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Helo everybody
I am a teacher and school founder in Lombok island Indonesia, has formed my school since year of 1997. The school are Sr High School and Jr High School which for poor and orphan in around our environtment.
But today, nowaday we begin to find difficulty to have the money to operate the school as to pay the teachers, buy equipment and other school requirement. And by this post we hope you will help us to fix the problem we face and your money will use for :
Complement and improve equipment and system administration and school finance.
b. School socialization to the community of prospective students in order to improvepublic recognition of the existence of the school.
c. Provides a means of skills that fit the needs of particular needs of the practice,according to the demands of competency-based curriculum (Computer and Accounting)as well as supporting the practice of foreign languages, especially languages, Arabicand English.
d. Provide adequate means of learning local New Classrooms as much as 1 room.
e. Provide Fasilias Supporting Teaching and Learning Activities adequate, especially in the form of libraries and books as a source of knowledge for students.
a.
And many thank for your help

All the financial means that would've let my best friend/spirit sister be matron of honor at my wedding have fallen thru, in true Murphy's Law fashion. This is one of MANY snafus all draining joy from my wedding, the worst being my dad passing away. I'd forgo all the gifts on my registry if it meant my best friend could fly here for my wedding! (Please click the headline above for the full story. THANK YOU!)

Because I believe in the power of prayer & the kindness of my fellow man, I've decided to swallow my pride & ask for help. This is not an action I am at all familiar with but am grasping at every straw to attempt to keep a roof over my family's head. We live in a modest house that we've called home for the past 20+ years.

I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12…..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.

In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.

It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheath…….the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.

In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this information…..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place with deep despair…..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robbery…..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of property…..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.

I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day, As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.

I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to make me a loan & work out a payment arrangement, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD symptoms that continue to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!

Because I believe in the power of prayer & the kindness of my fellow man, I've decided to swallow my pride & ask for help. This is not an action I am at all familiar with but am grasping at every straw to attempt to keep a roof over my family's head. We live in a modest house that we've called home for the past 25 years.

I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12…..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.

In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.

It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheath…….the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.

In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in other life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this information…..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place accompanied by deep despair…..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robbery…..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of property…..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.

I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day. As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.

I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to believe in me & offer me a loan & payment arrangements, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD that continues to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!

I developed perhaps the ultimate in 'sustainability' based perma culture farming with almost no tilling required here in Oregon. I am not big on all the sustainability jargon but what I have done is created a kind of natural farm factory that I would like to see reproduced on a larger level. It produces high carbohydrate value food with almost no irregation although some was required to get it started and revolves around an ancient plant speices friend of man-kind the Chestnut Tree. Believe it or not chestnut trees can produce upto 2,000 lbs each of nuts a year if spaced at least 40 feet apart. There is a story and a book on how to do what has been discovered here on a small farm at a very much larger and perhaps international basis. The economy and use of the Chestnut is a bit of a harder sell than wheat , rice or corn. It is the lowest fat tree nut in existence. It is also glutten free. The farm still has nuts for sale from last year thanks to their being no organized major distribution network for our product like other basic crops and growing competition (all good for the long run) Money or new land to develop in the Pacfic Northwest is sought after. We have many nuts to plant and many seedlings ready to transplant and we have other types of plants that play a role in the development. Inexpensive cleared land that needs to be replanted in the Northwest is sought after for this purpose. Land that is inexpensive and not suitable for vinyards or other uses other than slow timber growth would be perfect but at an affordible price please if possible. The amazing thing about chestnut trees is their tap roots can allow them to self irregate in places where it seems there is no water to resourse at all at the surface. donations accepted as well as land donations/ participation. Chestnut trees also have value as wood and timber as a hard wood. In some areas once timber is cut down in the Northwest most of the value of the land is gone which would be a perfect time for us to go in and buy iti to reforest it with an eye to new permaculture farming. please help if you can.

This is why I'm posting here:

I am 25 and for my entire life, I have been fat. I don't mean this as in, a little on the chubby side; but obese. I can remember being in 5th grade, when our class had to get weighed and measured at the nurses office. The sinking feeling in my gut that came up when I weighed almost 200 lbs at the age of 10 is something that I don't think I will entirely forget.

Because of my horrible diet as a child (McDonalds, soda, you name it), I have spent my entire young life coping with being overweight and all of the horrible things that go with it: wondering if I'll fit in a seatbelt, wondering if I would break a friends bed or chair if I sat on it, or never being able to find a cute outfit to wear like all the other girls. When I was about 14, I was diagnosed with PCOS, which is cysts on my ovaries (contributing to my obesity, or as a result of, but they worked in tandem to make my life miserable). Without health insurance, I was never able to get this issue resolved, and with my poor diet, my weight increased. PCOS symptoms also include abnormal facial and body hair, which was (and to a degree still is) the bane of mine and any woman's existence. A woman should never have to feel so ashamed of her own body, and yet that is exactly how I've felt for as long as I've realized that I was different, and that looks mattered.

My highest weight as of 4 months ago topped out at 324 (thought I had reached 340 a year earlier but had lost some weight over a long period of time). Recently I began taking HCG (a hormone that helps regulate fertility and also helps with weight loss), and am amazed to report that for the first time in my adult life, I am 270 lbs. While this still is a lot, for me it is an incredible number to be at. Never in my life have I felt the fear of dying at 30 begin to be lifted, though I still have a long way to go.

So the point of my request: there are a lot of dreams I have that I feel like I am within reach of grasping. Some of them have already been fulfilled: I have been able to travel with my family, and this past year my parents helped me to finance a jeep. This is a huge one...I live on the west coast and have always wanted to live a surfer/beach lifestyle.

But how could a fat girl ever be a surfer? It's been my dream for the past 10 summers to learn to surf, with beaches only 15 minutes away. But every year, the fear stopped me, my weight stopped me, my inability stopped me.

I want this year to be the last year fear gets in the way.

With my weight going down, I've been trying to exercise. I've been attempting a modified version of P90X, and have been eating healthy and avoiding all the foods that got me where I am today. The problem is that financially, while I do work full time, I barely make enough to cover my bills (gas, car insurance, car payment, cell phone), and am not even able to help my hard working parents pay rent. So money for extras this summer is not really possible, but I CAN'T let another year go by without accomplishing this task.

I want to attend a surf camp this summer in San Diego, called Surf Divas. The problem? Surf lessons are expensive. I think to get me on the right path, I'd need at least 10 hours of lessons. At $82 an hour, thats $820.

The reason I want to fulfill this dream is to prove to myself and others that no matter where you've been, or how far your body is from being in shape, that the human body is remarkably capable of change. I would want to encourage anyone who doesn't think they are the right "type" to surf or do a sport that they can push their bodies to do things they never thought possible. And I sincerely believe that learning to surf will help me pursue my health and fitness goals long term, as well as truly set free the earth-and-sea-loving hippie that I keep snug and close to my soul. I live for summer and the ocean...and being able to ride a way would be life changing for me.

If anyone is able to donate or help support me in taking charge of my health and fitness...there would be no adequate way to thank you. I will send you a picture of me riding my very first wave as a token of gratitude, with a friendship bracelet made by me with a few shells from the beach strung on it. My way to say thank you for helping me to live a healthy life.

I'm a giver who rarely gets, but if you could change that, I would be most grateful.

<3

I am 38 yr old mother of 3 married for 17 yrs. Been with spouse 19 yrs total. Spouse is an alcoholic. I'm a disabled high school drop out with a GED. This past year spouse destroyed our marriage yet I'm stuck in this hell with no way out. I can't get disability or SSI. I have no income, savings or any way to support my kids. When I told spouse I wanted a divorce he was going to walk away & leave me with no way to pay the rent or utilities. Can't afford an attorney can't afford anything to be honest. I depend upon him for income. My list of health problems began at age 17 & have continued to compile since. Can not be treated for my medical conditions due to my hypersensitivity to prescription medications & allergies to opiates & codeine. My existence is utterly miserable!! I need a way out of this hell. Everyone deserves to be happy even me. I have to provide stability to my children so I live a lie day to day pretending to be his partner friend & lover. Honestly it is enough to make one have no desire to live. I am trapped in hell with 3 kids. I have been diagnosed with degenerative disc disease, fibromyalgia, restless leg syndrome, herniated T11-12, chronic tendinitis of the groin, eczema. I have very bad allergies with frequent allergic reactions to things in my environment and have no idea what they are. I will be allergy tested next week. The week after I start testing for lupus & kidney disease if nothing is found on scope test of my bladder. I stay sick get many things at one time & it takes me much longer to recover than normal people. There has to be a way out of this with some dignity. I was told by an SSI rep that I am one of those people that just falls through the cracks. There has to be hope for us down here for Christ sake there has to be

Just as the title says, I've lost everything. My job, my home, my vehicle, all I have left is a garbage bag full of clothes that get washed every two weeks.

Ive done everything in my power to keep myself fed, but it's not nearly enough. Companies will not hire me, as I'm young and inexperienced. My closest family members live 1200 miles away, and will barely acknowledge my existence. All I want is to get back on my feet and make something of myself, rather than sitting around feeling sorry for myself.

Thank you for your time-
Mikael

Please be careful loan seekers.I fell victim to an idiot scam loan lender that ripped me off over 3k.how foolish and stupid was I.well I'm so happy now that my financial mess has being brought to a halt.As far as I am concerned,be careful on who so ever you deal with online as a lender.they may be scams..If not For God that used the live of a good referral,by now I would have regretted my existence on this planet earth... if you are interested on how I finally became debt free,email me right away at ' kenshawwjeanne@gmail.com ' and your life would never remain the same again.

After losing most of my retirement in the 2000 market crash, my working career was cut short due to health problems in 2008. After exhsusting every other means of finding extra income, I was thankful to find this site. Without a doubt there are people who can relate to what loss of a job does to threaten your very existence. I am taking care of my 81 year old mother with dementia. We exist on food stamps and having enough to eat is a real concern. This year will be the most difficult and any emergency will cause a serious crisis. Thank you for your kindness.

i need 2000.00 u.s. dollars, to get me yet another month into the madness that has become my existence. money is gone. help through family has run out. social service agencies are helping as best they can. my disability is very complex and difficult. traumatic brain injuries are far more misunderstood and under-estimated than, multiple fractures,lacerations and nerve damage to the human body combined. i personally know this as fact. i lived through being hit head on by a tractor trailor. that was six long gruelling years ago. ive tried very very hard for as long as possible, to carry on with my life since. i have not much more stamina left. im tired. ive filed for disability. and of course. its going to be another battle to survive. i have no health care. no income. and certainly cannot afford to see the doctors that i need to further prove my case. ive seen their doctors, who did not dispute my conditions. yet lawyers cannot use their doctors against them. so im stuck trying to find a free clinical psychologist to help. i havent found one yet. and lutheran social services will not write a report to the social security administation for disability determination. i cant even get state medicaid without one. im doing everything im told to do. and its just taking to long. the things i need are not free at the walk in clinic. the person responsible for causing the mishap i was involved in, died and had no insurance. the small settlement i recieved came from workmans compensation. i was driving a company vehicle and on the clock. so at least my bills got paid. but they dont pay out large awards, and a good deal of what i did get was lost in 07 when the stock market tumbled badly and my managed investment account bellied up. im divorced,single, and 53 years old. i see no light at the end of this tunnel. i am, or was a good carpenter. the tools of my trade are in different pawn shops in this city. its been my poor mans bank, trying to get by and through this. they are all i have left of all the years ive worked. id love to get them back and not lose yet more of my livelyhood. 2000.00 dollars would bring my tools home, pay a couple utility bills and get me some food for my parrot[macaw] and some new socks and cleaning products. i really am broke. my kids help me as much as they can. thats very humiliating to me. i just want what ive paid into. its not my fault, or wish to get it this soon. theres so much more to this story. someone post back to me. i can show proof of everything ive stated. im not a scammer,derelict or otherwise dishonest. im begining to think ive been to damn honest. i need immediate help. i dont have a paypal account. yet my son does. god bless anyone who reads this, and at least thinks of learning more. i died and was revived, with not much chance of survival. but i made it. sometimes i wonder why.

I am a 52 year old male with a permanent shoulder disability. I take Vicodin 750ES for pain management as well as paroxetine for stress and depression on a daily basis. I have been fighting disability for 4-1/2 years now and will finally get in front of an administrative law judge very soon. I have been searching for employment during this time as well but with no luck. Walmart would not even hire me as a greeter due to my medication history. Before the injury I was one of this areas leading computer technicians. I still have the knowledge but not the physical ability to do this work. All of this may be too little too late. The bank wants to repossess my vehicle and the landlord wants to evict me. I have sold most all of my personal belongings and furniture to maintain an existence. Due to my ongoing struggle with Social Security the only public assistance I qualify for is food stamps. I need to raise $1000.00 as soon as possible to keep a roof over my head and transportation for medical reasons as well as preserve what little dignity I have left. I do not have a PayPal account but a friend of mine does and he is willing to accept donations for me. His name is Richard Allen. My mailing address is John Paris - 125 N. Randolph - Bradley,IL 60915. If anyone should feel a need to call me to verify my existance you may do so at 815-295-1317. Please ... any help is greatly appreciated. May God bless anyone who is willing to help others.

Good ideas are common, what's uncommon are the people who are willing to work hard enough to bring them about. Please help me raise £3000 to change my life. I exist in a Groundhog day only without the hilarity of the movie of the same name. I have an idea that I know will provide me the opportunity to not just exist, but to live.

Times are hard, friends are few and banks are banks. I ask you to help me escape the labyrinth of my existence and present me the opportunity to make a success of myself so that I can one day be in a position to show someone the same kindness you have shown me.

All donations will make a difference. Thank you for your time.

MY NAME IS MICHAEL AND I WAS TOLD BY GOD THAT MY PRAYERS WOULD BE ANSWERED IF I PRAY AND ASK FOR MY NEED TO BE FILLED. I AND MY FAMILY ARE POOR AND NEED TO STRUGGLE DAY BY DAY JUST TO ARRIVE AND SURVIVE. I AM THE MAN OF THE HOUSE LOOKED UP TO TO PRODUCE AT A TIME WHEN JOBS ARE SCARCE ,CHRISTMAS IS COMMING AND MY MIND IS TELLING ME TO DO WRONG TO OVERCOME THIS SUFFERING BUT GOD HAS INSTRUCTED ME TO DO BETTER BY MERELY ''ASKING" IN THIS CYBERWORLD FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS TO GIVE TO ME,MY FAMILY FUNDS TO MAKE OUR LIVELYHOOD BEARABLE AND CHRISTMAS ONE WITH GIFTS OTHER THAN OURSELVES BEING TOGETHER SUFFERING. I SURLY DO NOT HAVE IT IN MY HEART AS THE DEVIL WANTS SO WITH THIS I ASK,WITH A SINCERE HEART AND FAITH THAT YOU SEND FOR ME ,BEV,MARLIN,DARLENE,SHAWN,AND ERRICK ANY PART OF THE $10,000 WE ARE IN DIRE NEEDS OF TO RAISE OUR LIFE EXISTENCE FROM POOR TO BETTER.WE PRAY THAT OUR PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED AND WE ARE PROTECTED AS WELL AS SHOWERED WITH GOD'S LOVE. PLEASE HEAR MY PRAYERS AND SEND AND AND ALL CASH DONATIONS TO;1400 HARDESTY BLVD.#E ,SUMMIT,OHIO 44320-4038 U.S.A. email me at big_rob_for_life@yahoo.com