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As a family of six, It's my husband, myself, and our four kids. We are literally drowning from not having any money. My husband is the only one that works and he works Full-time. He is a hard worker and even works Overtime to have enough to support his family. I see the hurt in his eyes everytime he sees his family struggle and not have. Our kids are 8, 5, almost 3 and 4 months. We are in need of clothes for them, for its hard when we live pay check to pay check and never have anything extra. Please if you have a heart, help my family. Even if its one dollar, God will bless you. Thanks, Heather

my name is charity ivy and ive never done anything like this but basically i am 27 with two very active kids. one is 6 (my daughter) the other is 2 (my son). my husband left for germany to be to be stationed out there for 4 yrs and basically said he wasnt ready to be a father and he joined the army to see the world so take care n bu bye now.he does send help at the begining of the month but for some reason problems and trouble gravitate towards me. i end up having to pay people back that i borrowed money from or my parents need it to help them,which by the way i dont mind but i am 27 yrs old living at home with my parents.i recentl;y purchased a vehichle and its giving me more trouble than the help i thought it would give. i havent been able to register or get insurance on it because everytime i turn around i need to fix something on it. ive been pulled over numerous time and havent been able to pay the tickets so my fear of going to jail is very high and mainly because im all they have. my parents tho i know they mean well have become over controlling in every aspect of my life and make it impossible for me to take care of my kids the way i kno i can. basically i need help getting my car to run help with the tickets i have and help finding a home that will allow me to be the mom i wish to be. please can anyone help me

I am a young mother of the best little boy around. It's been a stressful time since the day I found out I was pregnant 6 years ago. It seems like everytime there is a little light, another emergency comes up and I'm right back at square 1. I have enrolled back in school for the fall semester. I will be going to become an elementary special education teacher. I want to show my son there can be a bright future for the two of us. The donations I am asking for would be used to purchase a car to get me to and from school, and for cildcare while I am furthering my education. Anything is immensely appreciated and will be going to help a young mother who truly wants a better life for her little family. I greatly believe in karma and shall continue to teach my son that when you do good things, you are open to recieve positivity.

Hi everyone. I am a 25 year old woman with two beautiful children. Their father has never asked to marry me after ten years. He works on the road and lives a double life, abusing me in front of our children everytime i catch him. Im not one to return evil or have intentions on hurting anyone back. I only wish to move closer to my job,to an unknown address to him. Iv had the same job for 4 years, but its paycheck to paycheck, so i depend on him to help. I Im driving an hour to and from work. I think to move closer would be a tremendous benefit. I have no funds saved to move. Im asking for any kind of help to move us away frmo here. Thanks so much/

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.

We are trying to sell our house. We live in a flood plain and have flooded twice. The market of course sucks. We owe about 94K on our houre, but currently have it listed at 91,500. If we get that amount we're still going to need about 9K at closing. Taxes are coming back and we only have about 4K. We seriously need to get out of this house. Please help! I'm tired of being scared everytime there is a big rain storm. I can't go through another flood. Anything would be greatly appreciated!

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

The front end of my car was damaged during some road work outside the parking lot to my apartment complex. A road crew worker waved me up onto a high and jagged unfinished roadway. It scraped my front fender and knocked it loose. An acquaintance was able to bolt it onto the frame. I'm constantly worried that it's going to come loose everytime I go over any kind of bump or brush a curb. I have no other means of transportation and am very stressed due to trying to find work and not being in very good health. Please do what you can to help alleviate this one worry so that I can have safe transportation for job hunting, driving to work (once I find a job), and getting to the laundromat and grocery store. If just 12 people can afford $100, that will get me to my goal. But any amount at all is fine, no matter how small or large. If more money is received than is needed for repairs, it will be used for gas, routine maintenance, and other transportation needs. My car should last several more years if I can get the body work done. Thank you for considering helping.

Hello Cyber Beg Friends and People and Who Helps the Needy.

My name is Rose, Short for Rosario. I am a fourth year High School Student here in the Philippines. I am currently Studying and same time Working as a Helper in my Aunts House. In order for me to go to School, I have to earn for it. My mother is in our home but she is sick and we are 9 siblings in the family. My father passed away when I was 12 years old. Since then everytime my mom go to work as she washes laundry by hands in any family who requested for her but also pay her 200 pesos every laundry a day. When I was 14 Mom developed a diabetes and high blood pressure. Now she is not able to work again. We are 9 siblings in the family, but most of them already have a family too and also don't have money to help each other and especially can't help my mom. Most of my brothers and Sisters are just High School Graduate. Me I have an ambition to step in college and if permitted, I want to finish college too. I am the 5th daughter of my mother and my little sister and 1 brother is still in elementary school. I am already 18 years old but still wanting to finish high school. My mother owes our school lots of money amount of $525.00 ... I converted it to dollars. I am studying in a semi private school where we pay 5,000 pesos every year. What I earn in my work, is what I used for my allowance in school and for any books needed, notebooks and school supplies and food at school I eat. Every exam I always do a promissory note to pay all of my debts before graduation, if not, I won't be able to graduate. Our principal understands me and always signed the promissory note for me to get or allowed to take the 1st to the 4th grading test. Now, my graduation is near, it's in april 28. I was hoping that if any of family didn't help me, some people here online will touched and will send help. I found this cyberbeg online as I was in desperate looking for help anywhere. I typed every word at yahoo search, words such as, help for needy, begging for help and etc.. and I ended up here. I didn't have the 15$ to sign up here, but I really made a way to have a 15$ opened at Paypal to pay here. My classmate Amor Helped me how to open paypal and she sent the $15 to my paypal.

Please Help me to pay my school Tuitions fees for the last 4 years I owe them. I want to graduate and go to college, that way I can help my mom to buy medicines. I know somebody is going the same thing as I am going right now. I believe that when you help others, someday when you need help too, you will be helped. I cannot repay back if you will help me, But I know God will pay you back.

Thank you.
Rose

Hello Cyber Beg Friends and People and Who Helps the Needy.

My name is Rose, Short for Rosario. I am a fourth year High School Student here in the Philippines. I am currently Studying and same time Working as a Helper in my Aunts House. In order for me to go to School, I have to earn for it. My mother is in our home but she is sick and we are 9 siblings in the family. My father passed away when I was 12 years old. Since then everytime my mom go to work as she washes laundry by hands in any family who requested for her but also pay her 200 pesos every laundry a day. When I was 14 Mom developed a diabetes and high blood pressure. Now she is not able to work again. We are 9 siblings in the family, but most of them already have a family too and also don't have money to help each other and especially can't help my mom. Most of my brothers and Sisters are just High School Graduate. Me I have an ambition to step in college and if permitted, I want to finish college too. I am the 5th daughter of my mother and my little sister and 1 brother is still in elementary school. I am already 18 years old but still wanting to finish high school. My mother owes our school lots of money amount of $525.00 ... I converted it to dollars. I am studying in a semi private school where we pay 5,000 pesos every year. What I earn in my work, is what I used for my allowance in school and for any books needed, notebooks and school supplies and food at school I eat. Every exam I always do a promissory note to pay all of my debts before graduation, if not, I won't be able to graduate. Our principal understands me and always signed the promissory note for me to get or allowed to take the 1st to the 4th grading test. Now, my graduation is near, it's in april 28. I was hoping that if any of family didn't help me, some people here online will touched and will send help. I found this cyberbeg online as I was in desperate looking for help anywhere. I typed every word at yahoo search, words such as, help for needy, begging for help and etc.. and I ended up here. I didn't have the 15$ to sign up here, but I really made a way to have a 15$ opened at Paypal to pay here. My classmate Amor Helped me how to open paypal and she sent the $15 to my paypal.

Please Help me to pay my school Tuitions fees for the last 4 years I owe them. I want to graduate and go to college, that way I can help my mom to buy medicines. I know somebody is going the same thing as I am going right now. I believe that when you help others, someday when you need help too, you will be helped. I cannot repay back if you will help me, But I know God will pay you back.

Thank you.
Rose