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We had to move out of the area for work and because we could not rent our previous home, it had to be sold. It took 2.5 years to get sold and ended up selling for less than we owed. I basically $100,000 in the hole on that sale.

we need to generate some additional cash to either purchase a home in the are where we now live or to continue renting. I currently work for three companies, so it's like having three jobs. Two of the jobs are construction companies and the other is a business I started that produces fly fishing rods and reels. My fly rod business is hurting financially, so The other two jobs are keeping me afloat for now.

good Morning
I jsut can't get refiniace or get modification because of this bank just want! I througt we are suppose to be protect from bad lener like this BUT NOT!
I have been asking for help from this predatory lender Rochester Home Equity which no one heard of this company. I have filed a complaint against RHE with Department of Financial Services and the reply was I can not get any help from them because my case is in court yes I know that it's been in court for 2 Years and i am not getting anywhere, I know that Jay Gelb the owner of Rochester Home equity is a millionaire, I just can't bet this lender and it's not fair that Mr. Gelb is going to take my houses and won't do a modification, and it's so sad that Mr. Gelb from Rochester Home Equity taking advance of low income people, I just want to know how many other victims is out there and couldn't get any help from anyone to help them before it was to late and everything they work for is GONE. My problem is I am being counsel by my lawyer but again it's has been a on gowning problem with Rochester Home Equity, all we been asking is for Rochester Home equity to TAKE my mother house off the lien that didn't have any mortgage on the 48 Homewood Ave my mother left me and my brother and do modification my house on 43 Twiller St. Rochester Home Equity is just giving us a hard time. As of right now I am debt with my lawyer for $10,000.00 that money I don't have because going to court and trying to do modification and we are not getting anywhere with this lender. I am so tried that Rochester Home Equity want reply to any thing that my lawyer is asking. I just want RHE this predatory lender just take my mother home that she left me and my brother off the lien that didn't have any mortgage on the home and work with my home that is worth $136,000.00 I brought the house I live in for $130,000.00 and my rate is 12.5 percent don't you think that a very HIGH rate. Yes I am bennig counsel by a lawyer as i stated my lawyer is not getting anywhere with this Rochester Home Equity. All I am asking you for help and step in because what RHE is doing is wrong and like I stated NO one cares what happen to me and other people that the lender is doing to us and hurting people too. Now I will be going into Chapter 13 because I don't want to lose my homes, and RHE this Predatory Lender just don't care ONLY wants both houses. So can you PLEASE step into this matter! It's a big problem as you see what have happen to me. Me and my lawyer just want Rochester Home Equity is take my mother home off the lien and work with the new modification and redo my loan, but that's not going to happen so that is why I am pleading with you ASAP to save my houses. Again Please take a close look at me statement again.
I am also going to email you all the my document to you. And hope you can find out that i have been taking advance of all i am asking if you can take your time and read what i am sending you, and again i am just asking for this lender to take my mother house off the lien and let me do modifcation as i been trying to do. I have got sick with CHF i ask the lender that i am not making money because of my health can they do a modification on my home and again the answer was NO.Please look into my case PLEASE.

Thank you
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Good Evening,

My name is Matt and I live in the west suburbs of Chicago. I am currently unemployed and finding it difficult to find even the most basic, menial job in this economy. While I have no felony convictions or anything that would bar employment, I am forced to rely on public transportation to get around at this time.

I am a recovering addict and I have been on methadone treatment for almost 5 years. I am on a low dose and I am having difficulty paying for my medication. I would like to be able to go to the clinic once a week instead of 5 times a week. This is hurting my ability to find work because I spend 3-4 hours on the bus going to the clinic.

I have a proven success rate in my sobriety and I just want to chip away at this awful bill hanging over my head. If I cannot pay for my medication I don't know what I will do. I can be reached at mmroch78@gmail.com. I can supply resumes as well to serious inquiries.

I have worked in call centers and related fields for the last 10 years, and I am warm, energetic customer service professional. I'd make an excellent ambassador for your company or small business, whichever it may be...

Both my father and I have been having very tough times, I am bi-polar but haven't had issues of any kind in quite a while. I just don't know what to do, my own parents are having money problems, and I don't have anywhere else to turn. I ask in the sincerest manner possible for any help you can provide: Pace bus cards (the monthly ones for 60$ are lifesavers), maybe 200-300$ towards my medication. I do have some things of value, mainly electronics that I can sell. Please contact me ASAP.

Thank you in this embarrassing time of need.

Kindest Regards,

Matt (5/6/12)

I'd never considered anything like this before, but today we've finally been pushed over the limit. I am a married man in my early twenties with two kids, a boy age 6, a girl age 2. Things have been going great until this month, I recently lost my job, I was a caregiver and the family no longer needs me, my wife goes to school and is so close to finishing, but until then we're hurting. As of today, our car got hit and the front bumper and headlights broke off and were crushed, my wife was the one in the accident, she was in a panic and didn't know what to do, swapped information and did nothing else, after that they said it was her fault, so it's going to cost us 988$ to get repaired. I've been trying to find new work, but like everywhere else it's scarce. We're already giving up most elective activities, we lost cable last week. x.x

Thanks for taking your time to read this, if you did, and if you help you will receive a personalized thank you.

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.

Hi everyone. I am a 25 year old woman with two beautiful children. Their father has never asked to marry me after ten years. He works on the road and lives a double life, abusing me in front of our children everytime i catch him. Im not one to return evil or have intentions on hurting anyone back. I only wish to move closer to my job,to an unknown address to him. Iv had the same job for 4 years, but its paycheck to paycheck, so i depend on him to help. I Im driving an hour to and from work. I think to move closer would be a tremendous benefit. I have no funds saved to move. Im asking for any kind of help to move us away frmo here. Thanks so much/

My family and I need a vehicle so I may go to work. We have one, but it keeps breaking down and my boyfriend drives it to work
(when he can) we are behind on every bill we have, including our house payment (and by house I mean mobile home that's 1 bedroom too small for us) My boyfriend (he would be my fiancee if we didn't already have to sell my ring to keep our place to live) works full time and works very hard, but it's not enough. He needs my help, and in addition to not having anoter vehicle we also cannot afford a baby sitter. We don't even have the food to get through this week until he gets paid,and we won't have the money for it then. We applied for welfare and they will begin helping us with food next month, which doesn't really help us now. We are living paycheck to paycheck and barely getting by. I know this story seems pretty standard, and it is.. which is sad. However, I don't know what else to do. I am currently a full time student so I am looking to better our life and we will eventually get there, it is the wait that is hurting us. Thank you for your time and consideration, and I appreciate any help that is available.

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.

Hi my name is Logan, I am currently a junior in college and I had to drop out recently because I couldn't get any financial assistance. Most recenctly this last Fall (2011) I have found out a friend of mine had stolen a few hundred dollars from me too and they also stole from a friend of mine and deep in my heart I told him was would pay him the money that which was stolen from him from a former friend. I'm currently unemployed since July of 2011 but I am doing many odd jobs to make ends meet but what I am making isn't helping that well. I have many bills piling up plus some medical bills too from a seizure condition that I have. My family is hurting financially too, my mom is unemployed and my father has a full time job but its not enough to pay for the numerous bills that my parents have to pay. I am a volunteer EMT and I also am in our local Lions Club and a few other organizations also. I will also donate a portion of donations to those organizations to help with various community projects. Please help my family and I out. Thanks everyone and have a wonderful time with your families and friends.

Hello, my name is kimberly and i dont know where else to turn so i am posting on this website. I am a survivor of the joplin may 22nd tornado. I was working at walmart when we got a code black and we all went to the back of the store. We were all joking around not really thinking much about it. We never thought walmart would get hit. My brother called me and told me that there was a tornado in joplin and that it was big and not to panic. I still didnt think walmart could get taken down, we were in a busy populated area in the middle of the city. The power went off and i told my brother i had to get off the phone. It got pretty loud and sumone yelled that it was here. I looked up and seen the roof getting ripped off. Everyone then screamed and we got down on our knees and prayed. All i could do is pray to see my little boys again and my husband and the rest of my family. The winds were so fast and i was getting hit with all sorts of things and something was on my back and was very heavy and something hit me in the head. It got quiet and people thought it was over and i was yelling at everyone to stay down for a little while to ensure it was over. After about 5 minutes we got hit with the end of the tornado and was just holding on to whatever i could and telling everyone that i loved them, even if i didnt know them. We were very crammed together as some people were on top of each and there was zero moving room and we were getting heavily rained on and hailed on. I found a small hole to put my hand through so that hopefully someone would see it and help us out. After about 30 min sumone was able to help get me out and i started helping others get out as there were many injured and many children. I started ripping open blankets to give to people because we were all soaked, filthy and freezing. Once i finally got out of the store and to the parking lot, i was in shock. Everyones cars were on top of each other and crushed. And i looked around and everything was flattened for miles. I dont know how any of us survived because walmart was totaled where we were. I have dealt with alot of anxiety since then and am dreading spring this year. I would really like to raise money for a shelter to have peace of mind and to ensure my kids safety. I never want my familys safety. Going through this tornado has made me realize how important things are in life and to have fun with my family and to appreciate life. I am going back to school andd my car just broke down and we think its the cadillac converter which i cant afford. I also want to help my dad out. He is disabled and raising my 3 teenage brothers. He is hurting financially as well and i love to help him when i can. I have a new found look on life now and love my kids so much and im so happy i was able to go home to them. There were many people that didnt make it that day and that easily could have been me. There are many heros from that frightful day. I dont like asking for help but i didnt know where else to go. I appreciate the people that help out people like me. You are wonderful people and god bless. Anything at all would help me out at this time. Thank you for taking time to listen to my story and thank you for donating. You are amazing and cherish those you love because you never know what could happen. Thank you!

I have never done anything like this in my life before but times are hard and if it helps get my daughter her dream i am willing to give it a go. I am a 44 year old single disabled mum of the most beautiful 2 daughters. emma-louise who is 17 and sarah who is 16. I have numerous health problems one being cause by my ex over ten years ago hurting me so bad i ended up in a wheelchair for over a year. I am no longer in a wheelchair but struggle with daily pain. I have many other ailments but this isn't about me. My girls have had a lot to contend with i am ashamed to say i tried to commit suicide a few time over the last 6 years because of numerous problems i stupidly believed that my girls would be better off without me. However we pulled through together they both left school with amazing results 14 and 16 gcse,s respectively. I did my best throughout everything to make sure they did well at school. Then tragedy struck our family. My dad came to stay with me as he had become ill only 2 weeks earlier he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer my girls went to a firework display with there dad i went to take my dad his favorite fish and chips i walked in the room and he had died i stood on the spot for what seemed like an eternity and was saying out loud omg omg omg. My girls new as soon as they walked in the door an were hysterical they loved there granddad an amazing musician. we arranged the funeral his jazz band were to be there me and my eldest brother ken and my dad were called the 3 amigos we were so close but my brother who was only 44 had been ill as well. it was the 5th of november 2007 that my dad died his funeral was to be for the following monday. Then early friday morning the 9th of november my phone rang it was my mum my brother had died in his sleep to say we were devestated is an understatement. we had to cancel my dads funeral and held a joint service for them both. our lives have never been the same. my eldest daughter emma has been offered a place at university but as a single disabled mum there is no way i can pay for her. she really wants to be a fashion designer and has made some amazing items a university has seen her potential but i cannot nearlly afford the fees etc. I would ask for anything at all pennies would even help. Emma has made a amazing dress photos can be sent and some non wearable items which are also amazing that she is prepared to autcion to help. also if anyone would like to read what our local paper reported please go to the following link http://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/local/family_struck_by_double_tragedy_1_422364 i know there are many many people in a worse position than us but at the moment i am even struggling to pay our rent and utility bills in fact our rent is due in a week and i dont have it now. please if anyone could help it would be amazing but if not thank you for reading my plea yours sincerely simone wood

I have never done anything like this in my life before but times are hard and if it helps get my daughter her dream i am willing to give it a go. I am a 44 year old single disabled mum of the most beautiful 2 daughters. emma-louise who is 17 and sarah who is 16. I have numerous health problems one being cause by my ex over ten years ago hurting me so bad i ended up in a wheelchair for over a year. I am no longer in a wheelchair but struggle with daily pain. I have many other ailments but this isn't about me. My girls have had a lot to contend with i am ashamed to say i tried to commit suicide a few time over the last 6 years because of numerous problems i stupidly believed that my girls would be better off without me. However we pulled through together they both left school with amazing results 14 and 16 gcse,s respectively. I did my best throughout everything to make sure they did well at school. Then tragedy struck our family. My dad came to stay with me as he had become ill only 2 weeks earlier he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer my girls went to a firework display with there dad i went to take my dad his favorite fish and chips i walked in the room and he had died i stood on the spot for what seemed like an eternity and was saying out loud omg omg omg. My girls new as soon as they walked in the door an were hysterical they loved there granddad an amazing musician. we arranged the funeral his jazz band were to be there me and my eldest brother ken and my dad were called the 3 amigos we were so close but my brother who was only 44 had been ill as well. it was the 5th of november 2007 that my dad died his funeral was to be for the following monday. Then early friday morning the 9th of november my phone rang it was my mum my brother had died in his sleep to say we were devestated is an understatement. we had to cancel my dads funeral and held a joint service for them both. our lives have never been the same. my eldest daughter emma has been offered a place at university but as a single disabled mum there is no way i can pay for her. she really wants to be a fashion designer and has made some amazing items a university has seen her potential but i cannot nearlly afford the fees etc. I would ask for anything at all pennies would even help. Emma has made a amazing dress photos can be sent and some non wearable items which are also amazing that she is prepared to autcion to help. also if anyone would like to read what our local paper reported please go to the following link http://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/local/family_struck_by_double_tragedy_1_422364 i know there are many many people in a worse position than us but at the moment i am even struggling to pay our rent and utility bills in fact our rent is due in a week and i dont have it now. please if anyone could help it would be amazing but if not thank you for reading my plea yours sincerely simone wood

Sept 4 2011 I had a near death accident someone hit me on my bike and put me out for months in hospital I am still suffering but like many jobs they have no medical.so I got bills for life.i worked so hard to keep my family happy and now we are hurting I was the only one working my family needs help I'm sorry I tried but but I'm injured for life.god bless any one who can help

Please help! I am going to India with a group of people to work with some in kids in a very poor area of the country. Most of my cost is already covered, but I am short $1000. I need to have the final payment by January 16th in order to finalize my airfare or I lose the $2000 I have already paid. I would have had the full funds myself, but my husbands car broke down and that expense and several other major unexpected financial situations)left us with only a very small amount to live on for the remainder of the month, which we can do, but losing $2000 is much more difficult than asking for help. Unlike many people, we did not celebrate Christmas with extravangent gifts...we spent almost nothing on Christmas, so please don't think because of the holidays we have over extended ourselves and that is the reason I'm asking for help. I'm asking because there are hurting, starving children in India that need the help my group is planning to provide. This is not a trip to have a glamorous vacation, this is to strictly help bring some love & hope to these children...I won't post most of the details here, because of the nature of our work and need for security, but interested parties can either donate trusting the money will be used for a good moral purpose or you can email me and I will answer your questions the best way I can in a more private manner. Thanks you in advance for blessing the children!

Hello,
I'm a Struggling Author, my book was released in 2010 with no real hope for getting it to the market, deriving from my real life story of how I had to struggle from the pain and the shame of my father's way of showing me that he loved me, my life went in turmoil, with no purpose in living, I found myself running from place to place, after my husband no longer wanted me when he found out that my twisted mined daddy had taken my Innocent. Domestic violence, Rape and Incest is no joke, At a very young age of 13, I experienced all three crimes in ways no human should have to face. My father carried a 45 automatic hand gun threatening to kill me if I tell, when I beg him not to touch me, he would stand off a few feet from me and hit me in the head with Apples and Oranges. The migraines became so severe until I could not do anything but go to bed and keep my head tied tight with a scarf until the pain would ease. As I grew older, I became more reserved not wanting to be around too many people, I would sing in night clubs at night and play for churches on Sundays just to keep a roof over my head. I did not have any real friends, and some of them told me they would not have chosen me for a friend. When I would get a Job, most of the time I would get fired or quit because I could not stand any kind of authority, my father always interfered in anything that I made an attempt to do, he would come to the school and embarrass me in front of my class mate, telling me to get my ass in the car and let's go. I"m truly a survivor, sharing my story and listening to others sharing their story made me realize that there are many people out their hurting from the same things or maybe a difference kind of hurt. My Center will be a resource center where you can get healing from the inside and peace of mind knowing that you are somebody, we will mentor, counsel, do training with professional, Practitioners, self help tapes,good source of water for detox, we are a nonprofit org. with lots of love to give and a friendly environment. I would like to build my center with 1 1/2 ache of land included for 1/2 Million. Anyone out there that can help me to make this happen will be blessed. Buildings are just to high to rent, and grants along will not cover all of the cost to run this type of business. If I can build this center, I can use grant money, for fundraiser , marketing, Vendors, bake sales, I live now on Social Security Supplement. If you will open up your heart I will be most grateful. You can contact me through Paypal May God Bless!!

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Three years ago we adopted a beagle from the local SPCA. She was 27 pounds and had her ribs poking out. We got her upto a healthy happy 50 lbs. She has stomach issues, is timid.. But she is the sweetest girl. She comes up to everyone she meets sits and waits to be loved on. Doesn't bark at all. Wags her tail every time you talk to her. She runs to the door when it's time for a drive. Her favorite treat is beggin strips. Her favorite spot in the house is daddy's side of the bed.
She is in all matters our baby. I came home today to find her left shoulder swollen and she was having a hard time walking. I took her to the Vet ER. They shaved her and believe that she was bit by a spider. They are keeping her overnight. Giving her fluids, antibiotics, and pain medicine. Even though she is hurting, her tail is wagging.
The total vet bill is over 700.00 dollars so far. I will be picking her up in the morning. Over the past year we have pushed our credit cards to the limit. I was able to come up with the money. But now I don't have money for the rent. And the vet is expecting her to need more care over the next couple of days as the skin "sluffs" off.
My husband and I don't have any family to turn to. I have never begged for money. I've always been able to push through any of life's difficulties. I cried all evening that I'm unable to come up with any more money. Any help will go towards the 700 dollars that I've shorted my budget and to prevent bounced checks.

May God Bless you this Christmas.

Angel's mom & Dad

I truly understand why people wind up doing crazy and stupid stuff. The pressures of society and the inpending doom we face in the financial world is hard enough, but to deal with your own problems then have everyone else complain about how the didn't buy the new iPad because they already have 2 is just annoying to say the least. I am not even sure people come to these sites and actually do anything but make fun of the people that are hurting, losing everything and everyone. No can you see why death seems so much more easy to cope with. People grieve for short period and move on with their lives, and the person who is dead, doesn't have to deal anymore. Honestly, I am in need of $3500 as soon as I can find it or foreclosure will become of me and family. At least the last option will give them money from insurance. So, if you actually read this and are one of the VERY FEW PEOPLE that care, a buck to spare is all I need to get started.

Sincerely,

Returning my box of chocolates.

Hello everyone, this is a very tough and uncomfortable topic to advertise, but I try hard to be an honest moral Christian, and I didn't know where else to turn. I gave birth to my 7 year old daughter during my first year of college when I was 19. Soon thereafter her father left town, and cut off all contact with us. Meanwhile his stepfather has always stayed in contact with her. Often taking her to a movie or to the park, etc. My daughter started complaining that she was hurting, and upon medical evaluation it was determined that she has been molested and sodamized. The police department was called, within a week's time they questioned everyone she came in contact with, excluding her "step" grandfather who holds a prominent position in a vary prestigious government agency. To make a long story short, I was fired from my job at the local hospital due to this incident, he comes and picks my daughter up from school whenever he wishes, brings her home and when I say anything, he tries to force himself on me. He has told me I better leave town. I am constantly being watched day and night, to be honest i'm scared form the life of my daughter, and I need to leave town, but I have no money to do so. Any help anyone can give to help us move would be greatly appreciated. The cost of the move will be roughly $2,000 dollars. As of now I have $800 of that, I will accept any amount you are willing to give. Thank You, Sonny Fisher!

Hi im a 21 year out female in nee of a back operation in order to work. Imin pain every day and my health covage was cut from the gov becuase im not pregnet or have a kid. Please help. I want to be able to walk without hurting.

I am in need, over here in United Kingdom I am trying to make ends meet, so hard when everything is skyrocketed, fuel is 9.50 a gal which blows my mind, I am trying to get around to car dealers to get them interested in my company and its not easy when your hurting for cash and everything seems to be hard to meet. If you understand and been there I surely could use some help up, to make it so I can at least get back on my feet again, I am determine and feel that people in this world truly still care about one another, if you can give to my cause please every little bit would truly help in my situation, I have prayed over this request and I am giving this up to the Lord, I know he is able to touch someone so that this need is meant, my faith says someone will be touched to give and I trust the Lord is got my prayer answered, I am believing that the Lord will bring a increase to whoever blesses me and my family, I thank the Lord for your faith
God bless

Hi I don't know what to say...
I am a golden hearted girl trying to make a stand in the world.
I have a peace song dedicated to the Vets,Cultures,Children,Broken and Bruised of the World.
I have put my heart into standing up for my beliefs and people who have been hurt. I have lost people who I thought were my friends because I caught them hurting a child. This has hurt my heart greatly. I want to be an inspirational person. I want to help further empower people to be themselves {to thine ownself be true} I have overcome obstacles such as molestation and abuse myself to help these other people. I need just $2,000 to get a vehicle to be free of my familys negativity and control so that I can travel south and put my faith and energy into a dream. It is so important that I get out of here. Its actually a desperate situation I am in. I am surrounded by lots of people abusing substances and being emotionally abusive themselves. My own family is racist and rich but won't help me because they percieved my peace song to be an "anti-bush anthem" its alot of heartbreak and i feel if i could just get away from them and be with the people of the world-then my own heart could finally be at peace....
email me: clarissacares@care2.com

I'm currently in need of new brakes for my car. They have been grinding for quite a while now and I'm getting nervous that I'll end up hurting myself or others getting to and from work. I currently work at a job that is in the process of being liquidated but haven't been able to apply for many new jobs due to not wanting to cause undue stress on my car. I'm losing sleep over this because of the stress and could really use help in anyway.

Ok my husband is in the army and is going through his advanced individual training course and my two year old daughter and I have been living with my father who is financially hurting. I have been here for 7 months and the first month I was here I found out I was pregnant with my second child due in september. Well all my husbands pay has been going to buying baby items, feeding our daughter, paying our couple bills and also helping my father immensely. We have literally no more to give because at the end of august we have to move to our duty station and buy a car. My father has a water bill that I promised to help pay before I found out we had to move so soon and he's counting on the $300 for it because he cannot pay it himself and if he doesn't pay it he gets kicked out (along with my step mother and her two kids and me and my two year old daughter) because he pays it to the landlord and it's a 3 month bill and paying the rent/water bill on time is in the lease agreement and he breaks lease if it's not paid. I really need this $300 for him and I just can't afford to give it to him out of our money that we need for a car, move, and two kids... Please please help.

My husband and I have been married for ten years. We have two little girls, aged 5 and 2. In the past three years I have been diagnosed with two potentially life-threatening illnesses. I have literally spent hundreds of days in the hospital away from my family. I have undergone 5 major surgeries and at least ten minor ones, and do not know what the future brings. I am college educated and until becoming ill had a full-time, well-paying career. I am now unable to work, and am fighting the long drawn-out disability fight. My husband is still employed, but misses a great deal of work to care for me and our children. Our finances have taken a terrible hit, and we are currently living one step above homeless. Our families have done what they could to help us keep our heads above water, and as a result we have been able to keep our one modest vehicle which is nearly paid off. We do not have any other debts (other than medical bills). No credit cards, etc. I even lost my wedding ring as it came down to either feeding my children or wearing gold and diamonds on my hand. Our friends have taken us in on a temporary basis, but they too are very financially hurting, and so our family of four has moved in on top of their family of four into a two bedroom, one bathroom trailer home that is quite literally falling apart. We are not here to beg for a million dollars. We are asking for the kindness of strangers to reach out to us to help us get enough money together to find a place of our own. We need a few months' rent and a security deposit, so that we can get our family into a stable environment. My oldest daughter starts kindergarten this fall and I do not even know where we will be living. My husband has a stable, decent paying job but it just isn't enough to get us moved and settled. Please consider doing whatever you are able to do to help us keep our family together while I fight these debilitating illnesses. We adore our babies and want so much to provide them with all that they deserve. I pray someday that my illnesses will finally find treatment(s) that will allow me to return to work. Until then we must rely on the kindness of strangers to help us get onto our feet. Thank you so kindly for taking the time to read our story, and for considering offering to help us.