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My name is Jason. I am a hardworking 28 year old married man with three wonderful children 7, 4, and 1 month old, and the best wife anyone could ever ask for. When I and my wife married we were “given” my parents’ home in NY along with the mortgage as a wedding present. My wife and I have spent the last three years renovating this home, dumping every single cent we had into its improvement. We both come from broken homes and both wanted something more than what we came from, and have managed to build a loving stress free environment for our family, and in a matter of a month my “family” (brother, mother and father) have managed to crush our dream out of selfishness and this, “the world owes me something” mentality they all seem to have.
I work full time and also do side jobs on weekends to make ends meet, my wife has been out of work on disability (she will return full time in the next 3 weeks) due to the birth of our son, which should be the happiest time of our life, and yet I get to go home and see my children upset wondering why there uncle is acting the way he is, I get to see my wife cry over the fact that we have been basically reminded that even though we pay the bill and we fix this home and have made it what it never was for me growing up an actual home, that it is not ours and we should have no say over what happens.
My brother who at one time made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year an selfish heartless drug addict, who even though has never treated me or my family with any respect I have always dropped what I am doing regardless of time or place to go “save him”, and by save usually picking his drug addict ass up and making sure he gets home, or dropping what I’m doing to take him to the hospital cause he is so sick from whatever he has taken this time. Now that brother has decided to move in with us, not ask, not offer to help, but blatantly tell me and my wife, “it’s not your house , I am not asking permission to stay here”, and my parents who told me this home was a “Wedding gift” seem to agree. They feel it’s okay for a drug addict to be living among children, that it’s okay that slowly one by one pieces of my wife’s jewelry are disappearing, or that since he came has literally taken over my infant sons nursery with his disgusting belongings that I found my wife sitting on the floor of the living room trying to feed the baby because he’s asleep on the sofa passed out cold and his belonging are strewn all over the house.
My only options are to buy this home that I and my wife have built a great life in so I can say who stays and goes, or to uproot my children and move as far from these selfish disgusting people as possible.
In order to purchase this home I would need a deposit upwards of 12000 which due to me draining my accounts my sons accounts and my wife’s to “save” my brother from jail, drug dealers, etc., we have nothing left. Which has led me here, led me to the point where I feel more dependent on asking strangers for help than my own family because they can’t even help themselves? I am the little brother (youngest of four) who has always had to be the big brother, I am the one one whose entire family drops there problems in my lap as if to say deal with it. I have been the pillar supporting every single family member I have for the last 28 years, the pillar has finally cracked and can’t hold up the weight of the world anymore. I am begging on my hands and knees for help from completer strangers so I can continue to give my children the life I never had, and offer them some stability instead of having to tear them from the home they have come to love, that my wife has come to love, that I love. I want to give my children the world but my family continues to assure that won’t happen under there watch. Please I beg of you with everything I am I need help. Please don’t make us just another statistic, I found my calling and made a life for my wife and children, I have put aside pride, because they are all that matters to me. Thank You for taking the time to read this and thank you for any support or help you can provide.

My name is Jason. I am a hardworking 28 year old married man with three wonderful children 7, 4, and 1 month old, and the best wife anyone could ever ask for. When I and my wife married we were “given” my parents’ home in NY along with the mortgage as a wedding present. My wife and I have spent the last three years renovating this home, dumping every single cent we had into its improvement. We both come from broken homes and both wanted something more than what we came from, and have managed to build a loving stress free environment for our family, and in a matter of a month my “family” (brother, mother and father) have managed to crush our dream out of selfishness and this, “the world owes me something” mentality they all seem to have.
I work full time and also do side jobs on weekends to make ends meet, my wife has been out of work on disability (she will return full time in the next 3 weeks) due to the birth of our son, which should be the happiest time of our life, and yet I get to go home and see my children upset wondering why there uncle is acting the way he is, I get to see my wife cry over the fact that we have been basically reminded that even though we pay the bill and we fix this home and have made it what it never was for me growing up an actual home, that it is not ours and we should have no say over what happens.
My brother who at one time made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year an selfish heartless drug addict, who even though has never treated me or my family with any respect I have always dropped what I am doing regardless of time or place to go “save him”, and by save usually picking his drug addict ass up and making sure he gets home, or dropping what I’m doing to take him to the hospital cause he is so sick from whatever he has taken this time. Now that brother has decided to move in with us, not ask, not offer to help, but blatantly tell me and my wife, “it’s not your house , I am not asking permission to stay here”, and my parents who told me this home was a “Wedding gift” seem to agree. They feel it’s okay for a drug addict to be living among children, that it’s okay that slowly one by one pieces of my wife’s jewelry are disappearing, or that since he came has literally taken over my infant sons nursery with his disgusting belongings that I found my wife sitting on the floor of the living room trying to feed the baby because he’s asleep on the sofa passed out cold and his belonging are strewn all over the house.
My only options are to buy this home that I and my wife have built a great life in so I can say who stays and goes, or to uproot my children and move as far from these selfish disgusting people as possible.
In order to purchase this home I would need a deposit upwards of 12000 which due to me draining my accounts my sons accounts and my wife’s to “save” my brother from jail, drug dealers, etc., we have nothing left. Which has led me here, led me to the point where I feel more dependent on asking strangers for help than my own family because they can’t even help themselves? I am the little brother (youngest of four) who has always had to be the big brother, I am the one one whose entire family drops there problems in my lap as if to say deal with it. I have been the pillar supporting every single family member I have for the last 28 years, the pillar has finally cracked and can’t hold up the weight of the world anymore. I am begging on my hands and knees for help from completer strangers so I can continue to give my children the life I never had, and offer them some stability instead of having to tear them from the home they have come to love, that my wife has come to love, that I love. I want to give my children the world but my family continues to assure that won’t happen under there watch. Please I beg of you with everything I am I need help. Please don’t make us just another statistic, I found my calling and made a life for my wife and children, I have put aside pride, because they are all that matters to me. Thank You for taking the time to read this and thank you for any support or help you can provide.

I want to propose to my girlfriend but dont have the money to buy a ring, finding it impossible to save as much as id like too at the minute due to work issues and financial difficulties out of my control.

Every little helps and will help me towards making my girlfriend the happiest woman in the world.

The car I'm currently driving has 230,000 miles on it. It's on its last leg.

I've been saving money for a while to buy a car, and so far have saved $1000.

I happened to find a person in my town who is selling a car that is very special to me. It might not be special to anyone else because it's over twenty years old and hardly fashionable or seductive, but I have wanted an old BMW E30 style car for as long as I can remember. Most people want a brand new car, but I would take one of these old BMWs over any new car any day of the week. I am in love with them and have dreamed of owning one forever.

These cars are very hard to come by where I live, and there just happens to be a person in my town who is selling one in excellent condition. The odds of this are mindboggling.

The problem is that he wants $1000 more than I can give him. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, and I just can't quite make it by myself.

I have exhausted all of my options to come up with the other $1000 and have now shamefully resorted to online begging. If I were to get this car, it truly would make me the happiest person on the entire planet. It might seem silly, but this has been a dream of mine for a long time. I just wish I had the other $1000. It will probably be sold very soon and I know it's materialistic and petty, but it breaks my heart to think I will miss out on it.

We lost our 8 1/2 month old baby girl 2 weeks ago by SIDS. My heart is absolutely shattered, I miss her smell, her touch and caring for her.
I have 4 sons and our baby girl was the icing on the cake for the family! I am dearly wanting to fly to the US to have Gender Selection as I would love to have another baby Girl. I'm not wanting to replace our daughter but to fill that hole in my heart and to feel love again. I got a taste for what it was like to have a daughter, and it was absolutely wonderful.

I feel very ashamed of myself having to resort to this, but I am desperate to get back on my feet and take care of my son the way he deserves.
I had to leave my job due to a pesky pulmonary nodule causing breathing problems and causing me to pass out at work. I started working in a MLM type of company as an independent contractor, but first our car broke down, then we fixed it; but then I lost car insurance and registration due to expiration (no money to pay for it). I have had to borrow and repay money for rent three months in a row and my car is starting to go AGAIN...it is a 1999 Cadillac Deville with 134,000 miles, so I guess I can't complain. In the past 4 weeks, I went from a healthy 137lbs to 119lbs of skin and bones; I refuse to eat unless my son has healthy food to eat, but I am starting to feel tired and confused due to malnutrition. I don't need hundreds of thousands of dollars; I just want to get ahead. I am fortunate that my son, his father and I are able to move with friends next month, but I still have $1290 to pay on December 5th for rent so as not to lose security deposit. I need the money to get caught up on general bills, totaling approximately $3300 as well as groceries for December $400-500. I am also in need of my bipolar medication that I have not been able to aquire in 6 months when my financial situation started to decline due to poor health, car troubles, loss of tuiton money and general misfortune. I can pay out of pocket for school; I lost financial aid because I had to withdrawal for health and family reasons-2 semesters in a row of withdrawals or poor grades cause the financial aid dept to drop you. I am not a bad student and I was even inducted into Phi Theta Kappa in October 2008 for academic excellence. To sum it up; I just want to be on my feet again. I hate that my son sees mommy and daddy cry every night, because we don't know from one day to the next...will the electric get shut off next? How will we get food? Thankfully our rent will be severely reduced starting January 1st, but I just want..NEED to get ahead for once. I have sold everything I own...including my $2500 engagement ring, which I sold for a whole $145 for groceries. I do have three designer bags I haven't sold yet; I was planning to sell for Christmas money for my son, but anyone who donates and is interested, can have them. I will be eternally grateful for anyone to be kind enough to donate! If I could just receive a total of at least $5000 for bills, rent and groceries, I will be the happiest woman alive. I am not too concerned with my medication, because it is $140 per month that CAN wait, if need be. My son's well-being and future means more to me than anything. I am sorry if this is a jumbled mess; I am extremely worn out and I cannot seem to muster the thoughts to put with the emotions I am feeling right now. Thank you for any generosity and I hope that without the premium Beglist account, my story is able to find anyone willing to help a family in need.

Hi. Im 27 years old, and have always had a low self esteem becasue i didnt have any boobs, all i ever wanted was to feel like a woman and i really need some help in being able to do this because i cannot afford to pay for the surgery since it's $8000. i come from a poor family, and theyare not able to help me, i work but my paycheque goes to all my bills and am living cheque to cheque and i would be the happiest person if some people would be generous enough to help me. and of course if you want to see my boobs after the surgery i will send pictures ;) tks to anyone who will donate to make my life more fulfilled.

Well, I'm not going to sit here and lie about my story. I feel that a hard working, kind and generous person willing to read my story and possibly help me out deserves to hear the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

I am 19 years old and I have finished college about 4 months ago. I have had no luck trying to find work. Its so hard trying to get a career started in this economy right now. All my life, I've known that there is something out there that I'm meant to do. I've lived in the same city and state my entire life. I've always craved a change in scenery - something beyond what I'm seeing around me now. My dream is to pack up my things and move out of state- it would take about $5000 or so to be able to do this. But, currently unemployed and having no cash means of doing so, I stay cooped up in this same old city in the same old state. It would mean the world to me if someone reading this (you, possibly?) Would have it in their hearts to fufill my dreams of leaving and finding myself and what I've always been looking for. If someone is able to help me with this, one day I will give back, just as they have done for me.

Thank you for your time in reading my plea. Again, if the person able to help me is you, it would make me the happiest and most blessed person alive.

Thank you, take care and God bless.

Hi, my name is April May Johnson, As I have located this site, I can validate all information that I am submitting here is true honest information, along with my lawyers contact name and info.I am a single mother of my son who is 11 years old for four years now, with a boyfirend I have had for 10 months now who is deployed here in the south for the oil spill serving his time to give us a cleaner gulf and make our waters cleaner and safer. Both of us chrisitans have big hearts and accepted people in our lifes that have done nothing but stole from us and even let there envy tear us apart. My nightmare started the day after my birthday when my sister and my babysitter changed my whole life and took everything from me. I was sleeping upstairs when the law came and arrested me and I was totally oblivious. My babysitter whom was downstairs on my computer messaging my sister, had woke me up crying saying we were going to jail I totally confused just waking up walked downstairs immediately to my open door and walked outside to five guns pointed at me and telling me I was under arrest. I had never been in trouble my entire life, I have and now had a perfect record, and never would hurt anyone, everyone in my community knows me and knows that i would give the shirt off my back. Well 'i was arrested and charged with distribution of drugs and put in jail with a 100000 bond, I still confused after six days of being in local jail had finally gotten bailed out and found out that when my babysitter, which had kept my son the night prior nat my apartment because it was my birthday and me and my boyfriend had rented a suite to have a nice relaxing night for my birthday, had been making drugs and had all this hidden in the attic of my home. Totallu unaware I walked out of my home with five guns half asleep when my 11 year old son watched these cops throw me around on the concrete like a rag doll, scraped my skin all up, and slammed me head first into the ground screaming and fighting these cops to quit hurting his mommy. Totally unaware of what this girl had in my attic I was telling hese cops to search my home I had nothing to hide while they were being cruel and jerking me all around in hang cuffs. It was trultuey the worst day of my life. Helpless and handcuffed, crying, hurting and wanting nothing more than to comfort my confused son, I laid there helpless trying to figure out what was going on. The babysitter soon had came out of my apartment behind me with her hands up stating that there was stuff in my attic and stating also to the cops it was all mine. I was flabbergasted, freaked out, and speechless. I didnt have a ground to stand on.The apartment was in my name and she blamed everything that was in my attic she had been doing the night before the arrest on myself. So hours later I am taking to jail when much to my knowledge I was notified in jail that they released the babysitter, which was a third time felon in drug court, and on parole which i was unaware of. So six days had past and i was stuck in jail crying, in vigorous pain from the freezing cold temperatures and from sleeping on the concrete cause there was no bed in the holding cell i was locked up in with 11 other girls. It was six days later my parents were finally able to bail me out and my father had to put up his week vacation and sale things to be able to do. I came home and was notified that the very next day after my arrest my apartment was broken into and robbed of everything me, my son, and my boyfriend had owned. Down to our clothes, we had lost everything. After a few days things started to surface, i was completely positive that I was clean, had passed the drug test and prayed that God would bring to the surface any proof to prove that I had been set up. Well my parents which are christians had had my son the day prior to me getting out of jail and they had questioned him about what the babysitter was doing while she babysat him the night before the arrest. He simply replied and without knowing that everything that was found in my apartment was in the attic, he had told my parents she was in the attic and when she was questioned by him she simply replied checking it out and told him to get to bed. Thats when things started to slowly make since. My boyfriend the day after my arrest had came to the apartment and had picked up a few things during the day before the aprtment had been robbed that night and had picked up my two laptops and his also. Much to my surprise he had brought them to my parents where i am now living and I signed on to it like normal and went to check my facebook where when I had typed in facebook.com it came up on the babysitters facebook still signed in and we were able to see the email and text messages prior to the day of my arrest when she was babysitting texting friends inviting them to my home and using code talk stating she had some candy and they should chill. I was again speechless. Now due to all this and the chrges I am facing I am looking at 2-5 years if I dont get a lawyer and fight for my future, and with the proof I have i can have justice served, I have been in college three years with one year left, my boyfriend whom is governement in the military has been ordered by his supervisor to stay away till my court dates are over and prove i am innocent cant even help me and my family have and know i am innocent. i have lost custody of my son, and live with him and my parents and my whole life due to this girl is in shambles. After several lawyer consultations, I have been billed 5000 for my lawyer and due to jail time I lost my job. I am in desperate need of financial help to protect my future and the future of my son. i am already in debt to my parents who are both diabetics, and both have high blood pressure for 2600.00 which they didnt have, and now they are hurting for money. I am a very honest hard working person and I have never been in a situation my whole life where I asked for help from anyone. I am not asking for anyone to give me this but I am asking that if you would read this, and again I can prove anything you need, to give me work, help me raise the money to protect my future cause i am truly innocent and without a job i do not have the funds to pay for this lawyer, I would even agree on terms of a loan. God knows I would be more than greatful and assure you that my 11 year old son would be the happiest kid in the world to keep his mother with him where she has always been and loving him like she should be. please help us....We would be more than greatful and God Bless You All

My only means of entertainment is my portable DVD player.I live on the street and have seen every movie the library has(most of them twice).I try every day to find work but it's not easy.
One thing that would make the ordeal easier would be if I had something new to watch.
I would be the happiest person in the world if i just had 20 bucks a month to go buy a new DVD set.The easiest way to do this would be to purchase a prepaid gift card to Wal-Mart or Target and simply send that to me at:
Michael Raasveld
General Delivery
Anaheim CA 92803
The best part is after I watch whatever I end up buying I plan on donating it to the library to increase their collection and so that others can enjoy it.I have personally donated dozens of boxed sets to the library when I became homeless(mainly because I could not keep them with me in my current state;this way I can check them out again from time to time).I have just seen those SO many times I could really use something new!

Hello every one,
My name is Mrs Ruth I live here in USA and i am talking as the happiest person in the whole wild world today and i told my self that any lender that rescue my family from our poor situation, i will tell the name to the whole wild world and i am so happy to say that my family is back for good because i was in need a loan of $65,000 USD to start my life all over as i am a single mum with 2 kids and the whole world seemed like it was hanging on me until i met the GOD sent loan lender that changed my life and that of my family, a GOD fearing lender,Mr Mark David Of BARCLAY HOUSE OF LOAN PLC, he was the savior GOD sent to rescue my family and at first i thought it was not going to be possible until i received my loan of $58,000 US dollars and i will advise any one who is in genuine need of a loan to contact Mr Mark David via barclayhouseofloan@hotmail.com OR barclayloaninvestment@gmail.com

Hello every one,
My name is Mrs Ruth I live here in USA and i am talking as the happiest person in the whole wild world today and i told my self that any lender that rescue my family from our poor situation, i will tell the name to the whole wild world and i am so happy to say that my family is back for good because i was in need a loan of $65,000 USD to start my life all over as i am a single mum with 2 kids and the whole world seemed like it was hanging on me until i met the GOD sent loan lender that changed my life and that of my family, a GOD fearing lender,Mr Mark David Of BARCLAY HOUSE OF LOAN PLC, he was the savior GOD sent to rescue my family and at first i thought it was not going to be possible until i received my loan of $58,000 US dollars and i will advise any one who is in genuine need of a loan to contact Mr Mark David via barclayhouseofloan@hotmail.com OR barclayloaninvestment@gmail.com

Hello, my name is Jacob. I'm 26 years old and recently moved back to a small town in Alabama, from Charlotte NC.
I lived in Charlotte for over 6 years while I attended college and made a life in the city. I worked and was a full
time student and barely made it by but always seemed to make it, thanks to hard work and amazing friends I didn't know
until I live in the Queen City. After graduating college I was forced to moved back home after the full time job I had,
was cut to one day a week. It was extremely short notice and I had nothing saved to live off of, and despite my efforts
I was unable to find another job right away.

But the bills kept coming in, most importantly rent and power.
That was the reason I was forced to move back to Alabama with family, living my life behind. It's been months
now and I still can't get ahead. I have student loan payments I had family cosign for so I have to keep them up, and the
job market in this town almost imaginary. Especially for someone with a degree in graphic art. SO what I'm asking is for
anyone that can spare anything, a dollar, change, whatever it adds up, to helping me get back to where I was happiest I'd
appreciate it.

I have a plan to start a photography/design business with one of my friends I just have to make it back and it doesn't look
like I can do it alone. Also I know there are people in more need than I am. All I can say is that if this helps and can get
back to where I want/need to be in my life, believe me I'll be paying if forward and helping others. Thank you for your time
if your reading this, and any help you may be able to offer.

Hello, my name is Jacob. I'm 26 years old and recently moved back to a small town in Alabama, from Charlotte NC.
I lived in Charlotte for over 6 years while I attended college and made a life in the city. I worked and was a full
time student and barely made it by but always seemed to make it, thanks to hard work and amazing friends I didn't know
until I live in the Queen City. After graduating college I was forced to moved back home after the full time job I had,
was cut to one day a week. It was extremely short notice and I had nothing saved to live off of, and despite my efforts
I was unable to find another job right away.

But the bills kept coming in, most importantly rent and power.
That was the reason I was forced to move back to Alabama with family, living my life behind. It's been months
now and I still can't get ahead. I have student loan payments I had family cosign for so I have to keep them up, and the
job market in this town almost imaginary. Especially for someone with a degree in graphic art. SO what I'm asking is for
anyone that can spare anything, a dollar, change, whatever it adds up, to helping me get back to where I was happiest I'd
appreciate it.

I have a plan to start a photography/design business with one of my friends I just have to make it back and it doesn't look
like I can do it alone. Also I know there are people in more need than I am. All I can say is that if this helps and can get
back to where I want/need to be in my life, believe me I'll be paying if forward and helping others. Thank you for your time
if your reading this, and any help you may be able to offer.

I appreciate my debt is my fault, I dont want to write it off through government as it is my fault, but I need to clear it and do not know where to turn. I have three jobs now and all spare cash goes towards paying minimum payments, I have just been diagnosed with HIV and really need to clear the stress of my debt as this is killing me! If anyone reads this and is able and willing to help I will be the happiest person in the world. x

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com

blah blah blah blah blah. thats what you really hear. people who are on this site are here for ,, not for money,, but for hope. hope that there is some one out there who will help them. well thats why i am here. im a man who has been to hell and back. i was a small crook for my whole life. i became a drug dealer at the age of 15. i went in and out of jail till i was 21, and during those times my family had moved on. i was a lost soul with nothing to offer the world but a whole lot of hate. after my father died when i was in jail, i tried to find my family when i got out, all i found was more hate. they blamed me. they said if i would of just been a good kid than dad would of never stressed so much. maybe there right. 4 years has past and not a word from my family. i moved on a little. i straightened up for my father, and met a really nice girl whom i hope to marry one day. my brother passed away on july 17th and i went down there to his funeral and casted out. my sister went looking for me to tell me that he died, and she went to my old neighbor hood to find me. before she gave up and went home she stopped at a store, there she was beaten and raped. and now they won't keep her on life support no more cause it cost to much money. this world we live in is hell its self. dont ask for hand outs, please ask for hope. who ever is reading this needs to know that there are people out there who really need the help. im not loosing my house or i dont have bills to catch up on. im loosing my family one member at a time, and i never even got to see them at there most happiest times. we are not a society of wild dogs. im not ASKING to help me, im hopeing you will. theres no price on a life. give what you can, every pennie helps. all i want is to show my family that i care and that i have changed and i want to be there for them and talk to them with smiles and laughter. please there little time, and this is being recorded and documented by an author who is writing my story called, A LONG WAY FROM HOME, your donations and critisism will be recorded as well and placed in a chapter of my life. please write to me at bluledes01@yahoo.com