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My puppy is 6 months old (today actually) and he has just contracted Parvo. His name is Chopper, he is a Lab/Pit mix. He weighs 42 lbs and lives here with my husband and I. We also have his brother, Sheik, another pup from his litter. In the past 24 hours, Chopper has been vomiting very often and wouldn't have anything to eat or drink. He also started having bloody diarrhea. I took him to the Vet where they tested him positive for the Parvo Virus and he must stay there and be hospitalized to have the best chance to survive and come through. However, the vet I took him to is the cheapest around and they still say it will cost anywhere from $600-$900 for his complete treatment. All the money my husband and I could come up with was $400, and even that $400 puts us behind on bills and groceries and many things, but it was enough for them to take Chopper and start his treatment. Please help us in the fight to save our puppy! We would be forever grateful for anything and everything donated to us. God bless.

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.

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

A little over a year ago we left Montana in search of something better. My husband got a job as a safety officer for the BP oil spill we packed up our kids our dogs and all our stuff and headed for Pensacola FL. It was not at all what we expected every two weeks we got a check to "Tie Us Over" is what they would always say your full pay will come soon we are still getting everything sorted out. Like so many other people the rest of the money never came the job just ended. Now we are in a legal battle for around 10,000 in back pay. We left Pensacola with about 300.00 in our pocket and stopped at the first big city we could find Houston TX. Hoping this would all be resolved soon we waited. My husband took side jobs to pay for our hotel and food but a couple weeks ago our truck broke down 1800.00 worth of repairs there was no way we could afford that so we sold it for scrape and paid for our hotel. My husband is now working day labor 55.00 a day when he gets work our hotel is 40.00 a day and after that there is nothing we can't get into a position to save any money for a car or an apartment we just need some help to get out of the rut. We need to be able to pay a months rent somewhere so we are able to take on full time jobs and be able to wait the 2 weeks for a check. We don't drink or do drugs we are just an average family in a really messed up spot. I could not afford to pay the premium price to be able to post pictures. But we have three daughter 17 13 and 6. Whatever you can do to help would be such a blessing thank you for time and your help.
The Kelley Family

A little over a year ago we left Montana in search of something better. My husband got a job as a safety officer for the BP oil spill we packed up our kids our dogs and all our stuff and headed for Pensacola FL. It was not at all what we expected every two weeks we got a check to "Tie Us Over" is what they would always say your full pay will come soon we are still getting everything sorted out. Like so many other people the rest of the money never came the job just ended. Now we are in a legal battle for around 10,000 in back pay. We left Pensacola with about 300.00 in our pocket and stopped at the first big city we could find Houston TX. Hoping this would all be resolved soon we waited. My husband took side jobs to pay for our hotel and food but a couple weeks ago our truck broke down 1800.00 worth of repairs there was no way we could afford that so we sold it for scrape and paid for our hotel. My husband is now working day labor 55.00 a day when he gets work our hotel is 40.00 a day and after that there is nothing we can't get into a position to save any money for a car or an apartment we just need some help to get out of the rut. We need to be able to pay a months rent somewhere so we are able to take on full time jobs and be able to wait the 2 weeks for a check. We don't drink or do drugs we are just an average family in a really messed up spot. I could not afford to pay the premium price to be able to post pictures. But we have three daughter 17 13 and 6. Whatever you can do to help would be such a blessing thank you for time and your help.
The Kelley Family

A little over a year ago we left Montana in search of something better. My husband got a job as a safety officer for the BP oil spill we packed up our kids our dogs and all our stuff and headed for Pensacola FL. It was not at all what we expected every two weeks we got a check to "Tie Us Over" is what they would always say your full pay will come soon we are still getting everything sorted out. Like so many other people the rest of the money never came the job just ended. Now we are in a legal battle for around 10,000 in back pay. We left Pensacola with about 300.00 in our pocket and stopped at the first big city we could find Houston TX. Hoping this would all be resolved soon we waited. My husband took side jobs to pay for our hotel and food but a couple weeks ago our truck broke down 1800.00 worth of repairs there was no way we could afford that so we sold it for scrape and paid for our hotel. My husband is now working day labor 55.00 a day when he gets work our hotel is 40.00 a day and after that there is nothing we can't get into a position to save any money for a car or an apartment we just need some help to get out of the rut. We need to be able to pay a months rent somewhere so we are able to take on full time jobs and be able to wait the 2 weeks for a check. We don't drink or do drugs we are just an average family in a really messed up spot. I could not afford to pay the premium price to be able to post pictures. But we have three daughter 17 13 and 6. Whatever you can do to help would be such a blessing thank you for time and your help.
The Kelley Family

A little over a year ago we left Montana in search of something better. My husband got a job as a safety officer for the BP oil spill we packed up our kids our dogs and all our stuff and headed for Pensacola FL. It was not at all what we expected every two weeks we got a check to "Tie Us Over" is what they would always say your full pay will come soon we are still getting everything sorted out. Like so many other people the rest of the money never came the job just ended. Now we are in a legal battle for around 10,000 in back pay. We left Pensacola with about 300.00 in our pocket and stopped at the first big city we could find Houston TX. Hoping this would all be resolved soon we waited. My husband took side jobs to pay for our hotel and food but a couple weeks ago our truck broke down 1800.00 worth of repairs there was no way we could afford that so we sold it for scrape and paid for our hotel. My husband is now working day labor 55.00 a day when he gets work our hotel is 40.00 a day and after that there is nothing we can't get into a position to save any money for a car or an apartment we just need some help to get out of the rut. We need to be able to pay a months rent somewhere so we are able to take on full time jobs and be able to wait the 2 weeks for a check. We don't drink or do drugs we are just an average family in a really messed up spot. I could not afford to pay the premium price to be able to post pictures. But we have three daughter 17 13 and 6. Whatever you can do to help would be such a blessing thank you for time and your help.
The Kelley Family
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I am the custodial parent of 3 children, a daughter that's 17, and 2 boys, 14 and 9. I have been divorced for 3yrs. now, tending to the everyday needs, for my children and their school activities. My ex-wife had turned diabetic, from giving birth to the children and had fallen into a severe case of post-pardon depression, due to the diabetic condition that had worsened as the children were born, which turned her to alcohol. As most of us know, alcohol and diabetes do not mix, at first I was unaware, of how severe this can be, but as time progressed, we could see the roller-coaster personality shine through. After hearing from others about the way some things were being handled by her, such as pinning them down on the ground, to brush their teeth, or ripping a brush through my daughters hair in the morning before school, I needed to do something about it. This was hard to see at first, since I was at work everyday on a 45-50hr. work week. One particular event, that has been a soar spot with my daughter, was a few days before Christmas, when she was helping decorate the tree and had started to put the tinsel on before the ornaments. Her mom, was into about her 2nd drink, which had brought her sugar-level up, started screaming at her about putting the ornaments on first, and just about ripped her arms off, tearing the tinsel out of her hands!!! Last year, was the first year, after spending many hours with her, that she was brave enough to help decorate the tree.

My oldest son, now 14, has had some very bad experiences, that had put so much stress on him that he started pulling his hair out, until he was completely bald on top of his head !!! The stress was caused by being constantly screamed at for things, that he was even doing. The last thing that really broke the camels back was, when he was trying to restrain his mother during a delirious diabetic overload of sugar, which had skyrocketed, to over 600. She began kicking him, until she kicked him right down the steps and he had to come back up and body slam her down on the floor, we all saw the UGLIER side of diabetes that night !!!!! The E.R. was called in and they strapped her down on a stretcher, deemed her delusional, then rushed her off to the hospital. Their mother decided after that happened, that it would be a good idea to leave the family and doesn't have much contact with her children. I've spent a lot of time with them, working through some of the traumatic episodes, that they encountered and have lost a lot of time for employment. Now that I have been unemployed for quite sometime and being a man in this position, getting assistance or help is almost impossible. I get the feeling that men with children are discriminated, there are no programs in place by the government for men with children. I am now up against all odds, the roof on our house needs to be shingled, every time it rains we see piles of gravel on the ground and my vehicle is on it's last leg. The utilities are always in shut off status and I'm now falling into foreclosure, due to being behind on the house payments for heavens sake, let alone the kids being sick from time to time, because of the old and deteriorating carpet in our house, so I'm being told by the doctors.

PLEASE HELP ME SOMEBODY, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR WHERE TO GET THE
MONEY TO MAKE THE LIVES OF MY CHILDREN ANY BETTER !!!

I am 57 yrs old and retired on disability. My roommate moved out and now I am stuck with everything. The electric company has informed me that I now need to switch the bill into my name BUT they are requiring a payment of $976.24 to do so; this includes a past due amount and a security deposit. I do not have this kind of cash on hand. My due date is 5/21/12 or the service here will be disconnected.
I am desperate. I have never been in a situation such as this before. I have numerous ailments and require electricity in order to take my daily breathing treatments. I have diabetes, severe asthma, fibromyalgia, arthtitis, and severe high blood pressure. No, I do not smoke, drink or use drugs. I don't even have a cell phone.
Any help you can offer would be very appreciated. Asking for financial help is the most difficult thing I have ever done.

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

Hello there! I am husband and father in a household of 3. My baby boy is going to turn 1 year old on June 23rd, 2012. I have a job as a 4th grade teacher on an Indian Reservation in South Dakota. I have been married for 6 years now. I believe I make good financial choices. We do not use tobacco or drink. We have never been criminally fined. I do not own a shiny brand new car (our vehicles are 2001 Olds Alero and 1996 Dodge Dakota), or a huge house (we are renting a 3 bedroom house) I consider myself very hard working.

Yet, we are spiraling into more and more into debt with each passing month. Despite our modest living and good choices, we are on a path to bankruptcy. I will be forever grateful for any help my family may receive through this website. We have about $30,000 in credit card debt, $15,000 in student loans, and $3,000 in medical bills. If people become extremely generous to our situation, we will not accept more help than these debts. I also look forward to updating everyone about my (hopefully) dwindling debts through a facebook page I created specifically for this plea for help!

My facebook page created for updates of my financial situation is Chris Vhelp. I will accept friend requests so I can update everyone who is interested in how much I am being helped.

Thanks to everyone in advance!!!

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

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

I come from a single parent household, with a mother that has taken care of 3 households. She can only do so much. I have had to stay off campus this last year in college, due to the school running out of housing, something unplanned. Since staying in this apartment since august, I have only had groceries in my household only 2 of those months, this is the 8th month here, I have had no food, and have only $1 in my account. All im asking for is help, so that I can finally have food to eat, because the next thing to do is to go to a food bank, and hope that they'll let me get food. This is the first time about me even hearing about this site, and if there is someone out there that is willing to help, this will help me carry over until my graduation in may in which i plan to then go into my career. However, I've just hit a point where having no food to eat,nothing to drink except tap water, nor money to even get something off of a dollar menu, is just added stress on top of school, my insomnia, my grandmother passing suddenly etc. I have tried to find employment while in school but after applying to over hundreds of jobs throughout the years, DENIED FOODSTAMPS, there has been no luck. I'm taking any donations...HOPEFULLY I CAN REACH AT LEAST 100 TOTAL IN DONATIONS SO I CAN HAVE FOOD FOR THE NEXT 2 MONTHS...I HAVE NOTHING RIGHT NOW

I come from a single parent household, with a mother that has taken care of 3 households. She can only do so much. I have had to stay off campus this last year in college, due to the school running out of housing, something unplanned. Since staying in this apartment since august, I have only had groceries in my household only 2 of those months, this is the 8th month here, I have had no food, and have only $1 in my account. All im asking for is help, so that I can finally have food to eat, because the next thing to do is to go to a food bank, and hope that they'll let me get food. This is the first time about me even hearing about this site, and if there is someone out there that is willing to help, this will help me carry over until my graduation in may in which i plan to then go into my career. However, I've just hit a point where having no food to eat,nothing to drink except tap water, nor money to even get something off of a dollar menu, is just added stress on top of school, my insomnia, my grandmother passing suddenly etc. I have tried to find employment while in school but after applying to over hundreds of jobs throughout the years, DENIED FOODSTAMPS, there has been no luck. I'm taking any donations...

I come from a single parent household, with a mother that has taken care of 3 households. She can only do so much. I have had to stay off campus this last year in college, due to the school running out of housing, something unplanned. Since staying in this apartment since august, I have only had groceries in my household only 2 of those months, this is the 8th month here, I have had no food, and have only $1 in my account. All im asking for is help, so that I can finally have food to eat, because the next thing to do is to go to a food bank, and hope that they'll let me get food. This is the first time about me even hearing about this site, and if there is someone out there that is willing to help, this will help me carry over until my graduation in may in which i plan to then go into my career. However, I've just hit a point where having no food to eat,nothing to drink except tap water, nor money to even get something off of a dollar menu, is just added stress on top of school, my insomnia, my grandmother passing suddenly etc. I have tried to find employment while in school but after applying to over hundreds of jobs throughout the years, DENIED FOODSTAMPS, there has been no luck. I'm taking any donations...

I come from a single parent household, with a mother that has taken care of 3 households. She can only do so much. I have had to stay off campus this last year in college, due to the school running out of housing, something unplanned. Since staying in this apartment since august, I have only had groceries in my household only 2 of those months, this is the 8th month here, I have had no food, and have only $1 in my account. All im asking for is help, so that I can finally have food to eat, because the next thing to do is to go to a food bank, and hope that they'll let me get food. This is the first time about me even hearing about this site, and if there is someone out there that is willing to help, this will help me carry over until my graduation in may in which i plan to then go into my career. However, I've just hit a point where having no food to eat,nothing to drink except tap water, nor money to even get something off of a dollar menu, is just added stress on top of school, my insomnia, my grandmother passing suddenly etc. I have tried to find employment while in school but after applying to over hundreds of jobs throughout the years, DENIED FOODSTAMPS, there has been no luck. I'm taking any donations...

RESPECTED READERS MY NAME IS MAHESH.S.P I AM 30 YEAR OLD GENTELMAN I AM LIVING IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND SPENDING MY WHOLE LIFE INCLUDING PAST LIFE , PRESENT LIFE ,FEATURE LIFE IN PRAYING JESUS . I WAS HAPPY WITH MY LIFE AND LIFESTYLE . BUT SUDDENLY UNFORTUNATLY DUE TO HYPERTENSION ( B.P ) MY BOTH KIDNEYS ARE FAILED MY DISEASE NAME IS CHRONIC KIDNEY DISEASE STAGE ; 5 SECONDARY TO REFLUX NEPHROPATHY HYPERTENSION ; GROSS VOLME OVERLOAD .PULMONARY EDEMA INITIATED ON HEMODIALYSIS DUE TO THIS A DROP OF URINE OUT PUT IS NOT COMMING FROM MY BODY DUE TO THIS MY BODY AND HEALTH CONDITION IS VERY BAD I CANNOT WORK , I CANNOT WALK , I CANNOT STAND FOR A HOUR OR SIT FOR A HOUR , AND I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT TIME WELL AND DOCTER HAS ADVISED STRICTLY TO FALLOW FOOD DIET AND I SHOULD DRINK WATER LESS THAN HALF LITRE PER DAY SO IT IS VERY TOUGH TO LIVE . I AM TAKING WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT IN HOSPITAL THAT TO IN OUT STATION FROM 22-02-2009 AND ERALIER TO THAT FOR ONE YEAR I WAS IN MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY FISTULA OPERATION WAS DONE ON THAT TIME , OUR S IS A MIDDLECLASS FAMILY I AM THE ONLY ONE SON FOR MY PARENTS SO WE HAVE SPEND LOT OF MONEY FOR MEDCINE , BLOODTEST , FISTULA OPERATION , HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT , AND ETC . DOCTER HAS ADVISED TO KIDNEY TRANSPLATION DUE TO THAT MY HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT WILL BE STOPED SO THAT I WILL BE HEALTHY SO THAT ICAN HAVE ALMOST 100 % NORMAL LIFE SO THAT I CAN WORK AND I CAN EARN I CAN LOOK AFTER ME AND FAMILY AND MOST IMPORTENT DUITY IS TO DO IS I CAN PRAY JESUS FOR LONG TIME I DONT WANT TO MARRY I WANT TO SPEND WHOLE MY LIFE IN THE NAME OF JESUS , TO THE JESUS , FOR THE JESUS BUT ONLY THING IS WE DONT HAVE MONEY FOR KIDNEY TRANSPLATION AND TILL TRANSPLATION I HAVE TO TAKE WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IN THE NAME OF JESUS I AM BEGGING ALL THE JESUS BELIVERS , JESUS FALLOWERS , JESUS RESPECTORS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT I CAN CUM UP FROM THIS BIG PROBLEM i can leave indipendent life PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE & To over come from this big disease. BECAUSE operation cost AND MEDICATION is nearly 3.00.000 INDIAN RUPEE It is very difficult to arrange me please for the JESUS SAKE I am begging you & if the person or friend or any body or any charity OR ANY NGO S how can help me, you now please inform me on my E-MAIL -MAHESHSP30@GMAIL.COM My mobile no - 9964638566 my residence adress is MAHESH.S.P S\O S.Y.PANDURANGA RAO BANASHANKARI EXTSION BANAVARA ARASIKERE - 573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA ( COUNTRY ) TO SEND MONEY my bank details are SYNDICATE BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER - 14022200075587 ISFC CODE - SYNB0001402 BANAVARA BRANCH ARASIKERE -573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA COUNTRY THIS IS TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH PLEASE BELIVE IN ME OR JESUS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT ME AND JESUS WILL ALSO HAPPY IF JESUS IS HAPPY DEFNATLY HE WILL GIVE YOU GOOD HEALTH HAPPINESS , PROSPIRTY , MORE WEALTH , AND GLORY IN YOUR S LIFE AND YOURS FAMILY LIFE PLEASE DONT IGNORE THAT IT IS JOKE OR CHEETING BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IN MY CONDITION YOU WILL HAVE COME TO NOW THAT HOW TOUGH IS TO LIVE WITHOUT GOOD HEALTH AND WITHOUT HAVE ING MONEY TO LIVE IF YOU WONT SEND MONEY AFTER KNOWING THIS JESUS WILL DEFFANATLY FAILS YOUR KIDNEY , HEART FAIL , YOUR JOB WILL GO , YOUR FAMILY HAPPINESS WILL GO , YOUR BISSINESS WILL BE IN LOSS SO PLEASE TRUST ME AND SEND MONEY TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU TRUST ME JESUS WILL ALSO DEFFANATLY BILIVE YOU AND HE WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR LIFE AND WHAT YOU LIKE IN LIFE AND DIFFANATLY I WILL PRAY JESUS WHOLE MY LIFE FOR YOU PEOPLES TO GIVE GOOD HEALTH , MORE WEALTH , HAPPINESS , PROSPRITY AND GLORY IN LIFE AND SHOW MERCY AND FORGIVE ALL YOUR SIN THANKING YOU AND JESUS AND I DONT HAVE PAYPAL ACCOUNT PLEASE SORRY FOR THAT YOUR S RESPECTING MAHESH.S.P

RESPECTED READERS MY NAME IS MAHESH.S.P I AM 30 YEAR OLD GENTELMAN I AM LIVING IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND SPENDING MY WHOLE LIFE INCLUDING PAST LIFE , PRESENT LIFE ,FEATURE LIFE IN PRAYING JESUS . I WAS HAPPY WITH MY LIFE AND LIFESTYLE . BUT SUDDENLY UNFORTUNATLY DUE TO HYPERTENSION ( B.P ) MY BOTH KIDNEYS ARE FAILED MY DISEASE NAME IS CHRONIC KIDNEY DISEASE STAGE ; 5 SECONDARY TO REFLUX NEPHROPATHY HYPERTENSION ; GROSS VOLME OVERLOAD .PULMONARY EDEMA INITIATED ON HEMODIALYSIS DUE TO THIS A DROP OF URINE OUT PUT IS NOT COMMING FROM MY BODY DUE TO THIS MY BODY AND HEALTH CONDITION IS VERY BAD I CANNOT WORK , I CANNOT WALK , I CANNOT STAND FOR A HOUR OR SIT FOR A HOUR , AND I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT TIME WELL AND DOCTER HAS ADVISED STRICTLY TO FALLOW FOOD DIET AND I SHOULD DRINK WATER LESS THAN HALF LITRE PER DAY SO IT IS VERY TOUGH TO LIVE . I AM TAKING WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT IN HOSPITAL THAT TO IN OUT STATION FROM 22-02-2009 AND ERALIER TO THAT FOR ONE YEAR I WAS IN MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY FISTULA OPERATION WAS DONE ON THAT TIME , OUR S IS A MIDDLECLASS FAMILY I AM THE ONLY ONE SON FOR MY PARENTS SO WE HAVE SPEND LOT OF MONEY FOR MEDCINE , BLOODTEST , FISTULA OPERATION , HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT , AND ETC . DOCTER HAS ADVISED TO KIDNEY TRANSPLATION DUE TO THAT MY HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT WILL BE STOPED SO THAT I WILL BE HEALTHY SO THAT ICAN HAVE ALMOST 100 % NORMAL LIFE SO THAT I CAN WORK AND I CAN EARN I CAN LOOK AFTER ME AND FAMILY AND MOST IMPORTENT DUITY IS TO DO IS I CAN PRAY JESUS FOR LONG TIME I DONT WANT TO MARRY I WANT TO SPEND WHOLE MY LIFE IN THE NAME OF JESUS , TO THE JESUS , FOR THE JESUS BUT ONLY THING IS WE DONT HAVE MONEY FOR KIDNEY TRANSPLATION AND TILL TRANSPLATION I HAVE TO TAKE WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IN THE NAME OF JESUS I AM BEGGING ALL THE JESUS BELIVERS , JESUS FALLOWERS , JESUS RESPECTORS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT I CAN CUM UP FROM THIS BIG PROBLEM i can leave indipendent life PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE & To over come from this big disease. BECAUSE operation cost AND MEDICATION is nearly 3.00.000 INDIAN RUPEE It is very difficult to arrange me please for the JESUS SAKE I am begging you & if the person or friend or any body or any charity OR ANY NGO S how can help me, you now please inform me on my E-MAIL -MAHESHSP30@GMAIL.COM My mobile no - 9964638566 my residence adress is MAHESH.S.P S\O S.Y.PANDURANGA RAO BANASHANKARI EXTSION BANAVARA ARASIKERE - 573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA ( COUNTRY ) TO SEND MONEY my bank details are SYNDICATE BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER - 14022200075587 ISFC CODE - SYNB0001402 BANAVARA BRANCH ARASIKERE -573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA COUNTRY THIS IS TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH PLEASE BELIVE IN ME OR JESUS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT ME AND JESUS WILL ALSO HAPPY IF JESUS IS HAPPY DEFNATLY HE WILL GIVE YOU GOOD HEALTH HAPPINESS , PROSPIRTY , MORE WEALTH , AND GLORY IN YOUR S LIFE AND YOURS FAMILY LIFE PLEASE DONT IGNORE THAT IT IS JOKE OR CHEETING BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IN MY CONDITION YOU WILL HAVE COME TO NOW THAT HOW TOUGH IS TO LIVE WITHOUT GOOD HEALTH AND WITHOUT HAVE ING MONEY TO LIVE IF YOU WONT SEND MONEY AFTER KNOWING THIS JESUS WILL DEFFANATLY FAILS YOUR KIDNEY , HEART FAIL , YOUR JOB WILL GO , YOUR FAMILY HAPPINESS WILL GO , YOUR BISSINESS WILL BE IN LOSS SO PLEASE TRUST ME AND SEND MONEY TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU TRUST ME JESUS WILL ALSO DEFFANATLY BILIVE YOU AND HE WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR LIFE AND WHAT YOU LIKE IN LIFE AND DIFFANATLY I WILL PRAY JESUS WHOLE MY LIFE FOR YOU PEOPLES TO GIVE GOOD HEALTH , MORE WEALTH , HAPPINESS , PROSPRITY AND GLORY IN LIFE AND SHOW MERCY AND FORGIVE ALL YOUR SIN THANKING YOU AND JESUS AND I DONT HAVE PAYPAL ACCOUNT PLEASE SORRY FOR THAT YOUR S RESPECTING MAHESH.S.P

RESPECTED READERS MY NAME IS MAHESH.S.P I AM 30 YEAR OLD GENTELMAN I AM LIVING IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND SPENDING MY WHOLE LIFE INCLUDING PAST LIFE , PRESENT LIFE ,FEATURE LIFE IN PRAYING JESUS . I WAS HAPPY WITH MY LIFE AND LIFESTYLE . BUT SUDDENLY UNFORTUNATLY DUE TO HYPERTENSION ( B.P ) MY BOTH KIDNEYS ARE FAILED MY DISEASE NAME IS CHRONIC KIDNEY DISEASE STAGE ; 5 SECONDARY TO REFLUX NEPHROPATHY HYPERTENSION ; GROSS VOLME OVERLOAD .PULMONARY EDEMA INITIATED ON HEMODIALYSIS DUE TO THIS A DROP OF URINE OUT PUT IS NOT COMMING FROM MY BODY DUE TO THIS MY BODY AND HEALTH CONDITION IS VERY BAD I CANNOT WORK , I CANNOT WALK , I CANNOT STAND FOR A HOUR OR SIT FOR A HOUR , AND I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT TIME WELL AND DOCTER HAS ADVISED STRICTLY TO FALLOW FOOD DIET AND I SHOULD DRINK WATER LESS THAN HALF LITRE PER DAY SO IT IS VERY TOUGH TO LIVE . I AM TAKING WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT IN HOSPITAL THAT TO IN OUT STATION FROM 22-02-2009 AND ERALIER TO THAT FOR ONE YEAR I WAS IN MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY FISTULA OPERATION WAS DONE ON THAT TIME , OUR S IS A MIDDLECLASS FAMILY I AM THE ONLY ONE SON FOR MY PARENTS SO WE HAVE SPEND LOT OF MONEY FOR MEDCINE , BLOODTEST , FISTULA OPERATION , HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT , AND ETC . DOCTER HAS ADVISED TO KIDNEY TRANSPLATION DUE TO THAT MY HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT WILL BE STOPED SO THAT I WILL BE HEALTHY SO THAT ICAN HAVE ALMOST 100 % NORMAL LIFE SO THAT I CAN WORK AND I CAN EARN I CAN LOOK AFTER ME AND FAMILY AND MOST IMPORTENT DUITY IS TO DO IS I CAN PRAY JESUS FOR LONG TIME I DONT WANT TO MARRY I WANT TO SPEND WHOLE MY LIFE IN THE NAME OF JESUS , TO THE JESUS , FOR THE JESUS BUT ONLY THING IS WE DONT HAVE MONEY FOR KIDNEY TRANSPLATION AND TILL TRANSPLATION I HAVE TO TAKE WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IN THE NAME OF JESUS I AM BEGGING ALL THE JESUS BELIVERS , JESUS FALLOWERS , JESUS RESPECTORS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT I CAN CUM UP FROM THIS BIG PROBLEM i can leave indipendent life PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE & To over come from this big disease. BECAUSE operation cost AND MEDICATION is nearly 3.00.000 INDIAN RUPEE It is very difficult to arrange me please for the JESUS SAKE I am begging you & if the person or friend or any body or any charity OR ANY NGO S how can help me, you now please inform me on my E-MAIL -MAHESHSP30@GMAIL.COM My mobile no - 9964638566 my residence adress is MAHESH.S.P S\O S.Y.PANDURANGA RAO BANASHANKARI EXTSION BANAVARA ARASIKERE - 573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA ( COUNTRY ) TO SEND MONEY my bank details are SYNDICATE BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER - 14022200075587 ISFC CODE - SYNB0001402 BANAVARA BRANCH ARASIKERE -573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA COUNTRY THIS IS TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH PLEASE BELIVE IN ME OR JESUS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT ME AND JESUS WILL ALSO HAPPY IF JESUS IS HAPPY DEFNATLY HE WILL GIVE YOU GOOD HEALTH HAPPINESS , PROSPIRTY , MORE WEALTH , AND GLORY IN YOUR S LIFE AND YOURS FAMILY LIFE PLEASE DONT IGNORE THAT IT IS JOKE OR CHEETING BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IN MY CONDITION YOU WILL HAVE COME TO NOW THAT HOW TOUGH IS TO LIVE WITHOUT GOOD HEALTH AND WITHOUT HAVE ING MONEY TO LIVE IF YOU WONT SEND MONEY AFTER KNOWING THIS JESUS WILL DEFFANATLY FAILS YOUR KIDNEY , HEART FAIL , YOUR JOB WILL GO , YOUR FAMILY HAPPINESS WILL GO , YOUR BISSINESS WILL BE IN LOSS SO PLEASE TRUST ME AND SEND MONEY TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU TRUST ME JESUS WILL ALSO DEFFANATLY BILIVE YOU AND HE WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR LIFE AND WHAT YOU LIKE IN LIFE AND DIFFANATLY I WILL PRAY JESUS WHOLE MY LIFE FOR YOU PEOPLES TO GIVE GOOD HEALTH , MORE WEALTH , HAPPINESS , PROSPRITY AND GLORY IN LIFE AND SHOW MERCY AND FORGIVE ALL YOUR SIN THANKING YOU AND JESUS AND I DONT HAVE PAYPAL ACCOUNT PLEASE SORRY FOR THAT YOUR S RESPECTING MAHESH.S.P

RESPECTED READERS MY NAME IS MAHESH.S.P I AM 30 YEAR OLD GENTELMAN I AM LIVING IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND SPENDING MY WHOLE LIFE INCLUDING PAST LIFE , PRESENT LIFE ,FEATURE LIFE IN PRAYING JESUS . I WAS HAPPY WITH MY LIFE AND LIFESTYLE . BUT SUDDENLY UNFORTUNATLY DUE TO HYPERTENSION ( B.P ) MY BOTH KIDNEYS ARE FAILED MY DISEASE NAME IS CHRONIC KIDNEY DISEASE STAGE ; 5 SECONDARY TO REFLUX NEPHROPATHY HYPERTENSION ; GROSS VOLME OVERLOAD .PULMONARY EDEMA INITIATED ON HEMODIALYSIS DUE TO THIS A DROP OF URINE OUT PUT IS NOT COMMING FROM MY BODY DUE TO THIS MY BODY AND HEALTH CONDITION IS VERY BAD I CANNOT WORK , I CANNOT WALK , I CANNOT STAND FOR A HOUR OR SIT FOR A HOUR , AND I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT TIME WELL AND DOCTER HAS ADVISED STRICTLY TO FALLOW FOOD DIET AND I SHOULD DRINK WATER LESS THAN HALF LITRE PER DAY SO IT IS VERY TOUGH TO LIVE . I AM TAKING WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT IN HOSPITAL THAT TO IN OUT STATION FROM 22-02-2009 AND ERALIER TO THAT FOR ONE YEAR I WAS IN MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY FISTULA OPERATION WAS DONE ON THAT TIME , OUR S IS A MIDDLECLASS FAMILY I AM THE ONLY ONE SON FOR MY PARENTS SO WE HAVE SPEND LOT OF MONEY FOR MEDCINE , BLOODTEST , FISTULA OPERATION , HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT , AND ETC . DOCTER HAS ADVISED TO KIDNEY TRANSPLATION DUE TO THAT MY HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT WILL BE STOPED SO THAT I WILL BE HEALTHY SO THAT ICAN HAVE ALMOST 100 % NORMAL LIFE SO THAT I CAN WORK AND I CAN EARN I CAN LOOK AFTER ME AND FAMILY AND MOST IMPORTENT DUITY IS TO DO IS I CAN PRAY JESUS FOR LONG TIME I DONT WANT TO MARRY I WANT TO SPEND WHOLE MY LIFE IN THE NAME OF JESUS , TO THE JESUS , FOR THE JESUS BUT ONLY THING IS WE DONT HAVE MONEY FOR KIDNEY TRANSPLATION AND TILL TRANSPLATION I HAVE TO TAKE WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IN THE NAME OF JESUS I AM BEGGING ALL THE JESUS BELIVERS , JESUS FALLOWERS , JESUS RESPECTORS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT I CAN CUM UP FROM THIS BIG PROBLEM i can leave indipendent life PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE & To over come from this big disease. BECAUSE operation cost AND MEDICATION is nearly 3.00.000 INDIAN RUPEE It is very difficult to arrange me please for the JESUS SAKE I am begging you & if the person or friend or any body or any charity OR ANY NGO S how can help me, you now please inform me on my E-MAIL -MAHESHSP30@GMAIL.COM My mobile no - 9964638566 my residence adress is MAHESH.S.P S\O S.Y.PANDURANGA RAO BANASHANKARI EXTSION BANAVARA ARASIKERE - 573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA ( COUNTRY ) TO SEND MONEY my bank details are SYNDICATE BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER - 14022200075587 ISFC CODE - SYNB0001402 BANAVARA BRANCH ARASIKERE -573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA COUNTRY THIS IS TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH PLEASE BELIVE IN ME OR JESUS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT ME AND JESUS WILL ALSO HAPPY IF JESUS IS HAPPY DEFNATLY HE WILL GIVE YOU GOOD HEALTH HAPPINESS , PROSPIRTY , MORE WEALTH , AND GLORY IN YOUR S LIFE AND YOURS FAMILY LIFE PLEASE DONT IGNORE THAT IT IS JOKE OR CHEETING BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IN MY CONDITION YOU WILL HAVE COME TO NOW THAT HOW TOUGH IS TO LIVE WITHOUT GOOD HEALTH AND WITHOUT HAVE ING MONEY TO LIVE IF YOU WONT SEND MONEY AFTER KNOWING THIS JESUS WILL DEFFANATLY FAILS YOUR KIDNEY , HEART FAIL , YOUR JOB WILL GO , YOUR FAMILY HAPPINESS WILL GO , YOUR BISSINESS WILL BE IN LOSS SO PLEASE TRUST ME AND SEND MONEY TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU TRUST ME JESUS WILL ALSO DEFFANATLY BILIVE YOU AND HE WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR LIFE AND WHAT YOU LIKE IN LIFE AND DIFFANATLY I WILL PRAY JESUS WHOLE MY LIFE FOR YOU PEOPLES TO GIVE GOOD HEALTH , MORE WEALTH , HAPPINESS , PROSPRITY AND GLORY IN LIFE AND SHOW MERCY AND FORGIVE ALL YOUR SIN THANKING YOU AND JESUS AND I DONT HAVE PAYPAL ACCOUNT PLEASE SORRY FOR THAT YOUR S RESPECTING MAHESH.S.P

RESPECTED READERS MY NAME IS MAHESH.S.P I AM 30 YEAR OLD GENTELMAN I AM LIVING IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND SPENDING MY WHOLE LIFE INCLUDING PAST LIFE , PRESENT LIFE ,FEATURE LIFE IN PRAYING JESUS . I WAS HAPPY WITH MY LIFE AND LIFESTYLE . BUT SUDDENLY UNFORTUNATLY DUE TO HYPERTENSION ( B.P ) MY BOTH KIDNEYS ARE FAILED MY DISEASE NAME IS CHRONIC KIDNEY DISEASE STAGE ; 5 SECONDARY TO REFLUX NEPHROPATHY HYPERTENSION ; GROSS VOLME OVERLOAD .PULMONARY EDEMA INITIATED ON HEMODIALYSIS DUE TO THIS A DROP OF URINE OUT PUT IS NOT COMMING FROM MY BODY DUE TO THIS MY BODY AND HEALTH CONDITION IS VERY BAD I CANNOT WORK , I CANNOT WALK , I CANNOT STAND FOR A HOUR OR SIT FOR A HOUR , AND I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT TIME WELL AND DOCTER HAS ADVISED STRICTLY TO FALLOW FOOD DIET AND I SHOULD DRINK WATER LESS THAN HALF LITRE PER DAY SO IT IS VERY TOUGH TO LIVE . I AM TAKING WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT IN HOSPITAL THAT TO IN OUT STATION FROM 22-02-2009 AND ERALIER TO THAT FOR ONE YEAR I WAS IN MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY FISTULA OPERATION WAS DONE ON THAT TIME , OUR S IS A MIDDLECLASS FAMILY I AM THE ONLY ONE SON FOR MY PARENTS SO WE HAVE SPEND LOT OF MONEY FOR MEDCINE , BLOODTEST , FISTULA OPERATION , HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT , AND ETC . DOCTER HAS ADVISED TO KIDNEY TRANSPLATION DUE TO THAT MY HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT WILL BE STOPED SO THAT I WILL BE HEALTHY SO THAT ICAN HAVE ALMOST 100 % NORMAL LIFE SO THAT I CAN WORK AND I CAN EARN I CAN LOOK AFTER ME AND FAMILY AND MOST IMPORTENT DUITY IS TO DO IS I CAN PRAY JESUS FOR LONG TIME I DONT WANT TO MARRY I WANT TO SPEND WHOLE MY LIFE IN THE NAME OF JESUS , TO THE JESUS , FOR THE JESUS BUT ONLY THING IS WE DONT HAVE MONEY FOR KIDNEY TRANSPLATION AND TILL TRANSPLATION I HAVE TO TAKE WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IN THE NAME OF JESUS I AM BEGGING ALL THE JESUS BELIVERS , JESUS FALLOWERS , JESUS RESPECTORS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT I CAN CUM UP FROM THIS BIG PROBLEM i can leave indipendent life PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE & To over come from this big disease. BECAUSE operation cost AND MEDICATION is nearly 3.00.000 INDIAN RUPEE It is very difficult to arrange me please for the JESUS SAKE I am begging you & if the person or friend or any body or any charity OR ANY NGO S how can help me, you now please inform me on my E-MAIL -MAHESHSP30@GMAIL.COM My mobile no - 9964638566 my residence adress is MAHESH.S.P S\O S.Y.PANDURANGA RAO BANASHANKARI EXTSION BANAVARA ARASIKERE - 573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA ( COUNTRY ) TO SEND MONEY my bank details are SYNDICATE BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER - 14022200075587 ISFC CODE - SYNB0001402 BANAVARA BRANCH ARASIKERE -573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA COUNTRY THIS IS TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH PLEASE BELIVE IN ME OR JESUS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT ME AND JESUS WILL ALSO HAPPY IF JESUS IS HAPPY DEFNATLY HE WILL GIVE YOU GOOD HEALTH HAPPINESS , PROSPIRTY , MORE WEALTH , AND GLORY IN YOUR S LIFE AND YOURS FAMILY LIFE PLEASE DONT IGNORE THAT IT IS JOKE OR CHEETING BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IN MY CONDITION YOU WILL HAVE COME TO NOW THAT HOW TOUGH IS TO LIVE WITHOUT GOOD HEALTH AND WITHOUT HAVE ING MONEY TO LIVE IF YOU WONT SEND MONEY AFTER KNOWING THIS JESUS WILL DEFFANATLY FAILS YOUR KIDNEY , HEART FAIL , YOUR JOB WILL GO , YOUR FAMILY HAPPINESS WILL GO , YOUR BISSINESS WILL BE IN LOSS SO PLEASE TRUST ME AND SEND MONEY TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU TRUST ME JESUS WILL ALSO DEFFANATLY BILIVE YOU AND HE WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR LIFE AND WHAT YOU LIKE IN LIFE AND DIFFANATLY I WILL PRAY JESUS WHOLE MY LIFE FOR YOU PEOPLES TO GIVE GOOD HEALTH , MORE WEALTH , HAPPINESS , PROSPRITY AND GLORY IN LIFE AND SHOW MERCY AND FORGIVE ALL YOUR SIN THANKING YOU AND JESUS AND I DONT HAVE PAYPAL ACCOUNT PLEASE SORRY FOR THAT YOUR S RESPECTING MAHESH.S.P

RESPECTED READERS MY NAME IS MAHESH.S.P I AM 30 YEAR OLD GENTELMAN I AM LIVING IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND SPENDING MY WHOLE LIFE INCLUDING PAST LIFE , PRESENT LIFE ,FEATURE LIFE IN PRAYING JESUS . I WAS HAPPY WITH MY LIFE AND LIFESTYLE . BUT SUDDENLY UNFORTUNATLY DUE TO HYPERTENSION ( B.P ) MY BOTH KIDNEYS ARE FAILED MY DISEASE NAME IS CHRONIC KIDNEY DISEASE STAGE ; 5 SECONDARY TO REFLUX NEPHROPATHY HYPERTENSION ; GROSS VOLME OVERLOAD .PULMONARY EDEMA INITIATED ON HEMODIALYSIS DUE TO THIS A DROP OF URINE OUT PUT IS NOT COMMING FROM MY BODY DUE TO THIS MY BODY AND HEALTH CONDITION IS VERY BAD I CANNOT WORK , I CANNOT WALK , I CANNOT STAND FOR A HOUR OR SIT FOR A HOUR , AND I CANNOT SLEEP AT NIGHT TIME WELL AND DOCTER HAS ADVISED STRICTLY TO FALLOW FOOD DIET AND I SHOULD DRINK WATER LESS THAN HALF LITRE PER DAY SO IT IS VERY TOUGH TO LIVE . I AM TAKING WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT IN HOSPITAL THAT TO IN OUT STATION FROM 22-02-2009 AND ERALIER TO THAT FOR ONE YEAR I WAS IN MEDICAL TREATMENT AND MY FISTULA OPERATION WAS DONE ON THAT TIME , OUR S IS A MIDDLECLASS FAMILY I AM THE ONLY ONE SON FOR MY PARENTS SO WE HAVE SPEND LOT OF MONEY FOR MEDCINE , BLOODTEST , FISTULA OPERATION , HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT , AND ETC . DOCTER HAS ADVISED TO KIDNEY TRANSPLATION DUE TO THAT MY HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT WILL BE STOPED SO THAT I WILL BE HEALTHY SO THAT ICAN HAVE ALMOST 100 % NORMAL LIFE SO THAT I CAN WORK AND I CAN EARN I CAN LOOK AFTER ME AND FAMILY AND MOST IMPORTENT DUITY IS TO DO IS I CAN PRAY JESUS FOR LONG TIME I DONT WANT TO MARRY I WANT TO SPEND WHOLE MY LIFE IN THE NAME OF JESUS , TO THE JESUS , FOR THE JESUS BUT ONLY THING IS WE DONT HAVE MONEY FOR KIDNEY TRANSPLATION AND TILL TRANSPLATION I HAVE TO TAKE WEEKLY 3 TIMES HEMODIALYSIS TREATMENT SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IN THE NAME OF JESUS I AM BEGGING ALL THE JESUS BELIVERS , JESUS FALLOWERS , JESUS RESPECTORS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT I CAN CUM UP FROM THIS BIG PROBLEM i can leave indipendent life PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE SAVE MY LIFE & To over come from this big disease. BECAUSE operation cost AND MEDICATION is nearly 3.00.000 INDIAN RUPEE It is very difficult to arrange me please for the JESUS SAKE I am begging you & if the person or friend or any body or any charity OR ANY NGO S how can help me, you now please inform me on my E-MAIL -MAHESHSP30@GMAIL.COM My mobile no - 9964638566 my residence adress is MAHESH.S.P S\O S.Y.PANDURANGA RAO BANASHANKARI EXTSION BANAVARA ARASIKERE - 573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA ( COUNTRY ) TO SEND MONEY my bank details are SYNDICATE BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER - 14022200075587 ISFC CODE - SYNB0001402 BANAVARA BRANCH ARASIKERE -573103 TALUK HASSAN DISTRICT KARNATAKA STATE INDIA COUNTRY THIS IS TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH PLEASE BELIVE IN ME OR JESUS PLEASE DONATE AT LEAST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY ALL SO THAT ME AND JESUS WILL ALSO HAPPY IF JESUS IS HAPPY DEFNATLY HE WILL GIVE YOU GOOD HEALTH HAPPINESS , PROSPIRTY , MORE WEALTH , AND GLORY IN YOUR S LIFE AND YOURS FAMILY LIFE PLEASE DONT IGNORE THAT IT IS JOKE OR CHEETING BECAUSE IF YOU ARE IN MY CONDITION YOU WILL HAVE COME TO NOW THAT HOW TOUGH IS TO LIVE WITHOUT GOOD HEALTH AND WITHOUT HAVE ING MONEY TO LIVE IF YOU WONT SEND MONEY AFTER KNOWING THIS JESUS WILL DEFFANATLY FAILS YOUR KIDNEY , HEART FAIL , YOUR JOB WILL GO , YOUR FAMILY HAPPINESS WILL GO , YOUR BISSINESS WILL BE IN LOSS SO PLEASE TRUST ME AND SEND MONEY TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU TRUST ME JESUS WILL ALSO DEFFANATLY BILIVE YOU AND HE WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR LIFE AND WHAT YOU LIKE IN LIFE AND DIFFANATLY I WILL PRAY JESUS WHOLE MY LIFE FOR YOU PEOPLES TO GIVE GOOD HEALTH , MORE WEALTH , HAPPINESS , PROSPRITY AND GLORY IN LIFE AND SHOW MERCY AND FORGIVE ALL YOUR SIN THANKING YOU AND JESUS AND I DONT HAVE PAYPAL ACCOUNT PLEASE SORRY FOR THAT YOUR S RESPECTING MAHESH.S.P