October 8 when he would have been 56.

His death is still hard to handle. My rock my best friend and advisor was gone and now I realized I was truly alone. Not only did I not have anyone to help me with my son, or with the house or the car, but now I didn't have anyone I could really talk to that could just listen and be my guide.

All this happened so suddenly. My now 3 year old son and I stayed up North for a week after my Fathers death. There was a lot of planning and funeral arrangements to be made that during the midst of all this, 6 hours away in my little Cape Cod were the two dogs. . .Joe, a shepard and chow mix, and Rex, a shepard and Rotti mix left to their own devices. All I could do was pray that the damage wouldn't be too terrible.

I tried calling a neighbor to check on the dogs, but in our unexplained absence the dogs became extremely protective of the house and wouldn't let anyone it.

When we finally came home, there was definately a mess. I had to rip up all the carpet by myself the stench was horrible and the dust and dirt under the padding from 10 year old carpet caused more than one sinus infection. After a month I had all the carpet ripped up and have not been able to replace it.

After working and saving and with help from my Mom, in 2009 I was able to hire a Contractor that had been highly recommended to me by a friend of mine. He raved about how great they were and what a good job they did for him. We had a contract for about $19,000. This was to replace all the windows, replace the kitchen cabinets, new countertop, appliances, paint, everything the house needed after being neglected for over 10 years. So they came and painted and left. Six months later they came back with 5 of the 13 windows, installed the windows, but left the casements on the inside open and torn leaving exposed the Lead Paint and the original wood framing. Then in August 2009, they had the kitchen cabinets delivered to my house and they were stored outside on the porch. I called and called to find out when they would be put in, and no response. They stayed outside through the Fall and through the winter when we got three feet of snow and I called and begged and sent text messages and one day their phone number was disconnected. Then in June 2010 they called me!! They would come install the cabinets. So they came and tore out the stove and the kitchen sink and installed the cabinets and put a slab on granite down so I could have a work area and said they would be back with the stove and dishwasher and sink. They never came back. So I had kitchen cabinets and no stove, no sink, no dishwasher. Then in July, Rex, the Rotti Shepard mix got really sick. The vet said he was starting kidney failure. They kept him and did IV treatment and got his kidneys functioning and they said he need a bland diet of boiled chicken and rice. I had no stove. I tried calling the contractors I yelled, I begged, I sent text messages and finally out of desparation I went and bought the cheapest stove I could just to be able to boil water for my dog.

The dog survived, but his survival was short lived. In October 2010 on the anniversary of my Fathers death, I had to put the dog to sleep. He was suffering from the samething my father had. He couldn't produce red blood cells anymore and would have to live off of blood transfusions. One of the hardest choices I've ever made.

Now here we are in 2011. Memorial Day I almost lost my now 6 year old son in a near drowning incident at a friends pool. Thank God the husband knew CPR and was able to revive him. He stayed overnight in ICU for monitoring but he is now a happy healthy 1st grader.

Me. . .I'm barely keeping it together. I can't afford to take care of my home. The carpet was never replaced and there is a horrible draft in the Winter and the Lead Paint is still exposed. The upstairs windows are leaking and there are water spots on the ceiling. There is a 4" crack in the basement foundation wall that goes all the way down the wall and across the basement floor to the other side of the house. I was told that the footing is slipping and that it was only a matter of time before the house caved. The gutters are falling off the house from age and the deck rails are falling off. I fear for our safety, but mostly, I'm afraid for my son. I want to give him a safe and healthy environment, but I need help.

Please, if there is anyone out there that can help us, I would be eternally grateful. In the meantime, I will keep praying and belive that everything happens for a reason.

I am a 49 year old struggling grandmother of 3 sweet, beautiful boys, ages 5, 7 and 8. I am desperately trying to save and protect my grandsons and ensure their futures. I would not ask help if it were only for me. I am asking for help for them, so that my 3 innocent little grandsons will be safe, secure and have a chance in life. As things stand right now, we will be homeless within the next 2 weeks.
My greatest fear is that when (not if) I do become homeless, which isn’t that far off, the state will take my grandsons because we have no place to live, split them up and put them in foster homes. That thought scares the hell out of me. I am all those sweet little boys have. And if they lose each other too, after losing everyone and everything else that they known and loved, I fear their lives will be ruined at the tender ages of 5, 7 and 8.
I suffer from COPD and fibromyalgia and each day I struggle with physical pain. We live near the New Orleans Metro Area in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. We were displaced for a year after Hurricane Katrina, came back, bought a mobile home in Lafitte, Louisiana and tried to rebuild our lives. In 2008, when Hurricanes Gustav and Ike hit us back to back, our home was flooded with more than 4 feet of water; unreachable, except by boat for over 2 weeks.
At that time, my mother, age 75, had been experiencing the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s as well as a series of strokes which affected the memory and impulse control centers of her brain due to a vascular disease which severely decreased the flow of blood to those areas of her brain. During these TIA’s and small strokes/seizures, she behaved erratically and during larger ones she could become paranoid and psychotic. She had to be hospitalized for several of the more severe episodes, as she was becoming a danger to herself and others. The effects of these “episodes” lingered for days, sometimes weeks. Afterwards, she had no memory of anything that happened during that time period.
After the storms, we moved in with my mother to help her and because we did, FEMA stopped helping us. And since we could not afford to rebuild again without FEMA’s help, we lost our home. The recent BP oil spill was just another deep blow to our already struggling local economy.
She required 24/7/365 assistance and supervision, which she could not afford. She was eventually diagnosed with vascular disease of the brain and Alzheimer’s. Due to the region of her brain that was affected her disease went unnoticed for several years, until she had a large enough stroke to prompt her to seek medical attention. This diagnosis explained her erratic behavior of the past several years, I have since been homebound, unable to leave mom untended for any length of time and unable to work outside the home due to my mother’s need for the past 3 years.
My mother passed away this past April at the age of 79. She had suffered from Alzheimer's and vascular dementia, suffering several major and minor strokes and seizures over the past 6+ years. On April 9th she suffered a massive stroke, lingering for 9 days before passing on the 18th. God rest her soul, I miss her. I loved my mom very much and did everything I could to help her.
To add to the difficulties already faced by our loss, my youngest daughter, who had been living in Ohio with what turned out to be a conman/ junkie twice her age that saw a vulnerable young woman with 3 children and took advantage of that fact, had been physically, verbally and emotionally abusive to all of them for the past 1 ½ years. 2 weeks before Mom passed, she got in major legal trouble in Ohio and sent my 3 young grandsons to me to raise.
Now, things have turned for the worst... On August 17th we discovered that my eldest daughter took my mother to an attorney and had her write a will leaving everything my mother had to her and excluding me! This abominable act was done 1 month after Hurricane Katrina when ALL of us were distraught and displaced from the storm! My mom was not in her right mind at that time, even though a full diagnosis had not yet been made on her true condition.... Also, in Louisiana, the bar for mental competency is set so low that so long as you are not actively drooling and babbling in front of the judge/attorney/witnesses you are considered competent!! It doesn’t matter if you won’t remember doing it five minutes later either.
Now, my greedy, self-serving, ungrateful eldest child has decided that she will evict us so she can try to sell my mother's home, in which I and my grandsons, her nephews still live, so she can pay off mom's debt, which she exaggerates, and her student loans. She is fully aware of our circumstances… she just doesn’t care. The only transportation I have for my grandsons is the truck my mom gave me before her death, but did not have the money to transfer title on. It is now part of mom’s estate and she wants that too.
I called the Clerk in division where probate/ succession on my mom were filed... Clerk said that I need an attorney to file contest to the will… herein lies the problem... there is not 1 single legal aid agency in the ENTIRE New Orleans Metro area that can handle a contested will!! There are also no private attorneys that will handle it either, unless there's big money in it for them, which in this case there is not.
Clerk also said she has no idea why I was never notified… Judge signed off regardless. There seems to be no justice for the poor in this country... since we can't afford to pay the exorbitant fees of a private attorney, which seems to be a necessity to get anything done in the courts.
I received a 10 day "Notice to Vacate" posted on the door August 24, 2011. My daughter wants immediate possession of the property she manipulated/unduly influenced my mentally ill mother into willing to her barely 1 month after Hurricane Katrina. I don't know where we will go. I will have enough money on September 3rd to pay either 1 month's rent or the deposit, but can't raise both in time I have left. I also have the added expenses of my regular utility bills and new expenses for the transfer of utility services and/or deposits, and transportation. So I need to raise about $2000.00 within the coming 2 week period.
I have tried appealing to my daughter’s sense of decency, but she doesn’t seem to have one. Her actions are despicable and deplorable. I am ashamed to be her mother. It breaks my heart and sickens me to know that I brought such a hateful, selfish, greedy, heartless person into this world. I did not raise her to be that way.
I've called every single legal aid agency in my area; including the Bar Assoc. Lawyer referral service... no one will help because there just isn't any money in it for them... sad state this country is in when the poor cannot get justice anywhere.
I've also called churches and other charitable organizations for help... there are so many families in need in the New Orleans metro area that any help is minimal. ALL homeless shelters are full up with waiting lists so long they are no longer taking applications for assistance.
I have applied for Section 8 housing, but there is a HUGE waiting list. The HUD Section 8 waiting list in Louisiana is backlogged 5+ years and has more than 20,000 applicants still waiting for vouchers, many of whom are currently homeless. They are not accepting any new applicants.
I have contacted EVERY charitable and public/community service agency that I can think of for help... none has been forthcoming as of yet..... Is there ANYONE out there with a heart who can and will help us? I have nowhere else to turn.
I’ve spent days seeking legal help... bottom line... none available... so since if my defense is denied and I can't fight the eviction then we are out on the streets with nowhere to go.
My nerves are shot; the house hunt is not going well.
I am hurt by my daughter’s actions and so sickened over all of this mess that I can barely think straight. I cry myself to sleep every night and awake with tears in my eyes and a rock in the pit of my stomach. Yet I dry them and try to be strong and act as if everything is normal for my grandsons who need me now more than ever. I still haven’t had time to grieve my mother’s death.
We are now faced with trying to find alternate housing that we can afford on the $840.00 a month income that I receive in Kinship Care for my grandsons. Fat chance in this over-priced rental market. Even a 1 bedroom apartment in “Crack Alley” goes for more than my income in this post-Katrina/Gustav/Ike market.
And it's starting to look like me and my grandsons will be homeless very soon... by the end of the 1st week in September.
Their mother is in prison and their deadbeat, psycho father hasn't been seen in almost 2 years, ever since he beat the hell out of his girlfriend, killed their little dog in front of my boys, stole and trashed her car and ended up in a mental hospital wanting to kill himself... my babies have had enough grief and loss in their lives... they need love, help and compassion.... and a decent place to live... soon!
We’re trying to stay in this area because my boyfriend of 11 years, and my only help, has an elderly, widowed mother who needs his help too. And we are all she has. She cannot take us in because her trailer is very small and there is no room for 5 more people in it.
Work is also scarce and hard to find in the New Orleans metro area due to the huge influx of big out of state companies with their out of state workers getting all of the bigger jobs and contracts and the even larger influx of foreign laborers so severely underbidding the smaller construction jobs, cutting local workers and sub-contractors, like my boyfriend, right out of the job market. Every day he goes out hunting for work taking any job offered.
I have prayed on this so hard and so often since this mess all began. I have put my burden in Jesus' Hands. For He is the only one that can save us. I can only hope that he sends us an Angel to deliver us soon, for without help from someone, somewhere here on earth we are lost. I feel so lost and utterly alone... this truly is my darkest hour.
If there is ANYONE out there who can offer assistance, legal, residential, financial, whatever help you can give... please contact me ASAP. I have exhausted all available resources.
I need at least 2 bedrooms in a safe neighborhood... my total income is $840.00 per month... Right now, I can barely afford toilet paper to wipe our butts with.
We are thankful and grateful for the help we have received from our local churches and the 2nd Harvest Food Bank, as well as some assistance on our utility bill from our local community action organization. That meager help has helped us survive thus far, but our resources are nearly spent. Please have mercy on us and donate whatever you can to help me save my family… every little bit helps.
Thank you for listening to my problems and for your consideration of my plight.
May God Bless you tenfold for any help you send us.
Proverbs 3: 3-7
Let not mercy and truth forsakes you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart,
And so find favor and high esteem in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.

Hello,

I have been out of a full time job for the last 2 1/2 yrs living at home with my dad which has been a total wreck. I moved in with him after I lost my job working for Pepsi back in June of 2008. I did end up going back to school for computer networking & I am currently A+ certified as a computer technician. I have managed to get short term contracts to pay the small bills that I have but nothing has come through that will allow me to get my own place. Living in his place has been a total disaster...he suffers from a crack cocaine addiction so that means he is constantly going through mood changes that I suffer from, he is constantly begging, I don't have much privacy & he is all around rude. I don't leave out of my room unless im eating, going to the bathroom, or leaving out of the front door. I have 2 sons's 15yrs old and 6yrs old and I don't want my kids here because I stay confined to my room & don't want my kids to feel confined. I often come home to the smell of crack being smoked throughout the house & it makes my stomach turn. I would like to purchase a foreclosed home for me & my kids that I can call my own. Everything here that I speak of can be confirmed.... I am asking everyone who reads this & cares or who can even relate to this situation please donate what you can. Even if I can't buy a home from the donations recieved I will get my own place and pay the rent up for at least a year & will have a nest egg to keep me going until I find another job. This is not for paying of credit cards, to make a million bucks, or for that luxuary vacation....This is to put me in my own home and for me to have a piece of mind. Please donate $5, $10, $20, $50, $100 or whatever you can.
I am trying to raise approximatley $50,000 this is lower and more reasonable for ths who are interested in helping me. The picture listed is not the picture of the property. If you are a business and you donate I will promote your business and if your on ebay I will promote your auction.


List Price:
$50,000
(Bedrooms)
3
Bathrooms:
2
Property type:
—
Size:
1200 sqft
Year built:
1986


Thank you in advance.


Snail mail donations can be mailed to

KM
6917 S Sangamon
Chicago, IL 60621

good day My name is JANIS NAZAROVS .I am writing to you from LATVIAN .Would like you to tell our sad life story.We live in the countryside with three minor children.Man 38 years,DAILE daughter 9 years,Lelde daughter 11 years,son, Eduard 16 years. House in which we live,is a state of emergency.Windows and doors are old.Place window film Walls crack and fall apart.Leaky roof and is leaking water.Home life rat and fleas.Our government do not care that we live in.All the money go to repayment of the loans.My wife is alkaholike .She do not live with us.Recently I met another woman with two children.I fell in love with a woman and her child.Now we have seven.In this house, I can not bring him to live.We want to get out of poverty. this country will not help us any.We want to live happily.I am therefore writing to you.We Need Financial Assistance.To buy a child a good apartment,pay for school kids,settle debt .So we can start a normal life we need 50.000usd Do you help a loving family I have a woman whose love.And our five children Luk such is life.We do not need milion.We simply want to live,that people.I apologize to you for this letter.I am on your fund's read.Therefore, I wrote to you.I have no more having to request the assistance.Please help if it is in your power.I am willing to sell their organs,to my family to be happy.God be with you than

you are the only who can help us .HELP PLEASE.too bad the people are sparing of
Swedbank Latvia bank account numursLV47HABA0551009349583
JANIS NAZAROVS PERSONAL KODS190873-11012
ADDRESS / / / LATVIA. LIELVARDES'S PARISH Lēdmane SELGAS4

good day My name is JANIS NAZAROVS .I am writing to you from LATVIAN .Would like you to tell our sad life story.We live in the countryside with three minor children.Man 38 years,DAILE daughter 9 years,Lelde daughter 11 years,son, Eduard 16 years. House in which we live,is a state of emergency.Windows and doors are old.Place window film Walls crack and fall apart.Leaky roof and is leaking water.Home life rat and fleas.Our government do not care that we live in.All the money go to repayment of the loans.My wife is alkaholike .She do not live with us.Recently I met another woman with two children.I fell in love with a woman and her child.Now we have seven.In this house, I can not bring him to live.We want to get out of poverty. this country will not help us any.We want to live happily.I am therefore writing to you.We Need Financial Assistance.To buy a child a good apartment,pay for school kids,settle debt .So we can start a normal life we need 50.000usd Do you help a loving family I have a woman whose love.And our five children Luk such is life.We do not need milion.We simply want to live,that people.I apologize to you for this letter.I am on your fund's read.Therefore, I wrote to you.I have no more having to request the assistance.Please help if it is in your power.I am willing to sell their organs,to my family to be happy.God be with you than

you are the only who can help us .HELP PLEASE.too bad the people are sparing of
Swedbank Latvia bank account numursLV47HABA0551009349583
JANIS NAZAROVS PERSONAL KODS190873-11012
ADDRESS / / / LATVIA. LIELVARDES'S PARISH Lēdmane SELGAS4

good day My name is JANIS NAZAROVS .I am writing to you from LATVIAN .Would like you to tell our sad life story.We live in the countryside with three minor children.Man 38 years,DAILE daughter 9 years,Lelde daughter 11 years,son, Eduard 16 years. House in which we live,is a state of emergency.Windows and doors are old.Place window film Walls crack and fall apart.Leaky roof and is leaking water.Home life rat and fleas.Our government do not care that we live in.All the money go to repayment of the loans.My wife is alkaholike .She do not live with us.Recently I met another woman with two children.I fell in love with a woman and her child.Now we have seven.In this house, I can not bring him to live.We want to get out of poverty. this country will not help us any.We want to live happily.I am therefore writing to you.We Need Financial Assistance.To buy a child a good apartment,pay for school kids,settle debt .So we can start a normal life we need 50.000usd Do you help a loving family I have a woman whose love.And our five children Luk such is life.We do not need milion.We simply want to live,that people.I apologize to you for this letter.I am on your fund's read.Therefore, I wrote to you.I have no more having to request the assistance.Please help if it is in your power.I am willing to sell their organs,to my family to be happy.God be with you than

you are the only who can help us .HELP PLEASE.too bad the people are sparing of
Swedbank Latvia bank account numursLV47HABA0551009349583
JANIS NAZAROVS PERSONAL KODS190873-11012
ADDRESS / / / LATVIA. LIELVARDES'S PARISH Lēdmane SELGAS4

good day My name is JANIS NAZAROVS .I am writing to you from LATVIAN .Would like you to tell our sad life story.We live in the countryside with three minor children.Man 38 years,DAILE daughter 9 years,Lelde daughter 11 years,son, Eduard 16 years. House in which we live,is a state of emergency.Windows and doors are old.Place window film Walls crack and fall apart.Leaky roof and is leaking water.Home life rat and fleas.Our government do not care that we live in.All the money go to repayment of the loans.My wife is alkaholike .She do not live with us.Recently I met another woman with two children.I fell in love with a woman and her child.Now we have seven.In this house, I can not bring him to live.We want to get out of poverty. this country will not help us any.We want to live happily.I am therefore writing to you.We Need Financial Assistance.To buy a child a good apartment,pay for school kids,settle debt .So we can start a normal life we need 50.000usd Do you help a loving family I have a woman whose love.And our five children Luk such is life.We do not need milion.We simply want to live,that people.I apologize to you for this letter.I am on your fund's read.Therefore, I wrote to you.I have no more having to request the assistance.Please help if it is in your power.I am willing to sell their organs,to my family to be happy.God be with you than

you are the only who can help us .HELP PLEASE.too bad the people are sparing of
Swedbank Latvia bank account numursLV47HABA0551009349583
JANIS NAZAROVS PERSONAL KODS190873-11012
ADDRESS / / / LATVIA. LIELVARDES'S PARISH Lēdmane SELGAS4

good day My name is JANIS NAZAROVS .I am writing to you from LATVIAN .Would like you to tell our sad life story.We live in the countryside with three minor children.Man 38 years,DAILE daughter 9 years,Lelde daughter 11 years,son, Eduard 16 years. House in which we live,is a state of emergency.Windows and doors are old.Place window film Walls crack and fall apart.Leaky roof and is leaking water.Home life rat and fleas.Our government do not care that we live in.All the money go to repayment of the loans.My wife is alkaholike .She do not live with us.Recently I met another woman with two children.I fell in love with a woman and her child.Now we have seven.In this house, I can not bring him to live.We want to get out of poverty. this country will not help us any.We want to live happily.I am therefore writing to you.We Need Financial Assistance.To buy a child a good apartment,pay for school kids,settle debt .So we can start a normal life we need 50.000usd Do you help a loving family I have a woman whose love.And our five children Luk such is life.We do not need milion.We simply want to live,that people.I apologize to you for this letter.I am on your fund's read.Therefore, I wrote to you.I have no more having to request the assistance.Please help if it is in your power.I am willing to sell their organs,to my family to be happy.God be with you than

you are the only who can help us .HELP PLEASE.too bad the people are sparing of
Swedbank Latvia bank account numursLV47HABA0551009349583
JANIS NAZAROVS PERSONAL KODS190873-11012
ADDRESS / / / LATVIA. LIELVARDES'S PARISH Lēdmane SELGAS4

Hi, I am just 22 years old and i will be honest i need money to payoff my debts. I started taking loans to make my families both ends meet. All for basic requirement of food, shelter and clothing. As i took loans more than my capacity to pay back i am badly in debt. As i writing a post for beg for obvious reasons you can make out that i am literate. I am a graduate and tried my hands for various jobs but as the fate is not in my favor i am not able to crack interviews for some reason or the other. I am not being a coward but i am really on the verge of dying as even if i get a job i will not be able to pay this huge sum.

All i can say is you guys are my last hope, any amount would be highly appreciated.

I am in need to pay off some loans. My ex left me about a year ago. I had to buy him out ($27,000.00) Which I had to sell a lot of my stuff and take out 2 loans. I had to buy a car because he took the car. I just need a little help. I work full time and part time. 7 days a week. I have a car loan, and 2 personal loans. The car loan is about $5500 and the total of the other 2 loans is about $19,000. I have tried many times to apply for help, but my loans are locked at their current rates for the next year at least. But the part that upsets me the most is that I have outstanding credit. I worked so hard for it. After everything that I have been through, I still pay ALL my bills on time. I may not have food. But my bills are payed. I just need some money to help me out. Enough to pay off or pay down a loan. Every time I sit down to do bills I hold my breath and hope I make it through. I am lucky, I just get by. But I am tired of robbing Peter to pay Paul. I have found that for a person like me that works hard and pays all her bills on time and has great credit, I am stuck. There is no help for someone like me. And I am not asking for much. Just a little bit to help out. Just to give me some much needed relief. I am wearing myself down working all the time. If I could pay a loan down or off, I can cut back a bit on my hours. Give me a mental break and maybe able to buy some food. I am at my end as to what to do. I thought about getting another job. But I really would crack if I took on another job. But its my goal to work off all this debt. Please, give it some thought. Even if its a little bit, I would be forever gratful. I believe in paying foward. And I try to do so by giving back. I dont have money to do so or much time, but I try when I do to give my time. Its the best I got now. So please, help me out. I appreciate you, for taking the time to read this post.
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I am in need to pay off some loans. My ex left me about a year ago. I had to buy him out ($27,000.00) Which I had to sell a lot of my stuff and take out 2 loans. I had to buy a car because he took the car. I just need a little help. I work full time and part time. 7 days a week. I have a car loan, and 2 personal loans. The car loan is about $5500 and the total of the other 2 loans is about $19,000. I have tried many times to apply for help, but my loans are locked at their current rates for the next year at least. But the part that upsets me the most is that I have outstanding credit. I worked so hard for it. After everything that I have been through, I still pay ALL my bills on time. I may not have food. But my bills are payed. I just need some money to help me out. Enough to pay off or pay down a loan. Every time I sit down to do bills I hold my breath and hope I make it through. I am lucky, I just get by. But I am tired of robbing Peter to pay Paul. I have found that for a person like me that works hard and pays all her bills on time and has great credit, I am stuck. There is no help for someone like me. And I am not asking for much. Just a little bit to help out. Just to give me some much needed relief. I am wearing myself down working all the time. If I could pay a loan down or off, I can cut back a bit on my hours. Give me a mental break and maybe able to buy some food. I am at my end as to what to do. I thought about getting another job. But I really would crack if I took on another job. But its my goal to work off all this debt. Please, give it some thought. Even if its a little bit, I would be forever gratful. I believe in paying foward. And I try to do so by giving back. I dont have money to do so or much time, but I try when I do to give my time. Its the best I got now. So please, help me out. I appreciate you, for taking the time to read this post.