Hopeless Tags

Hi,I am a single mom of a 12 year old daughter with type 1 Diabetes, and a 9 year old son with ADHD. I have been divorced for nearly 6 years, struggling to support myself and my children. After many unfilling jobs, I have decided to go back to school to pursue a degree in nursing. Since I am attending school full-time, and caring for my children, I have been looking for online work. I really just need a little pick me up to keep us afloat for the next 18 months. I am looking for 20,000 to carry us through. My car is 12 years old,and in need of repair..I feel very hopeless trying to buy food, gas, and medication an diabetes supplies for my kids. Anything would be a great help..Thank you..

I have 5 days to pay the rent for my apartment before they begin eviction processes... The rent is only $350, but I only have about $100 to my name because I lost my job a few months back. I don't know what to do, or how to support my family now. I've been searching and searching for a job, but it's getting pretty hopeless
:( Please find it in the kindness of your heart to help me, I'll be forever grateful. I don't have anyone close to me to go to for help.... I'm scared that after the 15th, I won't have anywhere to live.

I need money for an apartment. I am currently living with my ex boyfriend because I would otherwise be homeless. He is emotionally and physically abusive and it is extremely difficult living with him. He wants me to move out as soon as possible, but no later than the end of July. I found an apartment for $700 a month, but need a few thousand to move in--deposit, furniture, two months rent.

I have a job but I barely make enough to pay my bills. I can't even buy myself groceries. I apply for other jobs every day and never get them. I am a college graduate and am intelligent and would appear to be pretty normal if you saw me at the store. But I have slept in my car when my ex boyfriend has kicked me out at times and I fear I will be living in it soon. It wouldn't be too bad, I guess, but I have cats and it's impossible for my cats to live in my car.

I am a good person and always try to help other people whenever I can. I just need a little help now. I have no friends or family anywhere in the area and I feel hopeless. I have had a hard life, from an abusive childhood to where I am today, but I am strong. I am positive about my future, if only someone would be willing to help me today.

Even a very small amount would be appreciated.

hi, i am ghizal, an indian muslim. i have been following christianity from past 4 years secretly hiding it from my parents but they found out and disowned me and askedme to move out of the house. i am in the process of completing my graduation this year but the utter shortage of money has left me hopeless. i lost my job as the company shut down due to a loss. i am 23 and need some help for my food expenses and basic academic expenses to keep afloat and stand up on my own. any help is appreciated. please!! i can return your moneyonce i get a good job at hand. i am trying to get a job in the cruise liners.

What do you say when you are entreating an entire world of strangers to come to your aid? How do you sound deserving of their help? How do you express, without writing a novel, why you are in need, how you came to be there, how you came to choose this way of seeking help, and how very afraid you feel.
First, the reason I chose this method. I was feeling frustrated one night after being asked to work another fund raiser. While there is no doubt that the family is very much in need their financial security was markedly better than my own. I was wondering why it seemed that it was always people who already had some means at their disposal who got that kind of sympathy and help. Obviously I was feeling self centered but still the thought remained, what kind of resources were there out there for people like me, people barely above poverty level and struggling to keep from going under. So...I started searching the internet and came across references to "begging" online. I was shocked, I was appalled...I was hopeful. The anonymity of it was a big plus.
Feeling so hopeless, and out of control is very frightening for me. I work with the public. The street people call me Smiley because I try to always stay upbeat while at work and they know that if I can I will always help them with a dollar or two when they need it. There are many people ( even those who are only a few years younger than my 55) who call me Mom and have come to me for assistance both emotionally and financially. I have two adult children of my own and many more that have come through my household and are a part of my family even though they are not related biologically. I send my own Mother money a couple times a month. She lives on a fixed income that doesn't even cover here cost of living. I can no longer afford these things but I don't know how to cut off the aid to others even though I, myself, am in need of aid.
My husband and I come from poor families and were determined to make a better life for our own children. Since we both only had high school educations neither one of us are in well paying jobs but we have always managed to survive and our children never had to worry about whether Mom and Dad were going to be able to feed and clothe them. But things have gotten progressively worse this year.
I tried to start a small business in order to provide my oldest grandchildren and one of my children with a secure job and something meaningful to do. Trying to keep them out of the "system" and teach them to have self respect, and trying to provide a means for them to have financial security. But the business never picked up and we were funneling money into it...my daughter lost her husband and we were also supporting her household. The financial strain has put us in debt that we cannot pay. Our cars have broken down, there are three running vehicles for six drivers to use getting to work and looking for work but no money to repair or replace them. My daughter and her children are living in my home, having lost theirs, and my husband and I are staying with my youngest and her family. Her husband was recently laid off and she is expecting her second child. My husband had to have surgery and that put him off work for six weeks, and now in order to keep his job we have to somehow pay for hearing aids ($3000 for the least expensive ones). Although it is hard we have stuck together and are helping each other as best we can.
The problem is that I see no end in sight. Just the electric bill is $6oo a month thru the winter months. Fuel is outrageous. Food for this many people (5 adults, 3 late teens, and 3 small children) is very expensive in this state. Mortgage payments, gas for cars, and phones...these are things everyone has to pay. I know there are many who are far worse off than I, at least we still have roofs over our heads. But the output is so much higher than the income and each month, each WEEK, sees me feeling a little more desperate. How will I, will we, end up? Will we all be living on the street next year? The interior of Alaska is no climate for the homeless. I don't know what it will take to make this better, to make my family secure but I hope there is help out there for us.

hi, i am ghizal, an indian muslim. i have been following christianity from past 4 years secretly hiding it from my parents but they found out and disowned me and askedme to move out of the house. i am in the process of completing my graduation this year but the utter shortage of money has left me hopeless. i lost my job as the company shut down due to a loss. i am 23 and need some help for my food expenses and basic academic expenses to keep afloat and stand up on my own. any help is appreciated. please!! i can return your moneyonce i get a good job at hand. i am trying to get a job in the cruise liners.

I have anxiety disorder, sometimes raging agoraphobia and also fell in 2007, causing two vertebrae to bulge and also did some nerve damage to my left arm. I suffer from severe back pain, hip and leg pain everyday and I drop things with my left had constantly! I tried and tried to push on, through the pain and depression I had but finally cracked and I was laid off in 2010 from my job for not being able to handle the pain or the pressure and stress and shortly thereafter met a guy who I will call Jake. Jake has panic disorder, agoraphobia and dependent personality disorder. His family had abandoned him, his friends had become fatigued with his panic attacks. He was in a bad situation being abused by someone who was taking advantage of his disabilities. My mother had over 20 years of suffering this type of illness and was in an abusive marriage, and I had had my own issues with anxiety and depression so I felt I had to help. I invited him to come live in my home. I told him I would do all I could to help. I arranged some free therapy. Introduced him to my friends and family. Gave him all the kindness and love I had in me.

I had hoped it would help. It has not. He is still depressed, still agoraphobic and the worst part for me, still has dependent personality disorder. Now for those who don’t know what this is, well it means I can’t leave the house without him and naturally he can’t leave the house without me. We have not been more than 50 feet from each other in the year he has been here. He can’t go and do anything like movies, bowling, shopping or anything like that so I can’t either, when I myself feel able to do any of those things that is. Don’t feel sorry for me though. I have fallen in love and this is a small sacrifice to make sure he is okay.

We both applied for disability five months ago but it is still working through the process. My unemployment ran out six weeks ago so we have no more income and to make matters worse my father who has early onset dementia with psychotic features had no where else to go so he is living with us now. This has all put serious strain on me. How to pay bills with no money? How do I help this man I love get better? How do I get my sick dad, who has no one else to help him get to appointments with doctors and therapist when I can’t leave the house myself? How do I get better?

I am in serious need of help. I need to be able to at least keep the house and keep the lights on. I don’ t know what to do. I am lost. There is no help for someone who tries to help others. I called the department of family and children services and asked if there was any government program or even charity they knew of that I could apply for help with and they acted like I was a crazy person. She was like, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do for you.”

I am out of savings and my bills are due. I have appealed to family and friends but they are all strapped themselves. I have sold my van, a computer and anything else I had around my house to survive but I am tapped out. Now I am here, depressed and hurting all the time, my friend is here, depressed and we both are having a lot of anxiety. My dad is here and has no where else to go and I am so scared. I have never been in a situation where I had not only my life but the lives of others in my hands and I can’t do anything.

I feel helpless, hopeless and sometimes think it’s not worth going on. I just need some help making my bills for now until disability comes through. Then some of my stress will be reduced. Some that is. But that is most pressing right now. Like I said, keeping the lights on and a phone and car going in case of emergencies.

On top of everything I feel so alone. I have to try and smile because I don’t want my friend or dad to worry. I won’t them to know I am gonna be here for them and not let them down. But I don’t know where to turn to get the help so that does not happen. I am afraid. I am scared. I am depressed and stressed. I need help.

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


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I am a 45 yr old stroke victim with a bi-polar husband. My husband has attempted to work but he always gets manic and sick....he's needed hospitalisation so many times I've lost count. I'm not medically cleared to drive and there is only so much locals can help with. It is embarrassing asking someone to drive you an hour into town when you can see from their face they don't want to and even more embarrassing when they say no, they're putting their dogs on the back of the van or some other non-truth.

I can't work....fatigue, short-term memory loss are the main reasons...I'm also very weak and in constant pain from involuntarily clenching my hand. I'm about to start a high school paper to see if I can learn....if I can then there's hope, but my stroke was a serious one.

We bought (unwisely) a house in the country, miles away from any a gym (which would assist me) and a hospital. Don't ask me why as I'm stumped myself....and are now trapped. We are trying to fix our house up to a sellable standard....so we can move to a town but every time we save a little something happens...a tyre needs replacing, our son gets sick....it feels utterly hopeless at times.

We need some money to finish the house and put it on the market, any amount will help,....we don't want to profit from it....and would be happy to just get our deposit back.I can't believe I'm reduced to begging on the internet but here I am. Please help us. I cannot pay anyone back but if things ever improve I will pay it forward, and will answer all serious emails. edwellbj@gmail.com

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


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I'm 25 and living in a bedsit. I have severe anxiety issues and have cut myself off from everyone. I work part-time but am not earning enough to support myself. I literally do not have a penny to my name, I'm living off tins of soup in the cupboard, and I have no idea how to pay my rent, due on the 1st. It's $450.
I have no one to ask and have never felt this hopeless, I need some help so desperately. If you can, please send something.

Please take a moment to read this and save a life.I am 25 years old and i have prolems that just weight down on me.I am a foreign student in another country,but the law of the country does not permit foreigners to work full,part time or odd job.Everyone who was supporting me has given up due to the fact that they have spent all they had on my behalf.I have no where else to go or anybody to continue sponsoring me.The school is behind me everyday to pay the full amount of tuition which is $2000 and i must also pay for accomodation($375),buy food and basic necessities.I am so caught up in this mess to the extent that i am traumatized.My home government does not send financial assistance to students abroad because it is a third world country and that is an issue on its own.I am about giving up.I cant sleep or communicate my problems with anyone here because foreigners are not welcome here,(so i discovered).I just started my first year at the university and already the future looks blury.I feel disillussioned and hopeless and to make matters worse,my health has not been the best.I managed to make a trip to the doctor's a few months ago but now i am out of medication and cannot afford any further medical expenses.Please i am crying out to anyone who is willing to help.Please i am begging you,do not pass me by.Help me please.God bless you,thanks.

Please take a moment to read this and save a life.I am 25 years old and i have prolems that just weight down on me.I am a foreign student in another country,but the law of the country does not permit foreigners to work full,part time or odd job.Everyone who was supporting me has given up due to the fact that they have spent all they had on my behalf.I have no where else to go or anybody to continue sponsoring me.The school is behind me everyday to pay the full amount of tuition which is $2000 and i must also pay for accomodation,buy food and basic necessities.I am so caught up in this mess to the extent that i am traumatized.My home government does not send financial assistance to students abroad because it is a third world country and that is an issue on its own.I am about giving up.I cant sleep or communicate my problems with anyone here because foreigners are not welcome here,(so i discovered).I just started my first year at the university and already the future looks blury.I feel disillussioned and hopeless.Please i am crying out to anyone who is willing to help.Please i am begging you,do not pass me by.Help me please.God bless you,thanks.

Please take a moment to read this and save a life.I am 25 years old and i have prolems that just weight down on me.I am a foreign student in another country,but the law of the country does not permit foreigners to work full,part time or odd job.Everyone who was supporting me has given up due to the fact that they have spent all they had on my behalf.I have no where else to go or anybody to continue sponsoring me.The school is behind me everyday to pay the full amount of tuition which is $2000 and i must also pay for accomodation,buy food and basic necessities.I am so caught up in this mess to the extent that i am traumatized.My home government does not send financial assistance to students abroad because it is a third world country and that is an issue on its own.I am about giving up.I cant sleep or communicate my problems with anyone here because foreigners are not welcome here,(so i discovered).I just started my first year at the university and already the future looks blury.I feel disillussioned and hopeless.Please i am crying out to anyone who is willing to help.Please i am begging you,do not pass me by.Help me please.God bless you,thanks.

Please take a moment to read this and save a life.I am 25 years old and i have prolems that just weight down on me.I am a foreign student in another country,but the law of the country does not permit foreigners to work full,part time or odd job.Everyone who was supporting me has given up due to the fact that they have spent all they had on my behalf.I have no where else to go or anybody to continue sponsoring me.The school is behind me everyday to pay the full amount of tuition which is $2000 and i must also pay for accomodation,buy food and basic necessities.I am so caught up in this mess to the extent that i am traumatized.My home government does not send financial assistance to students abroad because it is a third world country and that is an issue on its own.I am about giving up.I cant sleep or communicate my problems with anyone here because foreigners are not welcome here,(so i discovered).I just started my first year at the university and already the future looks blury.I feel disillussioned and hopeless.Please i am crying out to anyone who is willing to help.Please i am begging you,do not pass me by.Help me please.God bless you,thanks.

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


Kind regards

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


Kind regards

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


Kind regards

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


Kind regards

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


Kind regards

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


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Hello Friends,
Last year I worked for a corporation where I experienced a series of gender discrimination, harassment because of my gender, intentionally subjected to a hostile work environment, improperly disiciplibed, ridiculed, humiliated within the presence of my colleagues, then terminated.
I filed with the SDHR/ EEOC, it appears that I will need to proceed to Federal Court. This is my last chance to seek justice. I am afraid of my case being dismissed off of a small legal tech.
I have spoken to many lawyers who are willing to take my case, but want 10,000 to start. I do not have that kind of money. I am only receiving unemployment at the moment.
I have called free legal sites, firms, and program, but I need an employment lawyer.
If you all can help me raise the money or if you are an employment lawyer or have a friend who practices employment law please help.
I've been wronged, my right's have been violated to the point where I feel so hopeless. However, I have not and won't give up. Please, who ever you are, where ever you, if you can help me, may my heart be forever grateful to you. Bless You Hearts

My name is Bardha. I am currently on my final year of university. I have been struggling with my studying due to my depression resulted from my fathers death. Hence, it took me longer on university then I was supposed to. I have tried to apply for a loan from student finance but they refused to give me loan because you are only entitled to get three years loan and it took me in university longer then that. I have tried to find a job in London but was unable to do so for so long now and my sister promised me to pay my tuition fee but she is not paying it now. The university has send me several letters asking me to make the payment for university. They now suspended me. I am in an a very tremendous situation and I am very sad, hopeless and do not know who to ask for help. Please please open your heart and resuscitate my spirit so I can complete my final year and have a brighter future. Any little help would mean so much to me. If anyone can offer me I job that would be great to. I am willing to do cleaning, nanny, any sort of job that would enable me to pay my tuition fee.

My email address is b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk. Please please please take my deteriorating situation into consideration and help.


Kind regards