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I`ve never asked for anything before, I`m usually very good about taking care of my family and keeping things in private no matter how bad they are but I`m hoping my good karma will come back to me now.
I am a stay at home mother who doesn`t just sit around eating bon-bons all day with my kid. My son is 15 months old, with Achondroplasia, which is a type of dwarfism. He got it from his father. I lost my job of 5 years December 26th 2011, because I was sick. Lost the unemployment hearing too. Since then I`ve helped out by doing survey sites and other odd jobs online, as well as housekeeping and babysitting and whatever I could in the real world.
Our son needs alot of one-on-one time. He just had head surgery April 10th and is still recovering, though he has improved drastically from it. The day we came home from the hospital, April 13th, my husband was fired for taking the 3 days off to be in the hospital with us 2 hrs upstate. He lost the unemployment hearing as well. Same boss, we both lost to him. Sucks but we have to move on.
Well then to add to the pile our landlord bailed on us. We`ve been sitting around with the rent wondering why no one has come to get it. Turns out he ran off with some woman somewhere, left half the houses to his wife to rent out, and the other half to his brother...who doesn`t want to rent. He already has a buyer too, who doesn`t want us in here.
We`re sitting on a ticking time bomb, basically hiding because we can`t afford to pay rent here and pay to get out. Our lease has been up for 3 months anyway.
Now as luck would have it we found a place, and we have half the money to get in, but the lady can`t help us out with the deposit. She`s been nice enough to hold it for us for now, but we need the money to get in.

My husband just landed a job, but he doesn`t start for another 2-3 weeks and then its mostly training. Tonight both us and the dogs had ramen noodles for dinner, and we are running out of formula for the baby..Wic isn`t available for another 3 days. We need something, anything. I`m not asking for alot, just a dollar or anything you can find in yourself to help us out. Anything would be appreciated.

Thanks.
The paypal listed is our roommates. He is currently paying all the bills himself except the rent so he can`t help put anything aside for the move.

I live with my fiancee and two dogs. Currently I am the only one working because he lost his job it is so hard to get a job in this economy. i only work part-time and get minimum wage. After getting gas and paying bills there is no money left over in my paycheck so the past few months we've been eating ramen noodles and cheap foods. It would be wonderful to get some help until we can get back on our feet. Thank you for your kindness!

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.

I no longer have a reliable means to get to work and everyone at my job (including myself) was given pay cuts. I am single dad that needs financial help. Rent and food has been an issue. We haven't been able to go grocery shopping in almost a month. We have been eating peanut butter and jelly and raman noodles. We also haven't been able to pay for this months rent. Any kind person, please help us.

I no longer have a reliable means to get to work and everyone at my job (including myself) was given pay cuts. I am single dad that needs financial help. Rent and food has been an issue. We haven't been able to go grocery shopping in almost a month. We have been eating peanut butter and jelly and raman noodles. We also haven't been able to pay for this months rent. Any kind person, please help us.

I no longer have a reliable means to get to work and everyone at my job (including myself) was given pay cuts. I am single dad that needs financial help. Rent and food has been an issue. We haven't been able to go grocery shopping in almost a month. We have been eating peanut butter and jelly and raman noodles. We also haven't been able to pay for this months rent. Any kind person, please help us.

I no longer have a reliable means to get to work and everyone at my job (including myself) was given pay cuts. I am single dad that needs financial help. Rent and food has been an issue. We haven't been able to go grocery shopping in almost a month. We have been eating peanut butter and jelly and raman noodles. We also haven't been able to pay for this months rent. Any kind person, please help us.

Cliche but true, I'm trying to finish my first novel but half-finished books don't bring much money. I left the military (honorable discharge) after my four years because the life just wasn't for me. I thought I would find a job easily but it's been over a year now that I remain unemployed. The 'break' has enabled me to get started on my dream of making a living writing but after 25 chapters (out of a planned 40) my funds are dry. I have one meal a day and I've gotten deathly sick of noodles and cheap pizza but it's all I can afford. Help!

I am a single mom. I have always worked hard to support myself and my children. Unfortunately, there comes a time in life when no matter how hard you try to make ends meet, you need a little help. I have always helped others in need, even if it meant giving my last dollar. I would do it without even thinking twice.

I have been out of work for a while now. I have done without food to make sure my children have food.
You would be amazed at the things you can do with Ramen Noodles if you just try.
I truly am in need of a kind soul to help with paying my bills.

I just need a little help getting back on my feet....If you can find it in your heart to donate I would be more then grateful.
Thank you for reading.

If you cannot donate for my family, find it in your heart to help or give to someone else. You never know when you will be the one in need.

I need Financial help to make my Rent this coming Month. Hopefully, it's no more than 50.00, I don't know how many more medications that I will need or cut back on,panic disorder and Agoraphobia being the main issues that I have. I don't mind eating ramen noodles or not eating at all some days, I do need to keep a roof over my head and to have my most important meds. I'm on disability, but that only goes so far. I can pay it back, 5-10.00 a Month. Thanks for considering helping me, and for your Time

I am a single mother and grandmother. Both my daughter and grandchild live in the home with me. I work night shift so I can take care of my grandchild while my daughter goes to school and works(and she barely makes enough for her gas and diapers for the baby). We can't afford childcare, and being the baby can't speak in sentences we don't want her in daycare anyware.

Because I care for my grandchild during the day I can't get another job to help with expenses. Currently all of my check goes to rent, my car expenses so I can get to and from work, and my lights. After that I have nothing left over for food, usually just enough for about a weeks worth of Ramen noodles and some snacks for the baby.

I've pawned everything I can pawn. I have 1 television left, and that is what my grandbaby watches PBS on....so I can't pawn that! I'm losing my furniture this week...but thats neither here nor there, my concern is what is my family going to eat tomorrow. I can stand to lose a few pounds, but how can I look at them, especially a 2yr old, knowing they're hungry!

I also have to take our dog to the shelter because she's hungry as well. She has only had scraps from what little bit of food we had....I can't feed her either.

It's so embarrassing to be in this kind of situation. I look at my coworkers and wonder if they realize I'm skipping meals, that I have hunger headaches.

Anyhelp that anyone can give me would be so appreciated. $1 can buy almost 6 packs of Ramen noodles at Walmart! That would seem like a Thanksgiving feast right now.

Thanks for anything that you can do!

I was recently suprised with divorce papers, for no other reason than my husband decided he wanted an open marriage that I was not in agreement with. I have always worked, but he was the main provider. I am now on my own and barely able to make ends meet. I have moved to a new town and have a new job, but I am in over my head. I am seriously eating tuna and ramen noodles every day. My car will be paid off in November, and then I should be okay. Until then, I need help. Please, if you can, help me. Whatever you can do will be greatly appreciated. All donations will be used to pay off maxed out credit cards and past due bills. I just need some help until November. Thank you so much for your consideration.

Like many wide eyed young students, I was under the impression that getting a 4 year degree would help me snag a pretty sweet job. Likewise, like many graduates, I have come to the realization that this promise is a tall tale spun by universities and lenders trying to leach off my future living funds. If I take the suggested route to pay back these student loans I will, in fact, be paying a total of $182,00 after interest attacks.

To help combat this large sum of debt (and this extra $82,000 I didn't even spend on anything) I have decided to take every possible route I can to ensure that my parents can live life knowing their daughter can afford to eat.

My first steps: I am moving to a state where I can make more money (alone and scared, but ready to pay these suckers off). I am also giving up any luxuries I once afforded myself (Ramen noodles are quickly becoming my best friend) and (as you can see) begging for money. Just $1 from 100,0000 people could knock this debt out. I am relying on my own determination as well as on the kindness of strangers.

I am also toying with the ideas of 1. faking my own death and building a raft to float to another country, 2. joining the Peace Corps, because I heard they might pay off some of your debt, or 3. becoming a stripper, because the jobs I have found so far afford less money than my last resort (which is number 3, so you know).

So, in summation, I would like to ask all you strangers out there to donate even a penny to my sad circumstance. In return for a larger sum I could draw or paint someone a pretty picture and update them as my situation progresses. I also make a wonderful pen pal. All you have to do is check out my PayPal. For a dollar a month you could help me meet the basic necessities of life (such as food and not faking my own death).

Thank you for your time.

I never thought I would be here, doing anything like this. Normally I would be the person reading and donating to others. Now I find myself on the other side of the table and so far nothing. I am the mom to two wonderful beautiful kids. A 9year old son and 8year old daughter. Worked hard for years and now it seems that we may lose everything we have built. I owe about $1200 in mortgage payments. I have been paying everything I can, I have never just missed a payment but havent been able to make a full payment in about four months. I have been looking for work for about 5 hours each day which has also depleated the finances with the price of gas. I can do without everything myself, but not my babies. I can't bear the thought of them without a home to live in. They have never complained about anything, if we had to eat noodles for a week they just ate the noodles and were happy. I can't ask them to act happy about living in the van. I just can't. I do my best to shield them from all of out adult problems and the thought of telling them they may lose everything they've ever known breaks my heart, I cry thinking about it. If someone, anyone can help. I know it's tight for everyone out there, I feel bad even asking. The way I figure is I have always tried to help even when it was hard for me to do so. I dont expect anyone to put themselves out for us, my only hope is that someone that is fortunate enough to help without putting themselves in my position may decide to do so. I would be forever grateful and in your debt, also any and all prayers are appreciated. There is truly power in prayer. Yours Humbly,
A desperate mommy.

I never thought I would be here, doing anything like this. Normally I would be the person reading and donating to others. Now I find myself on the other side of the table and so far nothing. I am the mom to two wonderful beautiful kids. A 9year old son and 8year old daughter. Worked hard for years and now it seems that we may lose everything we have built. I owe about $1200 in mortgage payments. I have been paying everything I can, I have never just missed a payment but havent been able to make a full payment in about four months. I have been looking for work for about 5 hours each day which has also depleated the finances with the price of gas. I can do without everything myself, but not my babies. I can't bear the thought of them without a home to live in. They have never complained about anything, if we had to eat noodles for a week they just ate the noodles and were happy. I can't ask them to act happy about living in the van. I just can't. I do my best to shield them from all of out adult problems and the thought of telling them they may lose everything they've ever known breaks my heart, I cry thinking about it. If someone, anyone can help. I know it's tight for everyone out there, I feel bad even asking. The way I figure is I have always tried to help even when it was hard for me to do so. I dont expect anyone to put themselves out for us, my only hope is that someone that is fortunate enough to help without putting themselves in my position may decide to do so. I would be forever grateful and in your debt, also any and all prayers are appreciated. There is truly power in prayer. Yours Humbly,
A desperate mommy.

I never thought I would be here, doing anything like this. Normally I would be the person reading and donating to others. Now I find myself on the other side of the table and so far nothing. I am the mom to two wonderful beautiful kids. A 9year old son and 8year old daughter. Worked hard for years and now it seems that we may lose everything we have built. I owe about $1200 in mortgage payments. I have been paying everything I can, I have never just missed a payment but havent been able to make a full payment in about four months. I have been looking for work for about 5 hours each day which has also depleated the finances with the price of gas. I can do without everything myself, but not my babies. I can't bear the thought of them without a home to live in. They have never complained about anything, if we had to eat noodles for a week they just ate the noodles and were happy. I can't ask them to act happy about living in the van. I just can't. I do my best to shield them from all of out adult problems and the thought of telling them they may lose everything they've ever known breaks my heart, I cry thinking about it. If someone, anyone can help. I know it's tight for everyone out there, I feel bad even asking. The way I figure is I have always tried to help even when it was hard for me to do so. I dont expect anyone to put themselves out for us, my only hope is that someone that is fortunate enough to help without putting themselves in my position may decide to do so. I would be forever grateful and in your debt, also any and all prayers are appreciated. There is truly power in prayer. Yours Humbly,
A desperate mommy.

I never thought I would be here, doing anything like this. Normally I would be the person reading and donating to others. Now I find myself on the other side of the table and so far nothing. I am the mom to two wonderful beautiful kids. A 9year old son and 8year old daughter. Worked hard for years and now it seems that we may lose everything we have built. I owe about $1200 in mortgage payments. I have been paying everything I can, I have never just missed a payment but havent been able to make a full payment in about four months. I have been looking for work for about 5 hours each day which has also depleated the finances with the price of gas. I can do without everything myself, but not my babies. I can't bear the thought of them without a home to live in. They have never complained about anything, if we had to eat noodles for a week they just ate the noodles and were happy. I can't ask them to act happy about living in the van. I just can't. I do my best to shield them from all of out adult problems and the thought of telling them they may lose everything they've ever known breaks my heart, I cry thinking about it. If someone, anyone can help. I know it's tight for everyone out there, I feel bad even asking. The way I figure is I have always tried to help even when it was hard for me to do so. I dont expect anyone to put themselves out for us, my only hope is that someone that is fortunate enough to help without putting themselves in my position may decide to do so. I would be forever grateful and in your debt, also any and all prayers are appreciated. There is truly power in prayer. Yours Humbly,
A desperate mommy.

I never thought I would be here, doing anything like this. Normally I would be the person reading and donating to others. Now I find myself on the other side of the table and so far nothing. I am the mom to two wonderful beautiful kids. A 9year old son and 8year old daughter. Worked hard for years and now it seems that we may lose everything we have built. I owe about $1200 in mortgage payments. I have been paying everything I can, I have never just missed a payment but havent been able to make a full payment in about four months. I have been looking for work for about 5 hours each day which has also depleated the finances with the price of gas. I can do without everything myself, but not my babies. I can't bear the thought of them without a home to live in. They have never complained about anything, if we had to eat noodles for a week they just ate the noodles and were happy. I can't ask them to act happy about living in the van. I just can't. If someone, anyone can help. I know it's tight for everyone out there, I feel bad even asking. The way I figure is I have always tried to help even when it was hard for me to do so. I dont expect anyone to put themselves out for us, my only hope is that someone that is fortunate enough to help without putting themselves in my position may decide to do so. I would be forever grateful and in your debt, also any and all prayers are appreciated. There is truly power in prayer. Yours Humbly,
A desperate mommy.

So the girl I've been in love with for years has a birthday coming up, and I can't afford anything at all. Been paying off travel expenses and such, and so I've been living off of ramen for the past month or so. (Gotten to the point where I feel I'm a connoisseur of 25 cent noodles). Anyway, her birthday is in just a couple weeks and I wanna do something special. She calls me her best friend, but that's about it. So I'm hoping to "make a move" after giving her a great birthday. The problem is, I can't afford making that great day happen at the moment. Hence my being here. Endless thanks in advance.

I just moved out on my own. I am an eighteen year old female who is really scared of being evicted. I can only afford 3/4 my rent and that does no include my other bills. I don't even know how long I will have internet, lights or hot water. I need something to help me out right now.
I am attending college and can't even afford ramen noodles right now. I am starving!
If I had anyone in this state, or any family at all, I would ask them for help.

Any donation will help me. I've struggled my whole life and I'm asking someone...anyone to help me with this right now.

Here is a link to the Paypal account I set up for donations..
Please use it and PLEASE HELP ME.
:(

https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=KS4TJMC4J4T8Q

Hey everyone, I'm a 23 year old student in San Francisco, California. I moved here on my own to go to college with some savings. I'm taking classes at City College of San Francisco with hopes of transferring to Golden Gate University later on.
I'm originally from Virginia, and when I left home to follow my heart, I didn't realize life in the westcoast was very expensive and on top of that there's budget cuts in education so no financial aid for me?? I do work part time and I've been trying to apply for a second job with no luck for almost one year!
I pay my bills on time, but my diet is horrible. I think sodium from all those Ramen noodles may kill me one day, hopefully after I graduate at least. I'm dying to have a taste of any other food besides Ramen, so any donations I will thank you every meal I get to eat. Thanks again guys, have a good day.

-Matt

Hi, my name is Liz, and I'm sick of eating ramon noodles. So why am I still eating them? Because I'm poor. Not only am I poor, I'm trying to go to school full time, without the aid of a job. Sadly, there are days I can't even afford ramon (like when it's time to buy books) and on those days I wander around town, fighting hobos for cans and other recyclables.

Please help me, I might now win the next hobo fight.

My name is Barbara and I only receive $140 a month from welfare since my unemployment benefits ran out in March of 2010. I have nothing left. I have a year left before I obtain a bachelor's degree and I am diligently looking for work, daily. I have a son who is in college and also unemployed, we are accruing massive debt but don't know what else to do to get a job. We have no food, no pet food, and our computer is on its last leg. We need clothes, I don't have decent shoes or clothes to go to an interview. We are out of toitlet tissue, toothpaste, soap, shampoo and laundry detergent. I don't know what to do, no one seems to care. The food banks are out of food and the ones that do have it, have very little. We have been eating oodles of noodles for weeks and I have high blood pressure and high cholesterol and shouldn't be eating this but it is all that I can afford. Please someone help us, I can't even afford to pay for paypal to receive a donation. However my email address is babbcarney@yahoo.com Please someone hear my cries for help!! I am afraid for my family and pets. I have worked all of my life and I want to work again, now!!! I am frustrated and worried all of the time. Mine and my son's quality of life is gone yet we still keep trying by furthering our education but we need jobs. Until then we need someone to help us, if they would find some compassion in their hearts. I don't like to do this but I have resorted to this as the last option. Please help in any way would help, it does not have to be cash. It could be food, clothes, pet food, computer, shoes, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, deodorant, etc. We have lost our pride and dignity and have resorted to begging. I am crying as I type. Please someone help us!!! When I work again, I will do as much as I can to repay you. Please don't turn away from us, we need you! Is anyone out there that might have it in their heart to help in any way? Anything would be greatly appreciated...from the bottom of my heart. If you email me, I can send my address or phone number. I have a government issued cell phone with limited minutes available, so if you could email me first it would be great! Thanks to all who might even consider helping me and my family, at least one time.

Ive never done such a thing. But I have found myself in the bottom of tha barrel. I am a young single mom trying to go to school (cant afford to go) still living with mom, who can barely keep up with the house bills. And I do work, but all my money goes to trying to pay bills for my moms house. I am the second to oldest of 6 kids, so yes four of them still live here. It is stremely hard, I already have 1200 on student loans, and I have some medical bills, among other loans I took out to buy my vehicle. I dont know what to do anymore!! I really hope this does work, and somebody is kind enough to dated ANYTHING they can, I will deeply appreciate it. I just want my family and myself to get up on our feet, pay for my school, and eliminate some of my debt. Here at the house all we eat is ramen noodles! WE honestly never have been this poor. I feel useless when I see my brothers and my sister, asking my mom for money for lab fees etc. for their school and she cant give them 20 dollars! I barely have enough for my gas money to go to work. But I really dont want to stay this way. I want to go to school, get a good job and support my son, he is only 2. I dont want to be working for many years just to try and make ends meet and next thing you know Im old and never did anything with my life because I was too busy working :( I have good intentions, I want to help my mom, raise my child, and go to school. I honestly cant remember the last time I went to the store to buy myself something nice. Ever since my son was born everything i do and get has been for him. But unfortunatly I cant even do that much and give him all I can because I have to help my mom too. If anyone actually read this, please help me. I dont know what else to do.