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I WILL do my best to keep this short. i am a single mom of a beautiful 1 year old baby boy...recently escaped from an abusive partner(my baby's father)...i am trying to get back on my feet and above all provide my son with a safe happy and healthy life... i want to watch him grow into an amazing man that i know he has the potential to become...as long as we are offered a reeeal chance at our opportunities......
~i am having trouble finding a a good reliable job...due to my extensive surgeries and health problems(ONE example: i have to have my entire mouth reconstructed and full implants and jaw surgery....which i just cannot afford,but is life threatening)
my son and i are staying at my parents house until i can figure out a better way for us...however my parents have alot of health issues going on to...and they dont have the financial means to allow us to continue living with them for long...i found a beautiful home for us and our 2 dogs(who are sadly not w us until we find a home...and are not in the best of care...but its all i hhave:()...yet i cannot afford any of this rightnow...i want to go back to school....and raise my son the best i can....i need to provide love ,safety ,and security...i am sooo scared and overwhelmed...... if you have the means a dollar donation toward helping my family in anyway, would be deeeply appreciated and never forgotten.

We are starting a fund to help Little Erin. She was diagnosed with Alobar Holoprosencephaly. It is a severe brain abnormality and studies have shown that only 3% of these little angels survive after birth. What happens is the brain doesn’t separate right and if Erin is one of the lucky ones that survives she would be severely handicapped and would need extensive medical care. If you can find it in your hearts to help this family in need it would be greatly appreciated and would not be forgotten. All donations go towards helping with medical expenses and if the unfortunate happens and she doesn’t survive donations will go towards helping the family with sending this Little Angel To Heaven. Thank you and God Bless.

We are starting a fund to help Little Erin. She was diagnosed with Alobar Holoprosencephaly. It is a severe brain abnormality and studies have shown that only 3% of these little angels survive after birth. What happens is the brain doesn’t separate right and if Erin is one of the lucky ones that survives she would be severely handicapped and would need extensive medical care. If you can find it in your hearts to help this family in need it would be greatly appreciated and would not be forgotten. All donations go towards helping with medical expenses and if the unfortunate happens and she doesn’t survive donations will go towards helping the family with sending this Little Angel To Heaven. Thank you and God Bless.

Hi,i have 2 young children to take care of daily one is 4 and the other 6.I am now 50 with no income due to no work and my age.We could use any extra money anyone could help us with, we are living on no income at all and could be on the streets soon, my children are very smart and we need some help to save our future.Any help would be never forgotten and a blessing for the children, thank you so much for looking.

Children Protective Services - the government agency paid to protect children from abusers - failed those children. Children were under the care of a state agency, but that didn't prevent their deaths.
Let's NOT allow these precious children's death to be in vain - in the news one day, forgotten the next .Learn more about them.....Please read their stories. suncanaa.com

I am unable to manage my site anymore [ due to lack of money]. It breaks my heart to do that,7 years of my work to be shut down with one click. But more important the memory about those children to be wipe of. I spend so much of my time and energy on this issue,trying to protect their memories and make awareness. Now I feel like I failed those children too.

I lost my job over a year ago,I am still trying to find a new job. I have not had any luck, now I touched the bottom. Keeping this website alive and update is almost full time job,I spend at least 4-5 hours online every night, researching and collecting information. I want to continue my work but how to continue in this situation?

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Hi there...
The whole idea of asking for money makes me sick to my stomach. I have never been a beggar or a person who wanted charity. But I honestly have no other choice anymore.
My story starts in 2009 with my ex girlfriend, whom would turn out to be the worst thing that ever happened to me. I'm not going to play the blame game, because I have forgiven her since. However I am left with the lasting damage of that relationship.
We had dated when we were young, she had cheated with a friend and I had left her, but i always loved her most of all and was eventually able to forgive her later. I was a fool for love. This is where the trouble starts, we had begun to talk again in early 2009, and soon a relationship developed between us once again. By this time she had a daughter who was 7 years old. I moved to another state to be with her and her daughter, after awhile I loved her daughter as my own child. I took her fishing with me every chance I had. I did not realize it before I had went down there, but her family was a real problem. They took to controlling every aspect of her life, even going as far as taking her mail out of her mail box and reading it. From the very start I has hated, I could not be controlled or told what to do, though they tried. Later in the year I was working and I thought things had improved, they grudgingly accepted me.

I am not a cruel or an evil person, I am always firm but loving when it comes to discipline. There had started to be problems at school and home, with tantrums, and destructive behavior. My ex and I talked about it and we tried everything, nothing seemed to work save simple old fashioned spanking. When she threw a tantrum one day and wrote that she hated us and left it on a note where we would surely find it, and broke her own window in her room. I knew something had to be done, this was totally unacceptable. So I spanked her, not hard or vicious like i got when i was a boy. But just my hand. I left a red mark, not welts or bruises a red mark. Of course being a little girl, she tended to talk and tell everyone EVERYTHING. She told her grandmother about it, and that was it for me, suddenly i was this horrible terrible person. My ex and I quarreled about it a great deal and I left for awhile just to get my head around things and see if it was worth saving.

I decided to leave, and I went home back to indiana where i was from, I left with a broken heart, but i knew the situation couldn't be fixed.
There were other things going on at the time I did not become aware of until later, one was that my ex was pregnant. She later admitted to me that she had been smoking while pregnant, drinking, taking more and more prescriptions, and when she finally told me about it she told me she was glad she had miscarried.
I have never forgotten that statment.
Now here is where the real trouble begins and why I am in such desperate need.
The child told her teacher, and child services became involved, as they always do and will for any reason.
Eventually it got turned over to the sheriff's office to see what they wanted to do with it. Now enters the grandparents into the equation.
The pushed it hard even against my ex's wishes, and managed to get them to file charges for child abuse and issue a warrant. A warrant I didnt even know i had until christmas time 2010. I was picked up and detained for extradition over it. The following monday I was released, I was informed that they didnt want to come get me. I called my ex, and she told me that she had told them to drop it, we talked and talked, she begged me to forgive her for all that happened, and eventually i did, for some reason I still felt like i couldnt live without her. So we continued to talk up until july of 2010. When something happened, grandmother got curious wondering what these numbers were on the cell phone bill. She confronted my ex and she told her that she had talked to me. Ever since that point I have this "open case" listed publically on my record. After about 10 interviews I discovered that was the reason I couldn't have a job. Who would want to hire a "child abuser" anyway? Here it is febuary its been about 8 months without work. I lost my place, and nearly everything i own, I even lost the will to live. I live with my parents now, and I know im a burden to them. I'm thinking about it everyday. It is tax refund time now, and I have half of what I need for my lawyer to try and fix this horrible mess. He is of the almost certain opinion this will be completely dropped, and I can have a job again, and recover somewhat of a life. If you can help please help, I am a desperate man, and I want my life back, I need it back, I cant take not being able to work, and being a burden to my parents who are dirt poor!

Well, first let me thank everybody who donates. Here is my story. I'm a 38 year old man with a 9 year old son. I live in a very small town with no jobs. Seems God has forgotten me, and life is beyond unfair. My turn for the worse came 10 years ago, when I lost my firstborn son in the delivery room. He lived 5 minutes, and was buried the next day. I called into work, for a few days to grieve, and they told me to take as much time as I need. Within 3 days, the boss calls and tells me I'm fired for missing 3 days of work. I thought life couldn't get any worse than that. I was wrong.

Right about 3 years ago, I had just got out of college and found a job. My life was good, and I had a nice vehicle. I was driving home about 1 a.m. on a 70 mile per hour interstate. I saw no lights, I saw nothing but open road. Then instantly, I hit something hard and had a airbag in my face. Long story short, a couple was arguing on the side of the road. They had no hazard lights on their car, and the car was dark maroon, very hard to see. The male was holding a gun to the female, and when he saw my vehicle coming, he pushed her into the interstate. I hit her, and she died instantly. He is charged with murder, but he took two lives that night.

My vehicle was totaled, because her body damaged my V6 engine beyond repair, and the value compared to the cost equaled out even with insurance. So I didn't get a new vehicle, the insurance company simply paid off my truck. The police held me while investigating for 2 days. So the local newspaper wrote up the article as if I was a 'killer who runs people over'. The investigation showed I did nothing wrong, and witnesses on the scene with the couple admitted that the girls boyfriend pushed her.

I went into work that Monday morning, and my boss tells me that they have to fire me because my accident gave the company a 'bad name'. It's been 3 years, and the economy and job market is worse than ever. I can't find a job, and don't have a vehicle to drive to look for a job.

I need any help with donations, so I can move to a bigger city, one with a transit/ bus/ train system that I can get my own self around the city and look for work. Needless to say Christmas is coming soon and I have no money to buy my son anything. I have nothing. I hardly have any hope left. It's probably needless to say, that I also have gum disease and need oral surgery. I have nothing, I live with family, and getting more depressed by the day. I hear people complaining about paying bills, well, I wish I had a job and bills to pay. Anyway, that's my story. Thanks in advance to anyone who donates anything. Any amount will help.

I am a single mother of 2. I have a 2 y/o and a 8 month old baby who spent the first 5 months of his life in the hospital with every dr telling me he would NEVER live!! I never gave up and he did come home but has severe disabilities. Doctors nor the state will sign off on me to work but 15 hours a week and no place will hire someone with that schedule. The baby needs round the clock care. I was able to enroll and was accepted into school and started 2 days ago to get my RN degree!! I am only allowed to go to school when the baby is at his special health care day care. Our income is based on his SSI, FS, and TANIF!! That is not enough to live off of!! I have tried MANY other sources but either they are fake or they cant help me because I do not have a job! WOW!! I lost my car because I could not afford to pay for it the baby was born with all these rules. I need help financialy and to get a car!! I know you dont know me but please if you can help in any way it would never be forgotten and would be very much appreciated and help me better my life for my children!!
Thank you for your time and consideration!!

I am tring to help my mother get back on our feet. We are both handicap and have helped others for years. Now everyone is back on thier feet and we are just forgotten. We have a $800 light bill we can not pay and the family we let stay with the promise of keeping things paid is long gone. My worst fear is coming true you see I am in an electric wheel chair without electric I can no longer be a person.

My mom has done wonders in my 30 years with the use of only one arm she cares for me looks out for me. We together have lived on a fixed income for many years. She took good care of the two of us for a long time with just $500 a month.


I guess others just don't understand what it means to be safe and comfortable thats all I want. we thought my cousin was paying the bill as part of his staing here. My mother almost had a stroke when we got our frist light bill after they left the state.

We have been to every outreach program and they are out of funds. We used our medical hold, but that is running out in a few weeks. Mom and I have enough to pay the rent, food, but thats it.

To get this light bill paid in full would put us back on our feet we can go on. We get enough to pay our regular bills each month, if we can get it back to regular. The money we have for our light bill they will just take and still turn us off. We have $150 on the frist and they want $400 just to keep the lights on.

I promise my word to god, if we can get back to normal I will go on this site the frist of every month and help others with as much as I can. It is so hard to be in such need and no one to turn to for help.

Anything you can do will help and I will somehow retun the favor

Thank You,
Christine

Hello Everyone:

I've been with my fiance for 10 years. We have two beautiful children and they are now at the age that they wonder why their parents are not married. We missed out on our opportunity to get married when I was pregnant with my first, due to the fact that I wanted to make sure our marriage would last a lifetime, and I do not believe in getting married simply because you're pregnant which too often ends in a very expensive divorce. We've been through amazing and rocky times and are now ready to commit to each other and to our family. We're not having a huge wedding...it should only cost about $5000.00 including dress for me, our two daughters and a small buffet party for our celebration. We are not going on a honeymoon because we believe that is simply not an important part of a wedding. Unfortunately, even that budget is very tough for us to afford, and we're now hoping that a few amazing people will help us obtain our simple dream. Anything you could donate would be so very appreciated and never forgotten. Our wedding will be November 12, 2011, if everything works out for us. I know it's not as urgent as those who do not have food or housing, and I don't want to take away from those people, as we always donate when asked for a donation, but something inside brought me to this site and I had to take the chance. Thank you again for your generosity.

Hello everyone,

I have finally decided what I would like to do with my life. I want to be an animal care worker. I would like to work in disaster relief for animals, namely oil spills, and help the poor animals affected by our mistakes. I would like to volunteer overseas and gain life, and practical job-related experience before going to college to become certified. I have found a program in South Africa that I would love to volunteer for, but do not have the funds to do so. If I spend the funds to have this experience, I will not have enough money to pay for school, let alone pay rent and eat. I am asking for help so that I can a.) help the animals, b.) gain experience in Africa that just simply isn't available here in Canada (i.e. working with big cats), and c.) gain some life experience and figure out who I am. Any donations will be greatly appreciated, and never be forgotten.

Hello Everyone. First let me say that I am not someone who sits home and does nothing. I do have a job and don't plan on relying on others for help for long. It seems like I can't get ahead and I don't want my children to suffer because I haven't been a good enough parent...If only I could have anticipated this... I'm just looking for the kindness of others to help get us through this particularly trying time. I want you to know that we are good people. We're Christian and relying on our faith as well. Please know, that anyone who donates will not be forgotten as I will acknowledge you personally and will pay you back when I can. Anything you can donate will be truly welcomed...whatever you can do.

13 family members have found this home a safe secure place for their loved ones while getting back on their feet.No-one has been forgotten or left behind. OHANNA

I have worked all my life, in 1999 I started my own in
home daycare and ran a successful business working with
low income families that needed good child care and I would waive their co-pay since in most cases would be their last penny. In 2003 we bought a home in which the double car garage was re-modeled and made into a daycare room. It was
also home to anyone that found themselves with out income or a place to live, no questions asked. Needless to say 3 of my 8 grandchildren were born here and we have had a total of 10 live here at one time. In 2005 everything hit
when my health took a turn for the worse. I had no income,
every one else pulled togeather and we made it through. I
owed IRS and fearfull of loosing our home I went to a local
tax accountant to help.Trusting this man with a re-fi he worked out for me we went from owing 119,000 at 5% interest to 177,000 at 12% paying interest only for 2 years at 1400.00 a month with Litton Loan .We ,determined to keep our home worked our butts off and made it until now. 7 mos
ago I asked Litton to modify my loan and sent them all forms they requested. When it came time for the modification I recieved a letter ,Litton sold my loan to Quantum Loan Servicing. I started the modification process again only to be told that Quantum does not do internal
modifications. I am now forced to file bankruptcy and have
until July to pay all money due in the sum of $17,187.02
by 7/11/2011 or my home will be sold at a public auction at the Mason County Courthouse here in Shelton, 1 mile from my home. I live here with my daughter ,her 4 kids, 5mos 4,5 & 13yr. Their daddy has been in prision cleaning up his past so he can come home to his family and start fresh. My daughter suffers with severe panic attacks and is in the process of recieving SSI,my 16yr. old grandson who has been on SSI since he was 11 and my 19 yr old grandaughter who is homeless.I have degenitive disk desease but am undergoing ipidural shots in my spine hoping to reduce the pain, with a brace I can function . I fear loosing our home and splitting up our family as WE are all WE have. What will happen to us.
I pray that there are enough understanding people that might
be able to lighten the burden and help me to continue to help those who need me, our home and to stay togeather.If
there is help out there and it happens to be more than we need I would like to donate to the struggling families that
need help.
GOD BLESS
All of us at the OHANNA home

I'm a 24 year old female currently living in a friend's dorm room. His lease ends in May, and that will be the day I become homeless. I've put in job applications everywhere and nobody's gotten back to me, and I still have a single bill that I've yet to pay off... the time is ticking, and I couldn't think of anything else to do.

I'm pretty sure nobody reads these things, but this is my last shot at doing something for myself and getting out of the rut that will inevitably leave me homeless in one month. Here's a story that shows just how terrible gaming addictions can become and how much harder it is to dig yourself out of a hole that only deepens by the day with no hope of escape.

In 2007, I began playing World of Warcraft on my crappy laptop (which at the time had been a great piece of machinery). It started out innocently enough. I had real life friends who played the game and I'd wanted to know what it was all about so I bought and installed it. I was instantly hooked in the world, and made some friends that I talk with even to this day. I went through several guilds before I finally found the one I thought I would enjoy. I began spending endless amounts of time in the game, engrossing myself in it. I quit all of my outside activities and all of my hobbies revolved around getting in the game and playing it until the wee hours of the morning. I would come to work sleepy and dislike everyone around me. After the first two years I fell into an odd depression that could only be quelled by, what I thought, was WoW. By the time 2010 rolled around I had been living in four different places IRL, bumming from one place to the other in order to have more game time. I hadn't had a job, I hadn't even looked for one.

Eventually, in September of 2010, I'd had enough. While I want to blame the game for everything wrong I've done in my life, I can only blame myself for letting it get so bad. I could have shut it off at any time, but I didn't. I could have listened to everyone who told me what I was turning into, but I hadn't. My parents had driven from Illinois to Cleveland, Ohio to bring me back home. It was the opening for a new beginning that I thought would get me back on the path of redemption... but it was only the start of a larger nightmare. Between an internet addiction and an unquenchable withdraw from a lack of a game I could no longer play for fear of losing the roof over my head, I managed to find a job at a local gas station.. but that wasn't enough for my parents. They held my misgivings over my head constantly and for every one thing I did right, twenty things were wrong. After I forgot to do the dishes for the fourth time that month, my internet connection had been taken away.

Instead of taking this as a queue to get away and start my life anew, I fell deeper into depression. Withdraw took over and I used the library computers for an hour or two a day before I went to work to keep in touch with the friends I'd been cut off from. Eventually I'd put enough money together to get my own internet connection and had told my father that the Comcast guys were going to come over to install it. He'd been fine with it though knew my mother would throw a fit. A week later, the internet guys installed my box and left. The internet worked for an hour then shot out. When I told my father that the guys had to come back to re-install whatever they had forgotten to do, he'd thrown a fit about people "drilling holes in his wall, and walking into HIS home", and refused to acknowledge that I'd ever had the conversation with him in the first place. This sent me into a panic attack that ended in a night of hospitalization.

While I was in the hospital I had told the doctor while in tears that I didn't wish to see my parents while I was being treated because they were the reason I was in the situation I was in. While they had not physically harmed me, I was in no mental state to deal with their accusations anymore (which my father had yelled and argued with me the entire way to the hospital already). When they'd finally discharged me, I had found out that I had been abandoned at the hospital with no way home; I'd called a good friend to take me home.

The next day, I was told via text that I was no longer welcome in my parents' home.

While trying with everything I could not to lose my mind for a second time, I made as many phone calls as I could. Nobody could help me. Finally, my sister had offered me a place to stay in her friends' dorm room for a day or two just to make sure that I wasn't left on the street. As if by an act of God, an old friend from high school came into my life and offered me a place at his dorm room until I was able to get back on my feet. I now live two hours away from where "home" used to be, and am typing from my computer here. I had to leave the only stable job I'd had in 2 years to come here and getting back on my feet is proving harder than I could've ever imagined. I've had job interviews with no luck and I don't have enough money to put a down payment on an apartment in the area. If I don't find a solution by May 1st, I -will- be homeless.

I wish I could blame everything I've done on my gaming, and the internet, but as said before, it was my own stupidity that has landed me in this situation. Mental addictions are harder to break than physical ones and even now, 6 months after quitting World of Warcraft, every part of me still wants to go back to it, to get back the comfort of living in another world that it used to give me. The only thing that seems to break the feeling and keep it down is a cigarette; cheapest pack available, mind you. The point I'm trying to make is that gaming addictions can be dangerous, all consuming, and deadly. Someday I may write a paper on all the effects of letting yourself succumb to the beautiful world of anonymity and pixels... but here isn't the place to do that.

This is my last ditch effort to get out of the hole I've dug myself into. Today I offer you my heart and soul, and everything I have left that (Thank God) hasn't disintegrated along with everything else I used to be good at.

Thanks for reading. Hope you guys have a fantastic rest of your week.

I'm a 38 year old man who at one time had a home, good paying job & a future. Now I have lost everything, home job & any income at all. I live with my aunt and help her out by because she is 77 years old, & lives in a very small home which burns wood for heat. I live in the state of Maine which has more tourism than jobs, & the tourism only lasts through the summer months. I would like enough money to purchase equipment for a buisness. Landscaping & lawncare are big in my area which is on the coast. I have a small family, & all are in need. I have 7 years experience in this line of work & have the knowledge, but not the euqipment. This would not only get myself back to work, but also give work to others in my family as well as employ others in my area. The location is right, I just need the capital to get the equipment. I'm not affraid of hard work, but I'm one of those people that the government doesn't focus on. They take money from people like me, and give it to special interests & wall street. Mr President! Where can the average person get the help the banks, Wall St. & Auto industry is getting? Isn't it about time to remember that thier are STILL people in the United States that are way below middle class, we never hear anything about US! Please! If your tired of only seeing the people causing the problem getting the help, then help me create a thrieving buisness & live like im middle class, not the forgotten class. I can provide photos if thier is any question at all about my financial state. I want to control my own lfe without having to worry if my employer will still be around. Every place of buisness with one exception has closed & never re-opened. That would be 5 out of the 6 past employers, and im not alone in that requard in my state. Please help me employ myself, I know what equipment to purchase to be competetive in my area. I just need the change, applying for grants got me no where.

Hello, kind-hearted souls, good Samaritans, and good Christians: One weak, sick, handicapped, wheelchair bound, terribly poor, all-but-forgotten, old man desperately needs your lifesaving help in these brutally hard economic times. A few pennies, lose change, a few dollars, anything the you could possibly spare, would be greatly appreciated. Please, send what you can. May the Good Lord Jesus Bless You and Yours. Again, thank you kindly.

don't care about being unemployed for almost 2 years now, don't care about selling off everything i own
don't care about not having anything

just can't take one more day so isolated, forgotten and alone

if anyone can meet me for coffee on xmas day or eve, must be something open on the ESVA in Onancock area. just need to see another human being, just need to connect with another human being, just can't stand one more minute in this abyss of depression, despair and hopelessness. i am an older woman, in my 60's have no family, well educated, just have no family, won't want anything at all from anyone out there but an hour of your companionship. I'm not a drinker nor into drugs nor asking for anyone to help me find a job, there are no jobs here and that's my tough luck for moving here this year, I'm not going to whine, I just miss being with people. Prefer to meet with a fellow older woman please, and again I am not looking for hand outs or food or anything but just a bit of your time. thank you for considering this.

Hello, my name is Robert and I'm a 26 year old that is unemployed and out of school currently residing in a country that with each passing day, I desire to no longer be a part of. I'm stuck in a dead end town in the state of Georgia a couple of hours away from Atlanta, but have no desire to be where I am now since I was born in New Jersey, never lived in the south other than Texas for 4 years, and feel trapped as a result since the only opportunity for me to actually leave this town and the country is to join the American armed forces.

Don't get me wrong, my father served in the military for 30 years, and I respect him for his dedication to his country and his family, but I don't feel the same way he does for the USA, I don't feel like an American, I don't like the country I was born in, I don't like the greediness that permeates the people in this country, I don't like the litigious nature of this country, I don't like the direction this country is moving in with each passing day. I feel like a prisoner in a country that isn't my home, but I don't have the financial resources to escape my misery of being here.

Why do I want to move to Germany? I've lived in Germany for 4 years when my father was stationed there, I have somewhat a clue on how to live there, in better days I was fortunate to be able to learn how to drive by attending driving school in Germany. I first acquired my driver's license in Germany before ever being legally able to drive in my "home" country, and even though I've only lived there a short time, I felt more welcomed and more like a member of the world community in Germany than I do in the USA. The only other country I've lived in other than Germany and the USA is South Korea, I am half Korean but the one place on Earth that I felt more connected to, is Germany.

I don't know much German, I've forgotten a lot of it being stuck back in the states for the past 7 years now, and with each passing day now I feel that I'll never be able to leave the country. I have some decent skills however, I've been interested in architecture my whole life, I started drawing houses for fun on 3D Home Architect when I was 9, and after I moved back to the states from Germany I was involved in a wreck the first month I was back. The very first month I'm legally able to drive in the USA, and a driver runs a red light and T-bones me. I used the check from his insurance to purchase a $1600 copy of ChiefArchitect 9.5, and for a short time I was happy earning money from the local home builders designing houses, then we all know what happened to the housing market in the USA... and I've been unemployed ever since.

I also have excellent driving skills, and if I could, I'd obtain every class of driver's licenses in Germany to become a driving instructor for a driving school. I have no debt, no student loans to pay for whatsoever, but no money to move back to Germany for good.

I'm a tired,sick,old man who barely has enough to eat at any given time. I'm wheel-chair bound and live alone. I don't have anybody helping me out so I basically have to fend for myself. Times are hard. I'm reminded of this every day. If any one could send whatever thet could spare, I would be mighty grateful. It's tough being old when you don't have anybody and you feel forgotten and discarded like so much garbage. I pray to the Good Lord for strength and guidance. Thank you for letting an old man express himself the best way he knows how. May Jesus Bless You with His Love. Once again, thanks for listening.

I'm a sick,tired,old man who barely has enough to eat at any given time. I'm wheel-chair bound and live alone.I don't have anybody helping out so I basically have to fend for myself. Times are hard.I'm reminded of this every day.If any one could send whatever thet could spare, I would mighty grateful.It's tough being old when you don't have anybody and you feel forgotten and discarded like so much garbage.I pray to thd Good Lord for strength and guidance.Thank you for letting an old man express himself the best way he knows how.May Jesus Bless you with His Love.Once again thanks for listening.

I am a Managing Director for a Software firm in Bangalore(India),

My dream in life is to help the poor and the needy, i have been doing this through out my life, but would like to do more, like constructing one massive city with all facilities for the old aged people and the Orphans i like to get help from all of you out there,

"Daily we read and hears so many heart-rending cases of murders of senior citizens, children sending their parents to old age homes, children misbehaving or ill-treating parents and throwing them out of their houses. Their progeny seem ashamed of their parents nowadays.

What is this happening? What is the fault of the parents? Is this their fault that they have become older now, or their fault is that they have wasted their entire life for their children by meeting their needs and expectations, giving their children everything they have ever wanted, from sending them to schools to helping them in being self-dependent? Or the fault of parents is that they have loved their children so much? And so good is the result, that senior citizens are getting out of it. Instead of receiving love of their children, daughter-in-law and grand-children, they are getting humiliation, negligence and disrespect. This is seriously very saddening and disappointing.

Did parents ever teach their children to forget their moral values, respect and love for them, when they become old? No, they have never taught this. Parents can never even expect this from their children. The feeling of being ignored by your loved ones kills from inside.

Recently, I came across an old lady, who lives in our neighborhood. The kind of life she is leading is inhuman. She is living just because she is not strong enough to commit suicide. She is living with the hope that one day she will get back the love she has been showering on her children till now. I was in tears, when I heard her story. She was crying and telling me what has happened with her. Her husband had left her; she was living with her only son. She gave everything she had to her son; property, house and ornaments to her daughter in law, hoping and believing that her children will take care of her in future.

But now she is in a state, which is really very disgusting and pathetic. She did not even got proper three meals a day, no good clothes to wear, and what she gets is humiliation and ignorance. After every two days, her daughter-in-law fights with her because that poor old lady never cleans the floor neatly or washes the clothes. She also sometimes get beaten up by her only son. Now her children are planning to send her to an old age home, where she’ll be all alone.

This is the condition of senior citizens now days. Children have forgotten their moral values, culture and even love for their parents. They have become so busy in their lives that they do not have time to take care of their parents.

People, who do these things with their parents, are building up their future also. Children learn from parents and in future they will surely be facing same circumstances as of what they are doing to their parents. Because, whatever you do comes back to you one day............

so My friends lets Join hands together and help"

ý1 US$ = 47 Indian Rupees, can buy 2 kilo of rice and can fill 5 peoples one time meal, so wen you spend a dollar lavishly, think there are people who even cannot afford for a meal.............. if you feel you can help?........ plz donate by clicking the link below or copy paste the link in a new browser
https://www.paypal.com/in/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&SESS...ION=k_gZwkP8K9At_fcW3Ouhlwji_4pkqqCU1C626IxyLBPZf_s2sdMkct8oRaO&dispatch=50a222a57771920b6a3d7b606239e4d529b525e0b7e69bf0224adecfb0124e9b61f737ba21b08198aa166382b1a4fa18dd0806b806506d52

I have always wanted to give money away. Whenever I have dreamed of winning on the football pools or lottery, one of the things I've always wanted to do with my winnings is to be able to hand out cash to total strangers who looked like they genuinely need it. Not huge amounts, but lots of small amounts, to individuals that I spot day by day. Not to apparent wastrels. Just enough to make someone's day. And to do so without waiting around to be thanked. I would
hand the money over in a sealed envelope with an anonymous note inside, explaining that there's no catch, that it's money I've obtained honestly and which is surplus to my needs, and that it's now theirs to spend on whatever. It wouldn't be accompanied by any promotional material or pious text. I would like to be able to do that almost every day. Anonymously and unobtrusively.

I know what it feels like to be poor. I was 6, with 3 younger sisters, when our Dad died in a car crash. My mother worked her socks off to keep hold of our modest home, and to feed and clothe us. We never had luxuries such as holidays or smart toys or a car. Occasionally individuals would help us - by gifting firewood or a bucket of coal, or vegetables from their garden. I've never forgotten their generosity. They were mostly people
who didn't have much themselves.

I am now into my sixties. I get by. But I don't have money to spare beyond paying the basic household bills. Give me some money, if you can spare it - and I will share it. Some of it I will keep for myself, but most of it I will take great pleasure in handing out. The more I get, the more I
will give - and the greater the pleasure I will get from doing so (I know that because I have done it before, at times when I was slightly better off than now).

I have always wanted to give money away. Whenever I have dreamed of winning on the football pools or lottery, one of the things I've always wanted to do with my winnings is to be able to hand out cash to total strangers who looked like they genuinely need it. Not huge amounts, but lots of small amounts, to individuals that I spot day by day. Not to apparent wastrels. Just enough to make someone's day. And to do so without waiting around to be thanked. I would
hand the money over in a sealed envelope with an anonymous note inside, explaining that there's no catch, that it's money I've obtained honestly and which is surplus to my needs, and that it's now theirs to spend on whatever. It wouldn't be accompanied by any promotional material or pious text. I would like to be able to do that almost every day. Anonymously and unobtrusively.

I know what it feels like to be poor. I was 6, with 3 younger sisters, when our Dad died in a car crash. My mother worked her socks off to keep hold of our modest home, and to feed and clothe us. We never had luxuries such as holidays or smart toys or a car. Occasionally individuals would help us - by gifting firewood or a bucket of coal, or vegetables from their garden. I've never forgotten their generosity. They were mostly people
who didn't have much themselves.

I am now into my sixties. I get by. But I don't have money to spare beyond paying the basic household bills. Give me some money, if you can spare it - and I will share it. Some of it I will keep for myself, but most of it I will take great pleasure in handing out. The more I get, the more I
will give - and the greater the pleasure I will get from doing so (I know that because I have done it before, at times when I was slightly better off than now).

I have always wanted to give money away. Whenever I have dreamed of winning on the football pools or lottery, one of the things I've always wanted to do with my winnings is to be able to hand out cash to total strangers who looked like they need it. Not huge amounts, but lots of small amounts, to individuals that I spot day by day. Not to apparent wastrels. Just enough to make someone's day. And to do so without waiting around to be thanked. I would
hand the money over in a sealed envelope with an anonymous note inside, explaining that there's no catch, that it's money I've obtained honestly and which is surplus to my needs, and that it's now theirs to spend on whatever. It wouldn't be accompanied by any promotional material or pious text. I would like to be able to do that almost every day. Anonymously and unobtrusively.

I know what it feels like to be poor. I was 6, with 3 younger sisters, when my father died in a car crash. My mother worked her socks off to keep hold of our modest home, and to feed and clothe us. We never had luxuries such as holidays or smart toys or a car. Occasionally individuals would help us - by gifting firewood or a bucket of coal, or vegetables from their garden. I've never forgotten their generosity. They were mostly people
who didn't have much themselves.

I am now into my sixties. I get by. But I don't have money to spare beyond paying the basic household bills. Give me some money, if you can spare it - and I will share it. Some of it I will keep for myself, but most of it I will take great pleasure in handing out. The more I get, the more I
will give - and the greater the pleasure I will get from doing so (I know that because I have done it before, at times when I was slightly better off than now).