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Thank you for taking your time to read my letter.

I know this my sound weird to you or it may come across as a scam, I
wouldn't blame you for feeling like that after reading my letter
because if I was in your shoes, I would also feel the same.

I am in a desperate financial situation, January this year I lost my
job due to retrenchment . I have 2 unemployed sisters , we sharing 2
bedroom flat together with my single mother who is also unemployed.
Losing my job has made things very difficult in the family since I was
the only bread winner, I am unable to support them financially ,let
alone keeping up with my rent which I am also 2 months behind. Being
the only man in the house , I decided to take an initiative to seek
financial help from anybody who is willing to learn a helping hand.

I cannot give you an exact figure on how much I need since I don't
know how long it will take for me to get myself a new job so that I
can provide for my family.

In essence , what I am asking from you is to help me with my family
with money to pay for my rent for a few months in advance and buy
enough groceries to last us for some time.

If I am unable to raise the money , my family will continue sleeping
with empty stomachs and it may lead to us  being evicted from the flat
due to none rental payment and we will end up on the street.

I will really appreciate it if you can consider learning a helping
hand , I will also understand if you unable to help.


Thank you so much for taking your time to read my letter.

Regards,

My wife and I have 3 children with another on the way. A few years ago I was a successful insurance and annuity agent, but the downturns in the economy forced me to get out of that line of work. I am working 3 jobs, putting in as many hours as I can, but with some recent medical bills we have gotten behind. Currently, we are totally broke, and our cabinets are getting pretty empty. We are a month behind on water and electric bills, our phone bill, and our student loans, and it is another week before I can expect any paycheck so I can get to the grocery store and catch up on a few bills. We don't have health insurance, and my work doesn't offer any group plan, so we have had to go on Medicaid for the kids and my wife's pregnancy. We have always been hesitant to seek out government assistance, but last month we found ourselves with no food to eat and behind on all our bills. We applied for SNAP (food stamps), but were told that we make $150 per year too much because of all the jobs I am working. I'm exhausted, but I would work more if I had any hours left in the days to get extra work. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

I am selling everything I have, I moved to a different part of the country to find a job. But the wages haven't covered the bills and rent. I walk to work everyday, I try hard in my job, I am a nurse, and work with the elderly which is very rewarding. I cry myself to sleep every night hoping for a miracle. I need to cover $8,000. Please help me, I would get a second job but I am so tired and running on empty :(

Hello, I'm currently in a bad spot right now I lost my job all my savings everything including my home. I lived the las few months with no power,gas or water untill I got the notise ov eviction from my morgtage company. All I have left is my car with an empty tank of gas and my cat with an empty stomach. I have exactly 92 cents to my name. I can't even eat. I'm not asking that you donate a lot. I just need some help. Any donations would help. I would just like to eat today. Do you know what it is like to not eat or how it feals? Ill tell you its not a good fealing.

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

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

Hi there:

I now realized that my financial woes are much worse than before. Now my state forced us to now spend $282.00 in a now state mandated Medicaid spendown that will take a good chunk of our monthly checks that both my husband and I make together. Our combined total is $2,114.00. According to the state, they claimed "We make way beyond the limit". But one thing they don't understand that other expenses takes a good bite of our checks also. Rent is $1,200.00.00. Cell phones, $170.00. Cable/phone/internet, $190.00. Leaving me/us with little or noting to my/our names. What's worse is he is in a nursing home and it's stressfull enough for me already. Carfare is also expensive to see him every day and it all adds up. My family put more financial pressure to help them also and makes me feel small inside because of what I get each month. It's difficult to have substancial amount to for any entertainment purpose. I hate to go anywhere empty. My pets did not get any of their shots because our finances are high and we can't afford it. With all that I had mentioned above, I'm seriously and desperately need financial help at this time. Whatever I'm getting every will never get me by and I'm barely hanging on a string struggling to make ends meet and I get little or no financial help anywhere else, please. I can't live like this. I can't stand when other put any financial pressure on me. Medical bills are now harder to swallow and I can't hanldle it. The rent is donwright high still and I the rent is outrageously high. Please, I desperately need help right now. I have no one to turn to. Thank you so much. Thank you and God bless.

Hi. My Name is Robert. I am a 28 year old male who has recently moved to a new state in search of a better life. I have not had the best of luck with jobs. The job lined up for me fell through, and I began working temp jobs to make ends meet. I was staying with family and was out of work from Thanksgiving to New Years. I found a new job in mid January and then was asked to move out of my families house on February 1st. I am doing all that I can (working 70 hours a week) but unfortunately it isn't enough. I am late on rent and need $825 to cover March and April. I am also past due on car payments and approaching 60 days late. I am needing $550 for that. I have tried applying for loans and continue to be denied. I am also stuck in the payday loan cycle and am paying interest every two weeks to refinance. With just $3,000.00 total I will be able to get caught up and take the training courses I need for my job to increase my salary and be able to continue to pay bills in a timely manner.

I know there are others here who need help more than I, I just am at my wits end with phone calls and letters demanding payment. I have considered sleeping in my car just to make the payment. I do not have anyone in my family who can help and I am not an irresponsible kid living beyond my means. I am currently sleeping in an empty bedroom on an air mattress and going hungry 2-3 days a week just to pay what I can.

I humbly ask anyone out there who can help me please do. Once on my feet, I have every intention to give back to others. Anything helps. God Bless.

Please help! I basically can`t afford to live. I work 50 hours a week survive and can`t even seem to do that. I have a 2 year son which is in daycare that cost $170 a week.( Trust me when I say that the city I live in $170/week is cheap.) I`ve tried applying for government assistance but according to them I make too much money to qualify for any benefits. I just don`t understand! Because I work and don`t have 10 kids I can`t get any help? I`m struggling to put food on the table and keep the lights and water on every month. Every time I turn around it seems like another bill is past due and my bank account is empty. I would just like to catch a break :-(. I was hoping that I would catch everything up and put a little money away with my income tax return but guess what! Someone already filed under my name and ss#. Now I have to deal with identity theft and the irs! I won`t be getting any refund from the government anytime soon, if ever. My rent is coming up due again and my anxiety level has reached its max. I just need to catch a break.

I am a student and on the boarder line of being evicted. By now I would have gone for help else where and I have run on empty.
I've been looking for loans, jobs (I've gotten one but it doesn't start until May) but nothing that can help me now. What I am looking for is over 1000. I have missed two payments for February and March that is 780 a month. The loan I have for being a student has ran on empty because of tuition. This is my first time being in this situation and to be honest I'm scared. If I am able to get 800 or 900 would be great. I don't know how I will pay for April. I'm tired of people scamming me online for loans (thank God I haven't given those people any money). I do have other things I need help with (over due credit card payments, phone bills) but if someone out there can help me I would greatly thank you.

Please I need help to continue to stay in motel room in order not live on the streets. I have four kids and a fiance. I am living in a motel because I can't afford money for an apartment. My fiance sits at a gas station holding a sign with the kids saying we need help paying for motel. We have been doing this since August 2011. My fiance been looking for job since 2008 and has been coming up empty since then. This has been really hard for all of us. Please donate I really appreciate

Yes, I'm really 70, and I've had to self-fund my PhD program for the past five years from my small pension because no school or other source was willing to fund someone of my age. Now I'm ready to defend my thesis, but the piggy bank is truly empty, and I'll probably be unable to attend my graduation (in South Africa) this fall. If you believe in lifelong learning and would like to help me finish this project, then please donate whatever you can. Every penny helps!

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99%? What about the 49%?

I do not believe I have any dedicated followers to this blog that I started about a week ago. I have added to the end of my blogs a donate button and I feel I need to justify the decision to do so. That is what this blog is about, and it probably should have been my first post.

It seems like there are three groups of people in America.

There is the rich. They get tax breaks simply for being rich. The philosophy is that if they spend less on taxes then they will invest it into production and buying stuff and it will “trickle down.” I am all for it if it works. But it doesn’t. They have had their tax breaks for about ten years and there isn’t anything trickling down my way.

Then there is the very poor. They claim to be incapable of working 40 hours a week because of mental or physical issues. They don’t get up very early in the morning, they don’t worry about the way they look. They collect social security, food stamps, unemployment and whatever else they can get for free. I know there are some people that legitimately can not work but I think there are a great deal of people that can and choose not to.

Instead of the 99% movement lets start a 49% movement.1% is uber-wealthy. About 50% pay no taxes and/or are a drain on our society. So that leaves 49%. I am the 49 percent and that fucking sucks! We can’t get ahead and we can’t get a hand.

Let me tell you a little more about myself. I work 60+ hours as a salesperson, which is non-commission based position. There are some things we can sell and if we sell it at a certain margin we can get a “spiff.” Unfortunately I sell building materials and not a lot of people are building right now. Also the the things that you can get a spiff on are high-end items that are difficult to sell in a good economy. I still try like hell though. In the interest of getting as many hours as possible there is no job I will not do or that is too menial. I will sell, I will work out in the yard and drive a forklift, do deliveries, stack lumber, shovel snow, sweep, empty trash, stock shelves, answer the phone,work the register or anything else that will keep me from getting sent home or laid off.

I started this blog about a week ago. I was looking for another way to make money doing something I enjoyed in my “spare” time. As well as working 60 hours a week I am also a divorced dad that takes his kids every weekend. So there isn’t a whole lot of time for a second job. I looked into the Ebay thing and realized I really don’t have anything left to sell.

Also looked into doing surveys. On average you can get a dollar for each 45-60 minute survey you take. I still do this occasionally. If I have time and can find a few that I feel are worth my time. Any little amount helps.

I thought I might eventually be able to monetize this blog by putting up enough content to get advertisers interested. It will probably take several months and a lot of writing before this might be possible. Until then I will keep the donate button on here.

My point here is that I started looking for a way to get my head back above water a week ago and things have gotten far worse since then. I went to the grocery store yesterday and in my estimation prices have gone up close to 25% on most of the things I buy. In a week!

And the price of gas....

My job is about a 25 minute commute from where I live. There is no public transportation where I live and I do not think a 25 minute commute is unreasonable. But even with a car that gets 28 miles to the gallon and gas prices being what they are it is a huge strain on the wallet. They are talking about the price of gas going up twenty cents over one weekend! I topped off yesterday in the hopes of saving two bucks.


I don’t have the answers but it seems like this system of government and politics doesn’t work. We elect a Republican for 4-8 years and when they fail to fix everything we elect a Democrat. They don’t make our problems go away either and in another 4-8 years we try another Republican and so on. Its like having two cartons of milk in the refrigerator. You take a sip of one carton and its sour, you take a sip from the other carton and it is sour too. So you try the first carton again. What? It’s still sour? Weird. Maybe we should try the second carton again....

Come on people! Can’t we get together? We need to throw out the rotten fucking milk, get off our dead asses and get down to the store and buy some fresh fucking milk!

I was already falling behind. Then it only took one small medical emergency and one car repair to put me even further in the hole. Between money I had to put up for office visits, medical procedures that had to be done, car repairs, and lost time at work it cost me over a thousand dollars that I did not have to spend. Now I am possibly facing eviction.

And I know there are people out there that need the money far more than I do. I don’t have cancer, my kids do not need a life-saving medical procedure and I am not living on the streets yet. All I am asking is that if you understand where I am coming from and you like what I have to say help me out and donate a couple of bucks. I am not asking you to “give until it hurts,” and if you don’t have it to give then I don’t want it.

If you can’t help me out by donating money, then help me out by sounding off in the comments and telling me how I can make this blog better or what I should do different. I openly welcome harsh criticism and all opposing viewpoints.

I am not looking for millions of dollars, thousands of dollars or even hundreds of dollars. I would be very happy with tens of dollars. Ten bucks accumulated over a week from several people would be a huge shot in the arm right now. If I made an extra ten bucks from donations it would buy me enough gas to get back and forth to work for two days. Or it would cover the rising cost of my grocery bill. Right now that would be huge.

Give what you can. Every penny counts. Or offer your suggestions or both. Donate some obscure amount and put that same amount in the comments or send me an email telling me the obscure amount you donated and I will reply personally to those comments and emails. I will probably respond whether you donate or not.

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I thank you for any support you can

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

I know no one will read this cause no one cares who eve does have the money to help more and likely won't Cause as I sit here and read other posts i WISH I could help them but my wallet is empty as hell...I would like to have at least a couple hundred to help me but I really dont think no one will ever help me on here or anywhere else online I have never ever been able to get any help on the web so this is just a shot in the dark a voice unheard and I dont expect to get anything I NEED IT REALLY BAD I have a 4 mo old son ANd I really need money for basic necessities laundry milk gas thats it No local churches wanna help they turn us away and tell us to get a job I have applied everywhere i have been able to find have not gotten a call back from anyone ....I have given up on any kind of hope cuz the truth is most rich people dont know what its like to live like this or feel like this so they dont care they have the perfect life aand dont feel the pain of hunger or hoplessness so I will accept any cash sent thru western union cuz i dont have a steady address its motel to motel so if u wanna help ok if not thats fine too I dont believe this site helps anyway im trying my best I cant wait to get back on my feet I wish i had the money right now It would make everything so much better well bye and thanks if u read and care

I'm not going to go into a long sappy story. I've been unemployed since October, my rent is a couple months behind, my car is about to be reposessed, my gas may be shut off soon and my oil tank is almost empty. I'm just in a bad place right now untill my home business takes off or I find a good job that will justify paying for child care. I don't really know if this whole cyberbegging thing is right or not but I thought I would give it a try. If you are in a place where an extra 5 or 10 bucks won't break your budget maybe you could send me a little something so I can keep my car, apartment and hot water.
Or better yet buy something from me at http://www.etsy.com/shop/KandyArt
Thank You

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

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

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

I was on the internet trying to find a charity that would help us, when I came across Begslist. I have a difficult time asking for money, let alone "begging" for it. However, my husband and I are in a desperate situation.
A couple of months ago, we lost our baby son. We were 5 months pregnant. It was the most difficult thing my husband and I ever experienced. The pain hurt to our cores and stung like nothing we had ever experienced. I feel empty (literally and figuratively) and would love to hold our son. We are left with a sadness that we will carry with us the rest of our lives.
Now, as the medical bills have started to arrive, we are forced to relive our loss daily. As I open each envelope, my heart hurts and I long for our son.
On top of being left with such sadness, we have also been left with over $9,000 in medical bills and NO clue as to how we are going to be able to pay them.
That is what brings me to my search for charity and I pray that some kind soul (or souls) out there find this post. I do believe in miracles and know that God is SO faithful.
Any donation amount would greatly help. I would be more than happy to disclose medical bill amounts and names of debtors.
Thank you and God bless.

I do know this isn't conventional a normal post, however I ask you please to give me chance.

The economy sucks, don't we all agree?

Well it's hurt me badly as of recent months. However, I have finally some decent income coming next week. Utility companies do not want to listen to me when I tell them oh I have money coming next week, please, don't shut off my service. Since I am a small business owner I cannot get a payday loan or any type of assistance, I have tried. I have asked friends, neighbors and family to borrow the $ but even begging them has not got me a thin dime.

I need only five hundred dollars, yes, that's a rounded number for simplicity sake; I would love to get a gallon of milk, eggs and some protein in my refrigerator since I tired of looking at my pathetically empty refrigerator and freezer.

I can repay these funds within a week and am completely willing to pay a substancial amount of interest / fees for your trouble and willingness to help me. I do have some collateral , we could discuss. I need the $ before 5pm today, which is cutting it close, I know. Also I would prefer if someone could just Paypal the funds to me (since my gas tank is empty and the rather small time window).

Please help if you can, you will not be disappointed.

I know this isn't conventional a normal post, however I ask you please to give me chance.

The economy sucks, don't we all agree?

Well it's hurt me badly as of recent months. However, I have finally some decent income coming next week. Utility companies do not want to listen to me when I tell them oh I have money coming next week, please, don't shut off my service. Since I am a small business owner I cannot get a payday loan or any type of assistance, I have tried. I have asked friends, neighbors and family to borrow the $ but even begging them has not got me a thin dime.

I need only five hundred dollars, yes, that's a rounded number for simplicity sake; I would love to get a gallon of milk, eggs and some protein in my refrigerator since I tired of looking at my pathetically empty refrigerator and freezer.

I can repay these funds within a week and am completely willing to pay a substancial amount of interest / fees for your trouble and willingness to help me. I do have some collateral , we could discuss. I need the $ before 5pm today, which is cutting it close, I know. Also I would prefer if someone could just Paypal the funds to me (since my gas tank is empty and the rather small time window).

Please help if you can, you will not be disappointed.

Last month, I come home from a normal day at work, happy to see my two little boys (Josh 3 and Liam 4 months) and what I used to consider my better half. I walked in to find the house empty - no note, no indication of what had happened. I toyed around with calling the police, but it was clear this wasn't a missing persons case, or a robbery or anything else other than what it was. Everything was gone. Phone disconnected, bank accounts cleared out, credit cards closed. Suddenly it was me, the house and the car and nothing else. After a few days of searching, talking to family, friends and yes even filing a police report - not they cared much - I discovered I had been dumped for a guy my wife had been seeing for months. We has only just signed the lease less than a month before, and I thought we were really happy together. There were no signs - nothing that I saw at least. This really isn't the part that hurts, I can live with all this; it's her life and her decision. What really hurts is not seeing my boys.

During the first few days I didn't work, too busy trying to piece together what had gone on and why and how it had come to this right under my nose. The rent still needed to be paid, even though the house was unfurnished and too big for me alone. I was (and still am) locked into the lease! Problem number one.

Problem number two is rather more complex. Last Friday I received two letters. The first from a solicitor (our version of what you would call a lawyer) informing me of divorce proceedings and the second was sent a letter from the Child Support Agency informing me my wife is seeking child support payments from me. Now, I'm no deadbeat dad! I think all parents should pay for their children's needs but here I am - rent on a house I don't need, no furniture (some friends have lent me a TV and cooking utensils and a couch), no money to contest the proceedings and on top of that she wants me to pay child support while she's shacked up and living a 'normal' life with my boys, whom I haven't seen since.

I've seen a solicitor who advised me he wouldn't bill me for the first meeting - we talked about the situation, and what he could do from here... It requires more than I have, to achieve what I want and what I think is fair! All I want to do is split our assets 60/40 her favour (she has the kids). Get out of this lease that I'm legally locked into, and get shared custody of my beautiful little boys. Problem is she has the assets and without a court order to either return a portion to me or divest herself of some of the assets so I can be compensated, I can't pay a solicitor and barrister to get the money to do all this. Once it's all settled I'll happily pay my child support requirements, see my boys and leave her out of my life, seeing that's what she wants.

My solicitor has told me I could be up for as much as $10,000, but $6000 should be a good starting point. His firm wont proceed without knowing they'll be paid - fair enough, but what's a man to do in this situation?

I am literally begging for $6000. I haven't wanted for anything in my life - I've always worked and worked hard for what I had, but when it's all taken away from you, you realise how vulnerable we all are. I'm pledging that whatever I receive from this site that's not used in the case, I will pay forward, to another needy soul from this site. Please help... My heart and thanks, and that of my boys will go out to you.

Update: 6th Jan 2012. I've managed to get the proceedings heard at a later date, due to my personal situation. But nothing has changed. I still don't have the funds to fight this and to date not one response to my plea for help. I'm begging - literally for some assistance. I haven't seen my boys since December and I can't fight this without your help.

I am a 38 years old men from Hungary. I had been married for 10 years and I was absolutely satisfied with my life. I loved my wife very much. We had a child, a little sweet boy and we were living in a small apartment. I was never rich, but I was happy.

But in a "nice" spring day a got an unwanted phone call. A women - who has not revealed her name - told me that my wife had a lover and wanted to leave me. And - as it turned out - it was true. To the top of that it also turned out, that my wife was already pregnant from her lover. My whole world collapsed.

I loved my wife very much, I forgave her everything and asked her to remain with me. I promised her that I will accept her baby as my baby. After lengthy inner debate she decided to remain with me. A few months later her baby was born. I loved her little girl, because she was completely innocent. How could I hate her?

As time went by her baby got stronger. I hoped that things would get better. "Time heals all wounds" - as they say. But once, when I got home from work I found an absolutely empty apartment! She moved to her lover and she took my son with her! There was no word to describe my chagrin! I lost my wife, I lost my son, I lost my whole life just one day.

When I recovered myself I started to beg her to come back to me, because I was unable to process the events. A few months later my wife quarreled with her lover and to my greatest surprise she told me that she wanted to come back. I was very-very happy! I felt that I got back my life!

After she moved back with my son I started to look for a bigger apartment, because our old apartment became a bit small to our increased family. I found one which was large enough, but I had to ask for a huge loan from a bank to buy it. After we bought the new big apartment we all moved there and I thought that the dark period of my life was over. I thought that the moving and the nice new apartment will help my wife to distract her thoughts from her swirling and unstable feelings. This was a big mistake. One year later my wife left me again. She came together with her lover again and she moved to him. Fortunately she didn't take my son with her. This was the only consolation for me.

At last - three years ago - we got divorced. Since then my life is very hard. Due to all these events my financial situation is terrible. We are living from only one income. I am raising my son completely alone, no childcare, no family, no friends that can help me. It is not to easy for a men. I have to pay the high cost of the big flat and I have to pay an installment every month to the bank. I have a mortgage on my apartment. If I won't be able to pay the installment we will loose our home! My ex-wife doesn't even want to know about my awful situation although she was the one who caused the problems. I try to struggle out of this situation but I can't. I really work hard as a software developer but my salary in not enough for me to pay all our bills. I can't sell my apartment because of the economic crisis. Now my debt is much more higher than the value of my apartment.

I am not proud of my story. I admit that I was very-very naive. Maybe I should not have to stick to my wife for so long but I really very loved her. Now I am in a big trouble. If anyone could help me I would be grateful!

I had adopted 3 babies and they are over 4 yrs old now. Their parents were heartless and did not take good care of them.

Sent them to hospital and spent most of my savings on their bills.

They are in nussery school now.

Since last year, I did not have a steady income and it take a toll on my savings.

Now, I am totally broke and my bank account empty.

Please donate for I would like to continue to take care of the beautiful children and give them a better life and future.

The very thought of sending them away to a children's home break my heart as I love them so much for the past 4 yrs.

Any amount would be greatly appreciated and my enternal debt to your kind heart.