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im a 31 year old male and have lost my job and cant afford anything at all..i need help to pay a $3300.00 loan that i took out when i was employed as a diesel mechanic...i lost my job after going to the doctors office sick as a dog and dissy as heck..i called in and took vacation but was told to take my tools and leave the premisis...i am begging you to help me out as i have no income at all and now am gonna be faceing criminal charges after this month...im a fire fighter and an ambulance driver for the local department..i get paid once a year for the fire dept. and once a month for the ambulance service and none of it is even close to what i can pay them and now they are refuseing payment and gonna persue criminal action if i cant pay them..bad part is that i have a kid on the way and wanna be there for him or her when the baby enters the world...so im begging you to help me out soon...all help will be greatfuly apreciated at this moment..you can email me @ farmboy201064@yahoo.com with the words help for you in the subject line so i dont deleate it as spam..thank you in advance for all your help

Dear all,
Thank you for showing your interest and reading my story.
The saying about foolish middle age women is not a myth. I’m one of them. My name is Pat.

To make a long story short; my partner I met when I was 41, succeeded in 2 years to gain total control over me, my life and everything I ever worked for. He did it so cleverly and smoothly that I didn’t even noticed when I had simply nothing, no one and nowhere to go.

When he had me in his hand, he turned from a gentle, clever, kind and loving man into a tyrant, abuser, dipsomaniac and sadist. When my paralysis and apathy got to big I obviously was no sport anymore. One day he took whatever suited him (mine, his or gained together) and left me with piles of unpaid bills, debts taken in my name I didn’t know of and far too high rent for one person to carry.

But I’m a fighter! I’m a survivor. I decided that I’m blessed to be alive and will honour it with doing my best or even more to straighten up my life.

I have been struggling night and day since he left and I have succeeded to secure my electricity, heating and water supply. At Christmas eve I was thanking in prayers that I could afford a little food. I welcomed New Year’s toasting with myself with a small soda (pure luxury…). I started to see the light in the tunnel, gaining back my self-esteem and seeing that everything will be solved.

Until this morning.

My landlord (a big company, impersonal and no one to talk to) have informed me that there is a 3 months’ rent debt he was obliged to pay but never did and also he took out a deposition of 3 months that entitles to live in the flat.

If I don’t pay it ASAP I’m out in the streets. And I will be. He has misused my credits so I’m marked in all the systems; no loans, no flats, no telephone, no credits, not even a Visa, nothing.

Please, help me. I have no one to turn to. No family and what friends would be left after all the dramas, his manipulations and deceits and my absence? I refuse to give up but honestly – I don’t know how long I will have the strength.

Anything will be of help. Anything since I have nothing. I beg you. And you know – see it as an investment; Can this be solved I can’t see anything that can’t, and then It will be my turn to pass the generosity and helpfulness to the next needing person. And I will! To do that though – I have to survive.

Thank you for reading my story. If you can’t help – do at least learn something from it. Don’t repeat my mistakes.
God bless you all!/Pat

To whom it may concern:

My name is Angela K. Baker. I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin and have been living with diagnosis of Systemic Lupus since I was fourteen years (I am now 34 DOB 06/16/1977). Although as a child, I knew there was something a little different about myself compared to my twin brother Johnathan. I could never run and play with the other children because my body just would not keep up with the other kids. It always felt like I had sandbags attached to me and I would pass out in the sunlight, I was always exhausted and my body cried out in pain. I just didn't know why. I can remember being like this all the way back to my kindergarten year. Not that my parents were bad people, it just seemed like they just didn't have anymore to give, there problems were so on the surface, (both of my parents are alcoholics, and my mother has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) since I was born and as for my father, he spent a large part of my life locked away in the Wisconsin jail system (due to his own alcohol induced indescretions.) At fourteen I got a full-time job to pay for my medical bills and a part-time job working at a nursing home to help my family. I have always been stuborn and a fighter, but at this point in my life the fight has just about been exstinguished out of me and I have to admit that I need some help. Over the last twenty years I have been under anasthetic approximately 125 times. I am missing more parts than I have. I feel like an experiment gone wrong or a human pin coushon. I hope that at least some of my surgical suffering at least helped the surgeons learn something from my body...You see I have lived longer than anyone that they know of with this kind of Lupus. It usually manifesters in the late 30's or 40's not in children. My most recent operation was on June 9th 2011, to fix holes in my intestines that were accidentley left after my colon was removed (my colon exploded after it had been recected four times) Right now I have an Illyectomy system that does not work correctly, it leaks blood, bile, puss, fecal liquid ect. and the plastic appliances do not work on me because my skin is so sensative from the Lupus. My medical exspenses are so astronomical even with Medicare and I struggle every month to pay my basic needs (rent, public service water copays ect) I was forced to retire at 23 my body deceided it just couldn't do it anymore, even though I worked very hard to put myself through college so that I could have a decent job that I enjoyed. Thank God that it does not take much to feed me, because the state of WI says that I do not qualify for food stamps or medical assistance, I make $4.oo a month too much. I am not asking for large donations, I know the ecomomy is bad and we are all struggling. What I am asking that when you balance your checking account that you round up to the nearest dollar and please donate the change. My goal is to collect enough money to see a special surgeon at Freodert Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He would like to see if he can help me have some kind of quality of life and end some of the suffering that I have been enduring for a long time . I would be happy if I even received a little relief. I don't remember what it is like to feel healthy, everyone in this life deserves at least a shot at it... If I am given the help that I need, I fully intend to open my home again as a safe house ( I am not able to do that now because of the leaking illeostmy ) and I would love to a foster mom to any child who needs a good loving and stable home. The way I am right now is horrible ( I have not left my home in over six months excluding doctor appointments) I do realize that some people use these sites for frivilous things and for scamming people. All that that I can do is to give my word that I promise to pay it forward. In my life I have been through an extraordinary amount of human suffering and it is a miracle that I am alive still to tell my story, and for that I am truly greatful and I am here still for a reason. It is not so bad to live without certain basic human needs, it's the having too that is very heartbreaking.

Sincerely,

Angela K. Baker

To whom it may concern:

My name is Angela K. Baker. I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin and have been living with diagnosis of Systemic Lupus since I was fourteen years (I am now 34 DOB 06/16/1977). Although as a child, I knew there was something a little different about myself compared to my twin brother Johnathan. I could never run and play with the other children because my body just would not keep up with the other kids. It always felt like I had sandbags attached to me and I would pass out in the sunlight, I was always exhausted and my body cried out in pain. I just didn't know why. I can remember being like this all the way back to my kindergarten year. Not that my parents were bad people, it just seemed like they just didn't have anymore to give, there problems were so on the surface, (both of my parents are alcoholics, and my mother has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) since I was born and as for my father, he spent a large part of my life locked away in the Wisconsin jail system (due to his own alcohol induced indescretions.) At fourteen I got a full-time job to pay for my medical bills and a part-time job working at a nursing home to help my family. I have always been stuborn and a fighter, but at this point in my life the fight has just about been exstinguished out of me and I have to admit that I need some help. Over the last twenty years I have been under anasthetic approximately 125 times. I am missing more parts than I have. I feel like an experiment gone wrong or a human pin coushon. I hope that at least some of my surgical suffering at least helped the surgeons learn something from my body...You see I have lived longer than anyone that they know of with this kind of Lupus. It usually manifesters in the late 30's or 40's not in children. My most recent operation was on June 9th 2011, to fix holes in my intestines that were accidentley left after my colon was removed (my colon exploded after it had been recected four times) Right now I have an Illyectomy system that does not work correctly, it leaks blood, bile, puss, fecal liquid ect. and the plastic appliances do not work on me because my skin is so sensative from the Lupus. My medical exspenses are so astronomical even with Medicare and I struggle every month to pay my basic needs (rent, public service water copays ect) I was forced to retire at 23 my body deceided it just couldn't do it anymore, even though I worked very hard to put myself through college so that I could have a decent job that I enjoyed. Thank God that it does not take much to feed me, because the state of WI says that I do not qualify for food stamps or medical assistance, I make $4.oo a month too much. I am not asking for large donations, I know the ecomomy is bad and we are all struggling. What I am asking that when you balance your checking account that you round up to the nearest dollar and please donate the change. My goal is to collect enough money to see a special surgeon at Freodert Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He would like to see if he can help me have some kind of quality of life and end some of the suffering that I have been enduring for a long time . I would be happy if I even received a little relief. I don't remember what it is like to feel healthy, everyone in this life deserves at least a shot at it... If I am given the help that I need, I fully intend to open my home again as a safe house ( I am not able to do that now because of the leaking illeostmy ) and I would love to a foster mom to any child who needs a good loving and stable home. The way I am right now is horrible ( I have not left my home in over six months excluding doctor appointments) I do realize that some people use these sites for frivilous things and for scamming people. All that that I can do is to give my word that I promise to pay it forward. In my life I have been through an extraordinary amount of human suffering and it is a miracle that I am alive still to tell my story, and for that I am truly greatful and I am here still for a reason. It is not so bad to live without certain basic human needs, it's the having too that is very heartbreaking.

Sincerely,

Angela K. Baker

I am a fighter. My story is a long one with many trials and tribulations; perhaps not much different or worse than others, I am not sure. My name is Elizabeth Newton and I live in Loveland, Colorado; the Sweetheart City and Gateway to the Rockies. I was raised by both parents in a middle class environment. I am the oldest of four, in which, three are brothers. I was a creative child who staged puppet shows and created clubs in our neighborhood. I am not sure if you remember the fuzzy sticky feet, but I made my own with left over pieces of carpet and sold them to my friends.
Moving on, I really struggled in school and got into a lot trouble. I was reckless, promiscuous, used drugs and alcohol and was dangerous. To keep it short, I dropped out in my junior year. When I reflect on those years, I remember some of what I did but mostly I forgot. I guess I felt as though I was being pulled by the strings of a puppet master whose name I now know is Bipolar.
When I turned 18 I shared an apartment with a friend. We both worked for the same nursing home and later for the Bureau of Reclamation. In was at the former job, I received my GED. I was still behaving recklessly resulting in a lot of missed work. But I was having fun being independent, partying all night but slowly losing control of my life.
I became pregnant by my boyfriend and we married several months later. My daughter is a grown woman. I then had another child four years later. Money was also a struggle. My husband wanted me to work but it did not make sense financially. I paid more for daycare then I was paid. When I found a position over the weekends, my husband refused to watch the children. That being said, I was still reckless – the mood would not go away – still a slave of the puppet master. Eventually the relationship became abusive and my husband left leaving $200 on the kitchen table. I did not have a car so I borrowed my father’s truck. I drove my father’s truck with my two small children in back to a safe house. However, it was not so safe. My husband who insulated homes, worked on the safe house. He found the truck and wrote things, I cannot mention here, on the outside of the truck. He coerced my grandmother to call me; and she did! Having to deal with these distractions kept me from focusing on me.
Good news! I was able to move into low income housing. It was a struggle to get my possessions; I took what I could. My father out of the blue wanted his truck back. My mother headed him off at the pass. I think I remember that my life settled down a bit. I enrolled in college. I loved college. In spite of this, I quit school to work from my mother at her computer store. Did I mention my parents were divorced? I am not sure it matters at this point. About six months later, the puppet master caught me and off I was again.
I had a boyfriend – I was 32 years old – and pregnant again…..This relationship was worse that the first. It included drinking, drugs, sexual and physical abuse – oh my, sigh. In the course of it all, I secured a position for one of the largest companies in Loveland. I was thrilled. I had actually come a long way. I divorced my second husband and found my own apartment.
Wow – raising three children on my own was not easy. We got by – I was able to provide what we needed. I forgot to mention I shared custody of my third child and had to pay child support. I never complained; I met my responsibility. I was performing very well at work and procured a position of a trainer. WeeHee – my new position allowed me to travel the globe. Can you imagine, me, the girl from Loveland, Colorado? During this time, I encountered a lot of problems with my ex-husband. Once, he called me at work and said he had a brain tumor. It was a joke; I did not find it funny.
I was promoted again returned to school and bought a house!!! I cannot think of the words to describe these accomplishments. I transformed from the woman driving my father’s truck to a home owner; kind of like the Home Sweet Home book. I was still partying, drinking, but not like before. The puppet master must have been on holiday. I met the man of my dreams and we married in 1998 (I think). We are still together.
The puppet master had those strings a rolling. I could and did accomplish anything. I could see what others could not. I finished school with ease and received my BA in Organization Development in 2005. What year did my story start? We bought a new home in a nice neighborhood. It is a modest home but fits us very well. I was still partying but it was not disrupting my work and home responsibilities.
CRASH! He let go – how could he let go? A woman pulled in front of us and totaled our car. I realize this does not sound traumatic, does it? I really do not know anymore. What I do know is this rocked my world. More than any other event did – and there were many. I could not recover. My performance fell down the well. I could not sleep. I drank a lot. I would even get up at night to drink because I could not sleep. The unthinkable happened. My strings let me down. I swallowed a bottle of pills. I was so afraid. I spent three days in the psychiatric hospital and two months in intensive outpatient therapy. During this time I was on short term disability. I am a fighter; I have never let my circumstances stop me. I returned to work for about two months. Nevertheless, the strings dropped again, were they ever pulled, I am not sure; I spent eight days in hospital. I was out of work again. This time when I returned to work there was no position waiting for me. I was laid off the summer of 2009. I lost it all in one short year.
Remember I am a fighter. I returned to school in July 2009 to obtain a masters degree and I graduated in early 2011. The problem? I obtained a degree and I could not use without further education. I still do not say this out loud. During this time, I landed a part time job as an instructor for students seeking their AAS Human Resources degree. I make a third of the salary I previously did. I have performed this job since April 2010. It is hard. I forget – my memory is not that good. What you have reading are the highlights of my life.
Adult children and BABIES!! Not one baby; two and a one year old. My daughter was in a bad situation in Arizona. She was pregnant with twins, had a one year old daughter, had no car and was being evicted. The dad? Let’s say there is a lot to be desired. She packed as much as she could and moved in with us. Would anyone turn a loved one away in this situation? I could not. I was still drinking. As I write this, I now realize drinking was the one constant in my life. Sad. Her pregnancy had it challenges, but I think this is common. The first snowstorm of the year, December 30th, if you can believe that for Colorado, the babies had enough; my daughter was in labor. We called 911 since the roads were bad. Several hours later we welcomed two healthy baby girls! They will be one year old soon.
New Chapter. How many do we get? My daughter and 18 year old son live with us in our modest home. We clash, how we could not. I have been telling my doctor that I am depressed, damn strings. I can’t sleep and my body hurts so badly; especially when I lay down. Oh, I forgot to mention, no drinking! I quit over a year ago. Regrettably the depression and pain are driving my every moment. I think the puppet master is on vacation. There is no hope. I have been out of work too long. We are waiting for the repo man to get our car. We are barely holding on to the house. How can everything crash so fast and so hard? I am a fighter remember. My mind is full of hopelessness. I have a note that says “Please just let me go”. I am a fighter remember. I call the crisis line. They tell me to call 911. I don’t. I go to bed. Maybe it will be better tomorrow. Not a chance. The same message is repeating over and over in my head; “please let me go”. I tell my family I am driving to the hospital. I do not want anyone to come with me. I go alone.
Hospital

To whom it may concern:

My name is Angela K. Baker. I live in Green Bay, Wisconsin and have been living with diagnosis of Systemic Lupus since I was fourteen years (I am now 34 DOB 06/16/1977). Although as a child, I knew there was something a little different about myself compared to my twin brother Johnathan. I could never run and play with the other children because my body just would not keep up with the other kids. It always felt like I had sandbags attached to me and I would pass out in the sunlight, I was always exhausted and my body cried out in pain. I just didn't know why. I can remember being like this all the way back to my kindergarten year. Not that my parents were bad people, it just seemed like they just didn't have anymore to give, there problems were so on the surface, (both of my parents are alcoholics, and my mother has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) since I was born and as for my father, he spent a large part of my life locked away in the Wisconsin jail system (due to his own alcohol induced indescretions.) At fourteen I got a full-time job to pay for my medical bills and a part-time job working at a nursing home to help my family. I have always been stuborn and a fighter, but at this point in my life the fight has just about been exstinguished out of me and I have to admit that I need some help. Over the last twenty years I have been under anasthetic approximately 125 times. I am missing more parts than I have. I feel like an experiment gone wrong or a human pin coushon. I hope that at least some of my surgical suffering at least helped the surgeons learn something from my body...You see I have lived longer than anyone that they know of with this kind of Lupus. It usually manifesters in the late 30's or 40's not in children. My most recent operation was on June 9th 2011, to fix holes in my intestines that were accidentley left after my colon was removed (my colon exploded after it had been recected four times) Right now I have an Illyectomy system that does not work correctly, it leaks blood, bile, puss, fecal liquid ect. and the plastic appliances do not work on me because my skin is so sensative from the Lupus. My medical exspenses are so astronomical even with Medicare and I struggle every month to pay my basic needs (rent, public service water copays ect) I was forced to retire at 23 my body deceided it just couldn't do it anymore, even though I worked very hard to put myself through college so that I could have a decent job that I enjoyed. Thank God that it does not take much to feed me, because the state of WI says that I do not qualify for food stamps or medical assistance, I make $4.oo a month too much. I am not asking for large donations, I know the ecomomy is bad and we are all struggling. What I am asking that when you balance your checking account that you round up to the nearest dollar and please donate the change. My goal is to collect enough money to see a special surgeon at Freodert Hospital in Milwaukee Wisconsin. He would like to see if he can help me have some kind of quality of life and end some of the suffering that I have been enduring for a long time . I would be happy if I even received a little relief. I don't remember what it is like to feel healthy, everyone in this life deserves at least a shot at it... If I am given the help that I need, I fully intend to open my home again as a safe house ( I am not able to do that now because of the leaking illeostmy ) and I would love to a foster mom to any child who needs a good loving and stable home. The way I am right now is horrible ( I have not left my home in over six months excluding doctor appointments) I do realize that some people use these sites for frivilous things and for scamming people. All that that I can do is to give my word that I promise to pay it forward. In my life I have been through an extraordinary amount of human suffering and it is a miracle that I am alive still to tell my story, and for that I am truly greatful and I am here still for a reason. It is not so bad to live without certain basic human needs, it's the having too that is very heartbreaking.

Sincerely,

Angela K. Baker

I am no a begger but I am a fighter and surviveor and I know what I must do to survive.So I am asking for some one to cut me a break after major brain surgery,it set me back just litl bit.lol.I have the need to as I always have to help not only myself n family but so many others in so many kinds of ways.But everything I do is always from my heart.I have so many ideas of products that everyone not only could but will use.I need money to get these prototypes made,and to get the word out about products. Therefore It will help me to help myself as per needing a car, money to help my family, and making my self the best I can be.I have su h a big heart a shame don't have as much money to do the good I want in this world. just want be happy and enjoy my life to its fullist. I don't have a PayPal dnt know what that is.but guess better get one.please do whatever you can to help, wow that was a tough pill to swallow asking for help.Hope it works.email me if you would like to help no questions ask.Jademosher14@Gmail.com

My beautiful baby girl (age 2.5 yrs old) has been thru more in her short life than most have ever been thru. She is so strong and a fighter, and honestly stronger than me. Her 4th major surgery is Sept 13th. Her last surgery did not work. She has 2 birth defects (lip pits and cleft palate) as well as 2 syndromes (Pierre Robin and Van Der Woude). It has completely altered her life as she has never been able to eat, speak, or breathe correctly as a baby and toddler SHOULD. I am barely making ends meet working what little I can around her special needs and I don't get child support or government assistance...but it's looking like I am going to have to look into it. Please help. I cannot possibly work anymore hours and I am about to have to take almost a month off for her surgery and recovery :( I have no family that can help me out and if I don't pay Sept's rent by the 15th, I will be up for eviction. My power is paid up til Oct thank goodness but my water bill will be due in 2 weeks. Please help :(

I need help to pay bills. I do not drink, smoke, or do drugs. I have just had some bad luck the last few years. Feb 1997 I suffered a back injury at work and my life spiraled out of control Any amount of money or financial assistance would be appreciated.I am struggling to survive.

The Short story; of how I got where I am today.
I was living fine, working two jobs full time construction work, and a paid on call Fire Fighter, I had a Great income. Life was good.
then in Feb 1997 I suffered a back injury at work and my life spiraled out of control. I was diagnosed with degenerative disk diseases. A condition were my disc between my vertebrae are Dissolving, so no cushion between my bones and they rub and pinch my nerves, causing me sever back pain.
Then came the Debit, The Repossessions, the Foreclosure, my wife left me taking my kids while I was still in the hospital, we Divorce, and then I was homeless all within 6 short months after my injury. My income would never be the same.
Since then I have struggled to get a job to support my garnishments and medical bills. The IRS take 75% after tax, and my Student loan demands 25%, of my income. well you can do the math. To make matters even worse, because the garnishment is not the full payment they damand, THE STATE Add interest charges so I will never get ahead.
things have gotten so bad that, I am essentially homeless. I am staying between friends houses only to sleep and take showers. i had to let my car insurance laps which worries me alot, and the most of my money goes to food, and gas to dirve to jobs/shelters or friends, it also seconds as my room for the night sometimes.I am taking whatever light work jobs that comes my way just to eat.

PLEASE I need help. im at the end of my rope.

ill take any job abvove $15 per hr to cover garnishments, or some donation, im not picky. I Do have skills just no job wanting a disable person to work for them.

Can anyone please help me.

I need help to pay bills. I do not drink, smoke, or do drugs. I have just had some bad luck the last few years. Feb 1997 I suffered a back injury at work and my life spiraled out of control Any amount of money or financial assistance would be appreciated.I am struggling to survive.

The Short story; of how I got where I am today.
I was living fine, working two jobs full time construction work, and a paid on call Fire Fighter, I had a Great income. Life was good.
then in Feb 1997 I suffered a back injury at work and my life spiraled out of control. I was diagnosed with degenerative disk diseases. A condition were my disc between my vertebrae are Dissolving, so no cushion between my bones and they rub and pinch my nerves, causing me sever back pain.
Then came the Debit, The Repossessions, the Foreclosure, my wife left me taking my kids while I was still in the hospital, we Divorce, and then I was homeless all within 6 short months after my injury. My income would never be the same.
Since then I have struggled to get a job to support my garnishments and medical bills. The IRS take 75% after tax, and my Student loan demands 25%, of my income. well you can do the math. To make matters even worse, because the garnishment is not the full payment they damand, THE STATE Add interest charges so I will never get ahead.
things have gotten so bad that, I am essentially homeless. I am staying between friends houses only to sleep and take showers. i had to let my car insurance laps which worries me alot, and the most of my money goes to food, and gas to dirve to jobs/shelters or friends, it also seconds as my room for the night sometimes.I am taking whatever light work jobs that comes my way just to eat.

PLEASE I need help. im at the end of my rope.

ill take any job abvove $15 per hr to cover garnishments, or some donation, im not picky. I Do have skills just no job wanting a disable person to work for them.

Can anyone please help me.

I have no shame in begging as I am desperate to get my family safe. We just moved cross-country before Christmas. Our family of 5 changed to a family of 4, as our oldest (my stepson) decided to stay w/ his mother. Our other teen son has made the move ok, as well as our 5 year old daughter. My husband has not worked in 4+ years...he is not able to sit or stand for any length of time as he has Scoliosis. I just got a job but have not gotten full time yet. We are broke. We have $42.00 to our names as I write this. I have never been so depressed in my life!!! We had to move because we lost our house. We moved in w/ my parents and while we are very grateful we even have a place to go, they are in severe financial straits too! The tension is horrible....they are very abusive and unhealthy, but we had no where else to go. We HAVE to get the kids away from this stress. please understand....we are good people who have gotten rotten luck every single time for the last few years. Anything would be appreciated. Would love an angel to help us! Would even sign a promissory note + pay interest for a large donation/loan. They have threatened to throw us out and I am terrified! I feel so ridiculous being almost 40 years old and in this situation. I am a fighter and will pray for generous, kind, pay-it-forward people to help me get my family safe. THANK YOU in advance...!!!

I dont know where to start my name is harry and i lived in florida form 1989 until 2005 i met my wife there and we have 4 kids 3 of them are till home 16,13,8 years old they were poiled for the longest time but after rebuilding from hurracanes three time we moved to missouri for 3 years and thats were the story starts to turn had to go from making 15 dollar an hour to makeing 7.50 an hour but i did it to keep the family going was a volentire fire fighter and a first responer and liked helping people but on 11-28-2006 i left for work and found a ice patch on the road that slid my truck into a ditch witch in turn broke my back and gave me a 8 day stay in the hospital and almost killed me but thank the lord im still here cant work but have got on ssi disablity after 2and half years and selling everything we had now we moved to michigan to be close to family and i bought a trailer on 10 acres for my family to run around on and have fun it was a land contract witch wa not to bad but when thing look good they can go bad fast no i found out that i can not get a loan to refinace it and will have to leave if i cant getit refinaned by september 2011 i have paid my mortage on time sence i bought it and now there is no way to get a bank to help or any other gov help out there so if anyone can help in any way i would be very greatful and want to ay thank you for you time

I dont know where to start my name is harry and i lived in florida form 1989 until 2005 i met my wife there and we have 4 kids 3 of them are till home 16,13,8 years old they were poiled for the longest time but after rebuilding from hurracanes three time we moved to missouri for 3 years and thats were the story starts to turn had to go from making 15 dollar an hour to makeing 7.50 an hour but i did it to keep the family going was a volentire fire fighter and a first responer and liked helping people but on 11-28-2006 i left for work and found a ice patch on the road that slid my truck into a ditch witch in turn broke my back and gave me a 8 day stay in the hospital and almost killed me but thank the lord im still here cant work but have got on ssi disablity after 2and half years and selling everything we had now we moved to michigan to be close to family and i bought a trailer on 10 acres for my family to run around on and have fun it was a land contract witch wa not to bad but when thing look good they can go bad fast no i found out that i can not get a loan to refinace it and will have to leave if i cant getit refinaned by september 2011 i have paid my mortage on time sence i bought it and now there is no way to get a bank to help or any other gov help out there so if anyone can help in any way i would be very greatful and want to ay thank you for you time