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I live in a third world country and I have done well for myself. I was working on a project that came to an end in November 2012. I have not been employed since. I am a single mother and live with my mother and three children. Because my past job required a lot of travel I opened a joint account with my mother so that when I am away she has access to moneys for the kids. I noticed a few years ago after my father’s death that my mother started forgetting a lot and repeats herself but I just thought to myself it was old age and our doctor stated it was a bit of depression.
But it escalated. I was shocked that while away working one of my kids called to say they have no money. I asked my mom what was going on as I left over EC $20,000 in the account. Upon trying to get clarification I realized my mom was sounding crazy. She began crying and abusing me on the phone saying that I am accusing her of thieving my money after all she does for me. All I was trying to do was understand what had happened to the money so I did sound a bit stern and upset with her. Subsequently my mom’s behavior worsened and she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, which she has not and does not accept. She hates me for it and blames me for the doctor’s diagnosis.
Since the contract ended we have been surviving on some of my personal savings from another account. I have been job hunting in my country and tried looking for work from home opportunities online. I started writing a novel also to see if I can sell it online. Because of my qualifications and education I never thought I would find myself in such a situation and tried all I could before deciding to try this. I don’t know how I am going to pay the bills or provide food anymore as my money finishes at the end of this month and although I am a Christian and I should have faith. I find myself being very very scared. I try not to let my children know what’s going on. They know our lifestyle has changed but they don’t know the seriousness. They are bright and intelligent and I will not want them to be affected. I thank you in advance for the help you will give me.

Dealing with the Shock loss of finances due to my moms alzeihmers condition

I am 29 yrs and I never grew up to know my mum as she died immediately after my birth.My dad died 3yrs ago in Pennsylvania,I'm the only daughter of my folks.I grew up in Ambler PA. My ex-boyfriend,David Gareth was very cruel to me, he absconded with my dad's money which was kept with me after a completion of a contract in EAST Pennsylvania When My ex-boyfriend got absconded with the undisclosed sum of US dollars, this brought the first brake up between me and my dad, because he thought we had the deal together, but not knowing that I'm innocent about this. So my dad has been harsh and tough on me about this,i am too vulnerable when it comes to relationships that was why my ex boyfriends used me allot.After all these happened to me and caused by my Ex boyfriend, I joined a dating site( www.singlesnet.com) where I met a African guy online here who promised heaven and earth that he wants to marry me and to be a with me for eternity; I was so, happy that I never knew I was going from Fry-pan to Fire". The African guy told me of an investment opportunity in African and he convinced me to come along with loads of money when coming down. On getting here, all his intention was to take away the money from me, play me and leave me on my own. I came from the United States with all the money I've gotten from my Dad's business and contracts remuneration. Because the African guy told me of an idea to invest in African sculptures here. When I got here, he made all possible means to get the money from me and get away with my money.When I noticed this, I took the money and my traveling boxes and deposited it with a Security/Insurance Company here in African in order to save myself and my assets. Thereafter I left the Guy's apartment to an hotel where I am in right now and from which I am communicating to you right now. My friends warned me before i went on this journey, i actually sold everything i had back home , i thought i had a life with this African guy, since most guys back home where in for just sex and some money.I lost all my friends. That is why i wanted to know if you are not like these two guys i mentioned, i really want to be loved for who i am, but i need a caring Man that i can spend the rest of my life with....i hope it is you.Well, let me hang on here till I hear from you. I hope someone will understand all that i have said.
Regards
Beauty Diva

bdiva55@yahoo.com

I need to rasie some money for my medical bills. I am 40 years old and a single mother of 3 children. I have had my share of medical problems from Stroke to depression but last year was the icing on the cake. I had went to my cousins' house and was helping him with arrangements for his wifes funeral (breast cancer) when I couldn't sleep. And when I say I couldn't sleep it was 4 days before I could fall asleep. I thought that it was just stress and noticed my shorts falling off. So I weighted myself and was in shock. Before the trip I weighted 248lbs but the scale said 219lbs. I couldn't figure what was going on because I had been eating more than ever. So I left my cousin and came home and went to my doctor. He wanted to run some test, he felt a lump in my throat. The Ultrasound showed some nodules and needed to have a biopsy. During the biopsy the doctor mentioned the spots to be calcified which meant noting to worry about. I was so happy. Then the next day my doctor called me at home and said we need to talk. I told him I know it's nothing since it was calcified and he said no that it is cancer. That a rare number of people will have this type of cancer. So I am unlucky. How can I be that 1 person in a million. Why couldn't I have hit the lottery. I am unable to work due to the dizzyspells and the fainting I have from this. I also have the shakes so bad that I look as if I will spill everything I touch. I had welfare insurance which covers the treatments but I am required to work for the system to keep the insurance and my doctor and my body will not allow this. I have worked all my life in the medical field until I became ill. I have applied for SSD and had to appeal the out come because this type of cancer is not covered by there means. So I am now stuck. I need surgury but have no means to pay. My doctor is willing to allow me to make payments while I get treatment but still need to upfront a part of the cost before they can do anything. So please help me.

Hi
I am a 36 year old man whose life took a wrong turn, when i was 15 my father died in front of me and i soon went off the rails, drugs booze, living rough,i have very little self beleaf but and dont even think that this will get noticed, i just want to start my own window cleaning business and feel a bit of pride in my life, have a goal you know some kind of achievement. any amount of money will help no matter how small.i Need to raise £2000, Please Help me.
thnak you for taking time to read this.
God Speed.

Dear all,
Thank you for showing your interest and reading my story.
The saying about foolish middle age women is not a myth. I’m one of them. My name is Pat.

To make a long story short; my partner I met when I was 41, succeeded in 2 years to gain total control over me, my life and everything I ever worked for. He did it so cleverly and smoothly that I didn’t even noticed when I had simply nothing, no one and nowhere to go.

When he had me in his hand, he turned from a gentle, clever, kind and loving man into a tyrant, abuser, dipsomaniac and sadist. When my paralysis and apathy got to big I obviously was no sport anymore. One day he took whatever suited him (mine, his or gained together) and left me with piles of unpaid bills, debts taken in my name I didn’t know of and far too high rent for one person to carry.

But I’m a fighter! I’m a survivor. I decided that I’m blessed to be alive and will honour it with doing my best or even more to straighten up my life.

I have been struggling night and day since he left and I have succeeded to secure my electricity, heating and water supply. At Christmas eve I was thanking in prayers that I could afford a little food. I welcomed New Year’s toasting with myself with a small soda (pure luxury…). I started to see the light in the tunnel, gaining back my self-esteem and seeing that everything will be solved.

Until this morning.

My landlord (a big company, impersonal and no one to talk to) have informed me that there is a 3 months’ rent debt he was obliged to pay but never did and also he took out a deposition of 3 months that entitles to live in the flat.

If I don’t pay it ASAP I’m out in the streets. And I will be. He has misused my credits so I’m marked in all the systems; no loans, no flats, no telephone, no credits, not even a Visa, nothing.

Please, help me. I have no one to turn to. No family and what friends would be left after all the dramas, his manipulations and deceits and my absence? I refuse to give up but honestly – I don’t know how long I will have the strength.

Anything will be of help. Anything since I have nothing. I beg you. And you know – see it as an investment; Can this be solved I can’t see anything that can’t, and then It will be my turn to pass the generosity and helpfulness to the next needing person. And I will! To do that though – I have to survive.

Thank you for reading my story. If you can’t help – do at least learn something from it. Don’t repeat my mistakes.
God bless you all!/Pat

September 2011: Had a nearly fatal motorcycle accident on Lucent Blvd. in Denver. The events leading up to the accident I am unclear of, all I remember is waking up underneith a car and couldnt move. I remember the ambulance showing up to extricate me. Apparently I had a shattered pelvis and a broken humorus. I also sustained another concussion. I never was a big fan of the helmet, in fact very rarely did I wear one. I just happened by chance to decide to wear one that day, if I hadnt I'd be dead. It used to be that I struggled to survive, now I struggle to exist. This account is by my wife:

On September 28th, 2011
My husband Trevan had an accident on is his way to an Interview and he was going on Lucent to get on to the highway on C470 and was not able to see with the dew on the street and sun glare. He didn’t see the car at the stoplights, going on to C470. Didn’t know or see that it was stopped at the light. The sun was so bad that he slammed right into the person in front of him and went over the handlebars of the motorcycle and over the person’s car and was found underneath the car. The Paramedics found him under the person’s car and had to pull him out from under it.

I got a call about 8:15 am from the fire department letting me know that my husband was in an accident. I was so scared I was trying to get my son ready for school and get my daughter ready to so I could take him. I was told that he was taken to Littleton Hospital and that I can call over there and get info on how he is doing. Instead of me calling the ER the ER nurse called me and gave me some info about what they are doing and what ER room they are taking him to. They took some x-rays and he couldn’t be moved because they were not sure about his back. So they did the x-rays in the ER. That is what the nurse told me that they were doing and that he was stable. The nurse also said if I could get to the hospital as soon as I could, it would be a good idea to come since the police and fire department was still there. I told her I would try. I called my mother in law to let her that her son was in an accident and I called my mom. There were other people that I called too. When I got there and I had to park so far in the back of the hospital that I had to ask for directions to get to the ER from the outpatient so I could be there with my husband. When I got there it was very hard to see what he looked like. He had a neck brace on and his left arm was all wrapped up like a present. He had a big gash on the inside of his right leg that was pretty wide and you could see the fat and it kept on bleeding. They would not take off the brace from his neck because they didn’t know what else was going on with him. I met the ER doctors and they told me that he is in quite bit of pain, and that he was starting to not know what happened off and on. I tried to see if he could tell me himself but could not remember. One of the ER doctors was very concerned about the blood in his urine so they took him to another place in the hospital to do some more tests on him. My mom in the mean time called me and told me that she was on her way to be at the hospital with me for support, I told her that I really need some comfort and to keep it together. When she got here Trevan was not yet taken to get tested yet so my mom said hi to him and ask him questions. Then with the ER nurses came in to take him for the tests my mom ask the nurse what kind of test that they were going to do on him and they said it is to check for internal bleeding. When Trevan was taken back we went to sit in the waiting room in the ER. My mom kept asking me questions but I could not answer any of them, because I have not been told about any thing besides what the nurse told me on the phone before I got there. I ask the nurses that were still around they’re about where his belonging were because I needed to know if his wallet and other things like ring and glasses was there. They handed me the beg that had his wallet and other things that they took off of him. I took the beg with me so I could go through it and see if every thing was still with him. His wedding band was in there his wallet was in there and socks and helmet was there too so I took it with me out to the waiting room. There was also a ticket that the police left in it too. My mom took a look at it to find out what all happened. It just said it was his fault but we didn’t think it was his fault, but later on we did fine out it was his fault but we took care of it for him while he was in the hospital. While we were waiting Trevan’s mom came with my daughter to see him but he was still not back in the Trauma room. After a while they finally moved him to a room so we all went there. They took him to the ICU and we had to keep our hands clean at all times coming and going. Trevan was put on many powerful pain medicines for the pain. He was put on dilaudid and he was on that for a while but then he was inching so bad that they took him off of that and put him on morphine he was a little better but still was itching like crazy.

Doug and Jan drove out here on Wednesday night they didn’t stop except for brakes and gas but they drove all the way through so could see Trevan. They arrived at the hospital at 3:30 am. Trevan didn’t remember that his dad and step mom came to see him the first night. I told him twice that they were here and he just didn’t remember it. Every one came to see Trevan everyday Doug and J, Karen and John Hager, Kehli, his mom Beverly. Doug and Jan were here for four days and they were here also for the surgery. We had a lot of people in the waiting room Beverly and our kids, me, and Doug and Jan. I was happy that I had that many people there with me because I was very upset.

October 1st 2011
Trevan had his surgery on both the pelvis and the humerus bone. The doctor started with his pelvis first he said it was the quick one and that Trevan didn’t loose much blood with that one. Then the doctor moved Trevan to another table to do the other part of the surgery. He lost a little bit of blood when they did his surgery on the arm they had to give him two pints of blood. The doctor did come out to tell us the update as he did them and how everything was going. He showed us before and after x-rays. The doctor did a great job of fixing Trevan up. Then after the surgery was done he was in recovery room for about an hour and a half. They moved Trevan to his room afterwards and he still was not doing hot. He kept saying that the room was moving and it made him sick. He tried to keep his eyes closed but it made him even feel worse. He also kept asking for ice chips which I feed to him as much as I could. He was better by the evening, he didn’t feel dizzy any more. Family kept coming to see him and tell him that they love him and pray that he will heal quickly. I stayed with him every night after the surgery to keep an eye on how he was doing. He didn’t remember a lot of things, which in some ways it is good but in some ways it is bad. I think a lot of it had to do with the pain medicine that the doctors was giving him. A nurse told me that it could happen with the medicine could make you forgetful depending on what kind of pain medicine.

October 4th 2011
While Trevan was at the hospital he did fall. He hit his head agents the closet that was in his room. The nurses found him on the floor. They did say that when he fell he landed on his right side and that they don’t think he hurt him self, but he did hit his head when he went down. I asked them if they were going to see if he did any damage, and they said that he didn’t and couldn’t do that much damage because the way he fell. I asked them if he hurt any thing else and the nurse they checked him over and asked him questions and didn’t see any evidence that he had any more damage to what he already had. I asked to if they did any test to see. They said they didn’t do any other tests on him because they didn’t want him to be exposed to any more radiation from the x-ray machine. He was getting out of bed by his self with out any help, which he was not supposed to do that. That is why when he fell they put a bed alarm on his bed so they would know at all times that he gets up, for his safety.

October 5th 2011
During that time while he was a Littleton hospital they were trying to find a rehab place for him so he can start getting back on his feet. They did find one and they had him transferred from Littleton to Porter hospital. Before he left I told him that I would see him later that evening and so will his mom and kids. He said ok and they he was gone. That evening Beverly and the rest of us call daddy from his mom’s phone to let him know that we are coming to see him but we were going to stop and get something to eat on the way up to the hospital. Then while we were eating at Wendy’s he calls me on my cell phone and asks if we were still coming I told him yes. I asked him did you even remember that we called you before and told you that we were coming he said no he didn’t remember. While he was on the phone with me still we asked him if he wanted us to bring something for him. He said yes. We brought him a hamburger and a frosty. When we got to the Porter hospital and got to his room we noticed it was very small and odd shaped. He had a window but in the wrong place or the room was just in the worst place. It looked like a bad shaped L and had no flow to it. I asked Trevan on how he was doing and he said tired and in pain. I said you just been through a lot and it will take a while to heal. Then we gave him is food and let him eat while we also talked to the nurses that were taking care of him there. We also ask that if there was a way for a cot to be put in there so I could stay with him some of the times. They said yes that they will get one in the room the next time I come up to see him. I said thanks. They also had a bed alarm on his bed and his wheel chair that he was using. I am happy that they had that on there but the moment that he got up to use the urinal that the alarm went off. And he didn’t feel comfortable with them always coming in and him not able to potty when he wanted too. When he is in the bed but keep it on when he is in the wheel chair because he could not remember to lock his brakes before he transferred form the wheel >chair to bed or just getting up to stand.

October 6th 2011
Trevan calls him mom to get my number to be able to call me. He talked to her for a while and he also asked if we were coming to see him, and also asked if we knew where he was. His mom said yes she knew and asked him if he remembered that we were the other night. He said no and also said that we weren’t there to see him. Which we were there but he just didn’t remember that we were all there his son and daughter me and his mom. He forgot the entire evening and event that we even were there to see him the night before. His mom said to him that we were all coming to see you again tonight so we will see you later. The same day I went to take our van to get the oil changed in it and found out that there was a clucking sound and they told me that it was not safe for me to keep driving it. They said about a week or two would be all I should drive it. I called my dad and asked if he knew any one that I could take my van to get an idea on how much it would cast to get it fixed. This was all the same day that I was going to see Trevan at the hospital. They didn’t want me to drive it anymore until it was fixed. So Beverly had to take me back and forth to and from the hospital for a while. After Beverly got off work we all got in to the car and drove up to the hospital. We asked the nurses if there was any way for Trevan to watch movies other than watching TV all the time. They said yes and told us there is a TV, VCR that is on a cart that can go into their room to watch movies and only VHS tapes only no DVD’S. So mom went into the lunchroom and looked at all the movies and wrote down all the ones that Trevan would be interested in watching. After she was done she brought the list to Trevan to see and to know that he had choices. Then we went home and told Trevan that we will see him later the next day. Then said our good-byes.

October 7th 2011
There was a lot of thing going on this day that I don’t want to go through again. I had to take my van to a place that my sister in law told me about. I made my appointment with them the day before and they wanted me to bring it back today and get it fixed. They even said that it was not safe at all. I left it with them to fix it in the morning. Then I came back home and had more things to do. I had to run around back and forth using my mother in laws car which was ok she was taking care of my daughter and my niece so I got thing done and I was able to relax a little bit. We all went to see Trevan that evening. We had to go and pick up my van after we picked up dinner. Then we left to see Trevan. When we got there into Trevan’s room he looked really tired and in a bit of pain. We got an extra hamburger so we gave it to him so he could eat it. Of course he at it all up. I changed the channel and found shreck the movie and we all watched that with Trevan. The nurse cam in to see how he was doing. He said that he needed more pain medicine, also needed to have his depends changed. The kids and grandma left outside the room while he was getting changed. After he got settled again the kids came back in and they were getting rowdy so I ask Beverly to take the kids home. They gave their daddy a kiss and left. That night I stayed with him and he kept on asking if the nurse had given him his pain medicine. I told him yes that they did give you your medicine. I asked him if even remembered it and he said no. He asked me 4 other times to while I was there. When it was time for him to have another dose of medicine I said to use the call button that is what it is there for instead of me always running in and out of his room to let the nurses know that he needed more medicine. I stayed with him all night it was very hard for me to hear. When Trevan would fall to sleep he would start dreaming and breathing heavy then wake up crying and then fell back to sleep. It would go on about 5 times at night. I think it was nightmares and when he wakes up he would not remember any of it.

October 8th 2011
The nurses were coming into see how Trevan was doing. He had his breakfast and pain medicine. After breakfast the therapist came in to take him to do some therapy stuff. He worked on the ramp with wheel chair going up and down with keeping control with his feet. The first round was 35 minutes. Then comes back and rests for a half-hour and goes again for 30 minutes. Then he came back and rested and had lunch. Then he went with another therapist and goes and has a shower, but after a while he came back. The nurses told me when they came back with Trevan that the cut on the inside of the right leg came open while they were helping him with his shower. He lost a little bit of blood but it hurt him quite a bit. So two nurses came back. One was pushing him and the other on putting pressure on the wound. When he was back in the room he looked like a ghost, and looked very tired. Then his nurse came in to put a different kind of bandage on his leg. By the end of the day he had color back in his face and was doing better. That day and evening he didn’t know that I was staying with him. I was with him at the hospital since Friday night, to Sunday evening. I will be going home on Sunday night.

October 9th 2011
The nurses and doctors decided not to have therapy because Trevan gave them a scare. So they just let him rest and let the wound heal some more before he did any more. I watched him sleep and he has the bad dreams again all day, and all night. I woke up every time he had the dreams. I counted how many times he would wake up and go to sleep again. It was hard to hear too. When he did wake up I would ask if he remembered any of it. He would say No. I did let the nurses know what was going on with Trevan and also asked him to keep an eye out and check on him. I also asked them to keep a record of it too. I left the evening so I could take care of my kids the next day. My mother in law had to work and had to keep Sarah with me. I said my good-byes. I asked the nurses to keep me in formed on how he did through the night.

October 10th 2011
Trevan told me that he had therapy and that he was in some pain. He was up in the wheel chair and bed. He was learning how to put socks and underwear, shorts and shirt on by him self with out help and doing it all by with one hand. He did OK is what he said. It is hard for him to remember which arm to do in first. The nurses said try to remember left first than over the head than right arm. Then put your glasses on so you can see. He said he would try to remember. Then I went home. He also saw the doctor and asked for Ibuprofen.

October 11th 2011
I got to the hospital to see Trevan about 7ish. He looked tire but also happy to see me. He said to me when I can in “I was wondering when you were going to be here” I said I had to take care of the kids first. In the morning he did therapy then he has lunch and after he had lunch he did some more activities he had u ride outside and played scrabble to get his mind working on thinking. That is what he did during the day when I was not there to see him during the day Trevan had therapy and looked somewhat tired when I got there, he was also in his wheel chair. He ate all the tacos that his mom got for him. After we got done eating he was in a lot of pain. He asked for more pain medicine and he could not get any more ibuprofen. So they gave him percocet for the pain. All we did while I was there with him we talked and watched TV together. Was late when I left to go home and care for my kids.

October 12th 2011
I went to see Trevan about 7ish again. He did a lot of thing in the morning it was all written down so I knew what he did. Which he was to do every day for his memory issues that he has. He had breakfast then he had PT. He did exercises with his legs. ST. tested him it scored 20 out of 25 on the cognitive tests. Then he did some transferring using one leg, 2-½ lbs. on the other leg (right leg all weight and partial weight on the left.) After lunch he did the walker, wheel chair, shower, teeth and hair. All of this info that I keep getting is what he writes down for his memory reminder. I took a look at him and asked him how he is doing, He said he is in a bit of pain. A lot of pain was mainly in the arm. He asked for some pain medicine and he started to fall to sleep. So I told him that I would head home and take care of the kids. He said to tell them that he loves them. I said ok.

October 13th 2011
Just reading his report that he wrote. He did getting in to his wheel chair to go to the toilet, Independence Square and weight. That was his activities during the day and he also had another stitch pop and his leg started bleeding again. That is what he told me. It is covered with gaze. I was happy that they did put that on there to protect it better. He has been sleeping better. They aren’t using the walker with the plate form because of his bad left arm. He is balancing so much better on his right leg which I am very proud of him. I noticed while I was there he didn’t remember that he had his pain medicine which they did give it to him. But they could not give him any more until 9:15 PM. And it was about 8:20 PM when he asked for more pain medicine.

October 14th 2011
Trevan woke up around 5:45 am having pain in his arm and needed to be changed. Found out that Dr. Bess has not released him from putting more weight on his left leg. It will be 30% weight for a while. At a little bit after 9 this morning went for a wheel chair walk. He sat in the wheel chair and used his right foot to move him forward and his right hand also help him to move forward in the direction that he needs to go. He went around the hallway twice. Then after he did that he came back to his room, so after that another person came in and took him down to the shower. Both of us were in the shower room with the nurse getting him ready and helping him stand only on one leg. He could not put much weight on the left leg. After every thing was off the therapist helped him sit on the shower/ tub chair. We both helped him get cleaned up, but we made sure he did most of the cleaning up. He did well at listening to me and stayed seated until we needed him to stand to pull up his pants. He only used his right leg to stand on and his right arm to pull up. I told him if he comes home he is going to have to listen and wait until I can come and help him. I didn’t want him to fall again and end up in the hospital again. After the shower we went back to his room to rest for a few minutes. Then he went to do more moving therapy. He did hopping on the right leg and using the parallel bars with the right arm to and from the wheel chair. Then he did some bumping up and down on the stairs. They would not do any more of them for a while because it tired him out so much. We did not know when he would be able to come home yet. We were going to have someone come by to take a look at the house and see if he can come home. Right now it is set for wed. But it is not set in stone. I am planning to stay the night again and leave about 8:15 am to watch my daughter. Then I will be back to stay with him again that evening.

October 15th 2011
This is what Trevan did for the day, leg/ hip exercises, control wheelchair up and down ramp. ST- did memory strategies, put a picture with info, and writing down notes. OT- watched him do his brushing his teeth, getting dressed, independence square (cashier, shop, and sandwich) memory. That is what he did and also found out he has a urine infection. He slept a little bit, was up having to go to the potty all night, had to remind him mot to put any weight on his left leg. He said that he was not but I doubt it. I was watching him. After he was done he was always putting weight on the left leg every time he pushed his butt back in the bed. I am very worried about that. I did tell the nurses to keep an eye on him that he was having issues with him having to pee all the time. Since he had the infection. They said that they would keep watch and see how he does through the night.

October 16th 2011
Trevan had a bad day at remembering this day. I just don’t remember what he forgot because I was also very tired this day also.

October 17th 2011
We brought Trevan home to do the home inspection so we could find out what we all needed to do and what to get for the house, so Trevan can come home. We didn’t want him to get injured any more than what he is now. When we got to the house the two nurses had to lift him and the wheel chair up the stairs since we didn’t have the ramp up quite yet. We did tell them it would be up once we know what day we could get help. While Trevan was still sitting in the wheel chair he had to use the restroom. He did try to get in the restroom which he did do just fine, but when he was ready to get back out and into the wheel chair he almost fell in to the wheel. So they deiced not to have him use the small bathroom.

I am a single mom with a 15 year old daughter that just started highschool, I work full-time and have been at my job for over 9 years.I have been financially struggling the past several months, no child support. My daughter is very bright, she's in the band, ROTC, Drama,Debate Team, and taking all honor classes...I am so proud of her and she deserves more and I don't have it to give to her because I am so behind on my bills by pushing things forward because of car problems and making sure that she has what she NEEDS first, most of the time I get food from my brother or go to the grocery store and know I don't have it but we have to eat.I have not finish paying band fees (still owe $285),rent behind, utilities late (paying half each time I get paid, $200), the only way that I can have a few dollars is pushing something forward....well I can't push anymore....just praying that it will get better. I have been in a very, very, depressed mood, living off overdraft and feel like I'm working for nothing. I don't want to go anywhere but to work and run my daughter back and forth to practice. If I could get help paying my rent which is $550 it will help me a whole. I get paid twice a month and sometimes once, If I could get the rent caught up I could get all my other bills back on schedule as my pay periods fall.I also have issues at work which does not make dealing with things any easier. If I could catch my rent up it will clear my mind tremendously and I can focus more on my daughter mentally instead of how am i going to pay this or that.The most important thing is I have noticed how distant I have been with her and she needs me mentally and physically, I want to be able to smile and joke around with here again instead of taking everything so personal...inwhich later i apologize to her and it is okay. I would like to thank you in advance and would appreciate whatever help we can get! Once I get back on my feet I would love to help someone else out....I really feel the pain.

An American reject
Dear Sir or Madam,

I am writing because I have found an injustice that it seems no one else has noticed. I know that I am only one person, but they say one voice CAN make a difference.

I know many people who have made their share of mistakes  we all have sinned no one is perfect. Some just get caught up, can't afford a lawyer and   And want to confess, hoping there would be some type of leniency.  Considering they were young and didn't realize this would affect them the rest of their life. and i have tried to correct each mistake i  have made. The question I pose is how long is a person supposed to pay for those mistakes? Everyday I see people who are doing there best to clean up there life and get a job; but because they are felons/ or have a heinous misdemeanor as society feels that is a liability.  they are turned away from having a better life. That not only affects them and their families but it also affects society. If a man or woman is trying to lead an honest life and jobs are turning those individuals away what’s left? Go back to “the block”? If they get back in the streets they take the risk of losing there *freedom* but if they keep being turned away from jobs because of their past they risk losing there homes and families too. So what is a person to do after all we make mistakes.  Some are just smarter, or maybe they just know how to hold a lie like Casey anthony. But how is it fair for an employer to turn me away for being honest about my past. After all it was 13 years ago and did I ever really know how hard of a punishment and debt that I would half to pay to society as well to my unthought of family at the time.  My decision as a child is affecting my now 10 year old.  I made a mistake i feel like I would of been better off stoned to death I'n the center of the city.  Than to go on continue getting turned down left and right I don't know how long I can go on like this.  Where is the justice for me? Do I no longer have rights.  Am I considered a worthless piece of trash now that I have a conviction a black cloud holding over my head? From 13 years ago I was 18!!  How fair is that for my family NOW! Something needs to be done.  Justice for all!!! These employers shouldn't have the right to go as far back and discriminate. There should be a 7 year law.  After all there is a clean sleight after bankruptcy.  There able to wipe their debt clean as if they owed nothing.  Why can't we. Why is there some type of stigma.  For people that have been convicted and have never gotten convicted again.  That's showing you were trying to live as productive as we can I'n society.  But trying is the key word here because I feel I can't even get a chance!  

Despite what people may think, individuals who have records also have families they have to care for. Once a person has paid there debt to society for there crime and is making noticeable effort to clean up and live right they should have the opportunity to do just that, not be sentenced to a life of crime because there is no other way to survive. I’m sorry but McDonalds and Burger King just isn’t going to cut it with a 30 year old man or woman with 3 kids. This is supposed to be America, the land of opportunity and justice for all, but where is the justice for these people?

I feel very strongly about this and I would love to see justice made true. I plan to write every address and person I can find. I plan to be that one voice that is letting as many people know that this is wrong and unfair according to plain ethics and the so called American Dream.

I truly hope this reaches out to you and I hear back from you soon. I don’t know if a 32 year old female who is living a life like the one I explained above is going to make a difference but I can say at least I am trying make a difference.

It's verry hard for me. I can't find work. I have no health insurance. And recently I need work done on my mouth that I can't afford to pay for. I don't know where to turn. I can't afford a Christmas for my daughter. And if unemployment dint get passed for 2012 were screwed. There's been days of me going without to bed hungry so my daugter can eat. Sometimes I think of ending my life cuz I'm some useless pice of crap that can't make it I'n this word. But my daughter gives me strength and with god I know all this are possible. I won't give up, I'll keep fighting. It's just so hard. Abd it doesn't get any Easyer I'n this small town. If you know of anything that can help me and my child please feel free to call. 484-560-0090. Something's gotta give there's gotta be a way out... -Ceecee

Please remember Gods loves everyone and gave his life for EVERYONE to live even convicted misdemeanors.

Yours truly an American reject

For those who know me would say I don't ask ,"What can you do for me?", but I ask, " What can I do for you?", I am a very generous person who ran into a financial crisis after losing my job. My funds that I saved have depleted. I currently have two jobs but,I'm trying to catch up on my bills. I have noticed that losing your job is a negative situation that has a domino effect. I owe $600 dollars and I pray that someone will help me, all donations will be appreciated.

I have had Samson for 13 years, (12 years, 9months)We have been through thick and thin together and always pull through. Recently I noticed him pawing his snout after chewing on his chew bones and realizing after a day or two he started rubbing his snout on everything, it was not getting better. So I took him to the vet, and they informed me he has an back Molar Tooth Abscess. They even showed it to me. "ICK" Estimated bill from the vet is $321.86 - $394.36 depending on complications. If anyone can pass this on or even donate a dollar or two, I would be so thankful in so many ways.

The reason I am asking for help on this vet bill is because my fiancee' was just released from the hospital after a week in Critical care and a week in recovery from a past accident and surgery issues sneaking up on him. We have plans to move to a house in Missouri after the first of the year. I quit my job a few weeks early to take care of my fiancee' till he can walk and get around by himself again, which did not leave room for many more surprises such as this vet visit. We managed to save these last few years for the home in Missouri, enough to make my car payment and insurance, move with, and a little to fall back on till I start work down there. Though I am hunting for a holiday/seasonal job in the area. The vet highly suggest this needs to be taken care of now to prevent risk of infection getting into the blood stream.

I'm terrified of him having to be sedated, and even more so of the tooth infection getting worse, I don't want him to be in pain but I need a hand with this bill. We have already cut out Christmas presents this year so we can afford to move. If not, I would of gladly sold them all to pay for his health, but I have nothing left to sell. Samson's mom lived to be18 years old, and though he is old, he is in the prime of his health and you would never guess his age. I want many many many more years with him at my side.

Thank you for your time, holidays are tough on everyone, money is tight all around. I, out of everyone understand that. Anything will help even a $1. I promise in return I will update his progress with how everything goes.



http://samsonpup.webs.com

I just don’t know what to do, I am a 23-year-old female. I was mainly raised by my mother (58) she was married for a number of years and is now divorced. We had an excellent relationship up until I was about 11 when we moved from the city to the smallest village in the middle of no where, when I was 16 I moved back to the city to attend college, I was home schooled from the age of 13 so had to do make up courses if I ever wanted to attend university as I never got any schooling qualifications.
Over the years Iv tried to visit as much as I can but with schooling taking up most of my time and due to us living about 9 hours apart, is been difficult.
We are both very similar, which causes a lot of arguments, both equally stubborn. We fight a lot.
She’s dealt with a lot, such as a three-year prosecution agents her, which absolutely broke her, mentally and emotionally, it was a hard time for both of us, my grades suffered a lot and I began to worry about her mental health. Because it went on for so long, a lot of our arguments would be blamed on the stress of the whole situation. I always thought that once it was over, we would get better.
I graduated from university a year ago and it’s the first time in a long time that I’ve been able to visit more frequently. I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to fix our broken relationship,
When ever I visit, it gets to about a week, a week and a half and I just have to leave in fear our relationship would just crumble, this time it’s a little different, I broke up with my boyfriend of a year, who I was living in the city with and decided to get away so about two weeks ago I came to my mums, then within a few day a friend of ours (yes we share friends, we are VERY similar) was raped and beaten up, said friend is very messed up about it and has needed me around, you know just to listen, pretty much just to be here. So I decided to stay longer, when out of the blue my dog died. This dog was my guardian angle and helped to keep me strong when times where hard. Having him leave me was probably the single most heart-breaking moment of my life so far (don’t think I’m just inexperienced with life (my partner (my first-love/childhood sweetheart) of 7 years and I broke up less then two years ago) I know heart-break.
We have argued less this time considering the circumstances, but not for lack of her trying, well that’s how it feels. With everything that’s going on anytime I feel tension in the air I have just said “No, not now, we will not argue” and either left the room or had a time out if we were in the car or something.
She’s very ‘bohemian’ has a very radical way of thinking, outspoken and always on the side of the underdog, I have absolutely no problems with this and I most defiantly love her for exactly who she is. She’s been the best teacher of life, she’s had a hard life, and I feel I am more educated against the world because of the way we can talk about things.
When I’m here I try to put some order to the chaos, you know tide up (its always a mess) it’s a big house and can take ages to clean ever room.
I just broke down, I was cleaning the kitchen, and this isn’t just polish and vacuum. I was removing all the moulding fruit and vegetables from the bowl, when I noticed that she had three bags of potatoes in the fruit bowl. I wrapped them up to put them in the potato draw only to find a draw full of rotting potatoes.
She hoards stuff, I tried to throw away a few disposable Tupperware boxes when she told me she uses them to store things, fair enough. Then I notice a huge stack of them on top of the cabinet, like she hasn’t even considered using those ones.
This all sounds so stupid, I know, but usually when id be strong enough to just brush it off and sort it out, I don’t have that strength rite now, I am so worried for her, I am beginning to feel as though perhaps I should move in with her to be her carer, but we don’t have the sort of relationship that we could live together full time, last time that happened I was 15 and I would hate to live in this area again, I have nothing but bad memories from my childhood here. The people are very closed minded and keep them selves to them selves, my mum loves it here, she grew up in Africa, and says round here reminds her of a happier time. It’s not for me.
And on top of it all, she doesn’t earn very much money (she practically volunteers at a place to help people with special needs) and iv been struggling to find a job for months now, iv started receiving benefits with is £50 per week, but the debt of our dog dyeing is at least £500, and our other dog has to have an operation to have his eye removed this Friday (which is just more £££) all my benefits are going towards that and all the money she can keep aside goes on that as well.
The house is falling down, her ex husband was a builder and they had brought a run down place to do up, he smoked away all his time and practically nothing got done. She’s lived here for over 10 years and only a few weeks ago had windows fitted in the kitchen, before it was just stretched plastic. Most of the walls are just plasterboard, the sink is broken, we have to carry water down from the bathroom to do the washing up.
I don’t know what to do, I worry about her mental well being, I don’t know if she’s developing Alzheimer’s, she had a memory test at the doctors and they said she was fine, but I just don’t see how this can be the case. I worry about her physical state, she has extremely bad arthritis and struggles to move somedays. I worry about her financial situation, but without work there’s nothing more then £50 a week I can do.
I am not keep my job search limited to my degree; I have applied for supermarkets, MacDonald’s, all manor of places all over the country.
I feel more then ridiculous for posting this, but I don’t want to be a burden on the people in my life, and simple don’t know what to do anymore.
Grammar and spelling aren’t a strong point of mine, please don’t judge me on that.

TL;DR - I need to help my mother financially, to fix the crumbling house, to pay vet bills, to fix our relationship and just to survive when life is hard.

Looking for help to start a business donating (fruits and Vegatable) to the homeless. Several years ago I inheritated a nice piece of farm land. I noticed all the people off work and the homelessness in our country and came up with an ideal to plant and give away the majoritey crop to families in need. About a quarter of 2-5 year olds and one-third of school-age children (including adolescents) are overweight or obese in the U.S. I'm hoping and praying for a miracle. I need farm equipment to get me started. The housing and homelessness crisis in the United States has worsened over the past two years, particularly due to the current economic and foreclosure crises. By some estimates, more than 311,000 tenants nationwide have been evicted from homes this year after lenders took over the properties. People being evicted from foreclosed properties and the economic crisis in general have contributed to the growing homeless population. As more people fall into homelessness, local service providers are seeing an increase in the demand for services. My goal is to donate my growing vegatables to homeless shelter and schools. (Please help me help the starving people)

I am a 50 year old single mom with a 15 year old daughter that just started highschool, I work full-time and have been at my job for over 9 years.I have been financially struggling the past several months, no child support. My daughter is very bright, she's in the band, ROTC, Drama,Debate Team, and taking all honor classes...I am so proud of her and she deserves more and I don't have it to give to her because I am so behind on my bills by pushing things forward because of car problems and making sure that she has what she NEEDS first, most of the time I get food from my brother or go to the grocery store and know I don't have it but we have to eat.I have not finish paying band fees (still owe $285),rent behind, utilities late (paying half each time I get paid, $200), the only way that I can have a few dollars is pushing something forward....well I can't push anymore....just praying that it will get better. I have been in a very, very, depressed mood, living off overdraft and feel like I'm working for nothing. I don't want to go anywhere but to work and run my daughter back and forth to practice. If I could get help paying my rent which is $550 it will help me a whole. I get paid twice a month and sometimes once, If I could get the rent caught up I could get all my other bills back on schedule as my pay periods fall.I also have issues at work which does not make dealing with things any easier. If I could catch my rent up it will clear my mind tremendously and I can focus more on my daughter mentally instead of how am i going to pay this or that.The most important thing is I have noticed how distant I have been with her and she needs me mentally and physically, I want to be able to smile and joke around with here again instead of taking everything so personal...inwhich later i apologize to her and it is okay. I would like to thank you in advance and would appreciate whatever help we can get! Once I get back on my feet I would love to help someone else out....I really feel the pain.

First of all, thank you for taking the time to read my story.
I was born with congenital scoliosis and only half a rib cage. Because of this, my lungs never fully developed past the age of 5. I never thought of myself as handicapped and always pushed myself to do anything anyone else could do, but of course I was at a disadvantage and never really could be normal. But I was full of energy and I was young so I didn't let it hold me back. I couldn't run very far without having to stop and rest, but I still got around fine. A few years back I came down with pneumonia. Eventually I got better but the damage was done. After a while, I could tell that my breathing was getting worse. Eventually I noticed swelling around my ankles and I would wake up with horrible headaches. When I finally went to the doctor to figure out what was happening, I found out I had pulmonary hypertension and severe sleep apnea. Now I have to be on oxygen 24/7 and on a bi-pap machine while I sleep. I'm 30 years old and living on social security.
I still dream of earning a living for myself, but in order to do so I need some equipment so I can work from home. I also need a car so I can be more independent and stop relying on family members to give me a ride when I need to get groceries or go run errands.
Any help would be greatly appreciated and put to good use. Thank you and God bless.

Hi, my name is sam and recently our sink and dishwasher started leaking. The leak had gone un-noticed for so long that it is rotting the wood underneath the sing and dish washer. I am just hoping to get enough money together to buy a new sink and maybe possible a new dishwasher that i could get professionally installed. Thank you

About a week ago, I noticed my dog's eyes had suddenly become a cloudy blue/grey color. He started walking into things, bumping into furniture, and was not able to walk downstairs without tripping. My mom and I took him to the vet a few days later, and the doctor said he had cataracts, and with a simple removal surgery he would see perfectly. The problem is, the surgery would cost $2000-$5000. Neither of my parents have that kind of money, and I can't bear to think that my dog would have to spend the rest of his life (he has a good 5+ years left in him), basically blind. His lack of vision has also made him depressed and embarrassed. He doesn't want to play or go for walks anymore, and he hides in shame after walking into things around the house. If you can spare anything to help pay for his surgery, it would be so appreciated. It's truly heartbreaking seeing him like this.

I recently saw this posted on some shitty website i dont care to disclose. not because i dont like the website, i just really dont give a fuck.

"Force people to feel your pain, put it on them. Show them how this world can create someone like you. Remind them that the state of the world we are in will continue to bring about people like us, the unloved, un-noticed, under-appreciated."

And it made me think, wow thats a fucking GREAT idea!!, what a wonderful way to make yourself feel better, why did i never think of that before? Well it seems like everybody else is doing it so why not? the worlds already fucked up so lets just add to all the bullshit and drama of life and see just how bad we can make it for others, after all wont we then realize just how good we've got it? even when you think you have nothing at all, if you think about children that are kidnapped, taken to a place their not familiar with, repeatedly raped by ass holes who would rather pay somebody to fuck a kid than find a real woman, beaten, held down and forced to develop an awful drug addiction that will keep them in a lifestyle of tragedy for the rest of their lives. Do we really have it bad? I want to kick myself in the ass sometimes for pitying myself and wishing i had it better. but then again is it really so bad to want the finer things in life? i mean it seems hope is what drives most people in life, without it where would we be? if we didnt have any hope at all why get out of bed in the morning? we do it for various reasons but mainly because we hope to achieve some kind of goal whether it be to see whats going on in the world around us, complain about it, to suppress that feeling of hunger, to use the bathroom instead of shitting or pissing on yourself, go to work or whatever. im tired of hearing about people being depressed because there is no hope in their life. the only people that really have no hope at all are already dead. Show yourself no mercy, make life what you want it to be, after all life really is whatever you make it. You can have nothing at all and not have eaten in days and still be a happy fucking go lucky numb skull without a care in the world if you pity not yourself but everyone else. I served a few months in jail this past year and found that i was really fucking HAPPY! I know what your thinking, what kind of brain dead fucking idiot could be happy to be in jail? i was not happy to be in jail but happy that i had a roof over my head, a mat to sleep on, a blanket to stay warm, 2 meals a day i mean what else could you ask for? all of your basic needs are met. Do you really deserve to have anything more than anybody else? when there are people out there that die all the time because they CANT get those basic needs fulfilled why in the hell are we driving brand new cars or even cars at all, living in homes made of enough aluminum, brick, wood and other materials to feed someone enough to keep them alive for a good part of their life. Doesnt it seem to you that if people really gave a shit about themselves or anybody else they would be more than grateful to be able to give up material possessions to give someone else a chance to live a life at all? The truth is we are all stuck up pricks that dont give a shit about anything but satisfying our own lust of pleasure. I will say there are a "few" good people out there but if your sitting there reading this on a computer and you think youve got it bad, your a stuck up peice of shit too. After all you can afford to spend money on electricity but you cant afford to feed someone, even if you do donate to charities are you really doing enough? No because your still on the computer wasting money that you could be using to feed a kid somewhere out there that otherwise will starve to death. Thats just the way it is and we've been doing it our whole lives. If you dont like the thought of being a selfish peice of shit, youve got 2 choices. Either get over it and accept the fact that your just as bad as the shit heads that flew their planes into the twin towers and killed all those people, or give up everything you have and help somebody out, stop wanting, start giving. Which will you do? If you want to change your ways you can start by donating a few dollars to help keep food in my stomach and a warm place to sleep. We'll see just how many "good" people are out there, i doubt many of you are. - Gabriel Turner You can email me at damaster406@gmail.com or send money to that email address using paypal at http://www.paypal.com

I have been unemployed in Ohio for a year and a half and cant find employment to support my wife and daughter and my wifes job does not pay enough to cover all the bills. I have secured a job in Chattanooga and had bought a cheap used car to get there. The car had a clear carfax report and 2 days after I got it I started having issues. First off I noticed that the muffler got really loud so I took it to a mechanic, he informed me that the front and back brakes and rotors were rusted and rotten as well as a lot of hardware under the car, the shifter is also about to break due to rust. Apparently this car must have sat out for who knows how long and everything started to rust with the exception of the body. The total not including the muffler is $750.
Please help, the three of us are at the end of the line and cant pay any bills or our mortgage. I need this car to get to TN. where there is a job waiting for me.

After leaving catering college at the age of just 20, I embarked on my career, but it was taken away along with my life just a few months later, ( im now 55 ) during college my dad died of cancer, it had been my turn to watch over him that night, I was just 15 years old, and I awoke to find that he had died during the night, his hand had locked on to mine whelst I had been a sleep, and I had to have it removed by my big sister, I cannot forget this it broke my heart,my dad was just 47 when he died, it affected me for the rest of my life.

It also profundley changed my mothers demeaner, it changed her, and I was last to leave the family home, and it was so hard.

To make matters worse only a few years ago my mother passed on, and I was away dealing with my own medical problem at the time and missed her passing on, I wanted to say goodbye, it haunts me to this day, that my parents left this world in such a manner.

I am in my late 50s now, back in the early 70s, I was a passenger in a friends car, he pulled out into the path of another car, onto a fast piece of road, and our car was hit at over 90 miles an hour. My seat belt broke with the impact, and I was thrown through the cars windscreen. I, landed on the tarmac and next the car I had been in was bulldozed over my body.

It bulldozed the other car on to my neck and chest, trapping me under it. My arms were pinned to my chest by the cars sill, and my neck was bent up against a cold granite wall, my right leg was wrapped around the back axle. I was ready to die, but held on to life with every passing breath, god must have been watching over me that night.

It took the fire crew an hour to cut me out, then it was off to the hospital, on arrival all my clothes were cut from my body, on examination it was found that my right leg was near on severed from the knee, and was hanging on by a thread of my skin.

In addition I had 4 broken ribs, severe cuts and bruises everywhere and a small spilt in my skull, this skull spilt was not significant at the time, but would go on to ruin my entire life. My mouth was full of broken windscreen glass and I was vomiting blood because of it. Back in the 70s there was no MRI scanner so I was just given an X ray of my head.

Because my leg was the main problem the little split in my skull was just left then as being nothing, but it would play a big part in my life. After being cleaned up and admitted to the ward, I settled back to a 12 week stay, and Around the 3 week mark of being in hospital, the surgeon said there was now no chance of me being able to walk again on my right leg.

I broke down in tears, cried a river and could not understand why me. During my stay in hospital my boss came in and told me he could no longer keep my position open for me. This was devastating for me, I had worked so hard at college to be a chef, and had climbed my way up the ranks to be a chef in charge.

And was now at the age of just 20 cooking in a world famous Hotel, and it was my life, I had left school only 5 years beofre the accident, and had studied at college to be a chef, now because of this crash my career was finished in one hit, my employer had spoken to the drs, who had said working in a kitchen enviroment would be to dangerous for me, so my career was over right there right then.

I now lay in the bed stunned and deeply hurt that because of this accident, I had now lost everything at the age of just twenty!. Then one day I noticed some feeling in my right legs big toe, I screamed for the nurse, and she brought along a Dr.
Over the coming weeks I fully regained the use of my right leg. Of course I thought everything was going to be alright, but from the day I left hospital some 35 years ago now to this day, I have suffered so much.

You see the knock on the head I had during the car crash, damaged the cerebellum part of my brain, a part called the cerebellum tonsil. The severe knock to my head caused the tonsil, to drop out of the cerebellum part of my brain a few mm. And for the last 35 years this part of my brain as been dropping slowley a few mm each year towards my brain stem.

The affect it as is to disturb the cerebral spinal fluid that goes around my brain. The tonsil dangles into a space where it should not be, disrupting the flow of csf, which in turns gives me a wide range of medical disorders.

I suffer with ringing sounds in both my ears every day, 7 days a week, I have headaches daily, coupled with dizziness sickness, and pain in spine and neck, some days i cant feel my legs or walk on them, some days my arms dont work, my balance is hopeless, I cant sleep for severe pain, I cry all the time in private because of the situation I have been in these last 35 years.

To look at me I look like any normal kinda guy but life as been so tough these last 35 years.
The brain surgeons that I have seen have told me that to operate as a 75% chance of death for me, so they prefer me to live with the disabilities until such a time when I become in risk of death, and then they will operate on me seeing theres no other option, this means I live with countless medical conditions all of which I have had to live with for 35 years.

These medical conditions have made my life a living hell, for 35 years ive been dizzy off balance, severe headaces, and forced to go to bed every night knowing that I could die at any given time.
I lay in bed with symptoms of my brain damage rushing all over my body, trying to think positive for 35 years, im now 55, and wish so very very much that I could have given my wife and children a proper home to live in, one we owned, in a nice area, and not to have had to rely on handouts from the goverment merely to excist.

I cry, ive cried oceans of tears in despair in private, while Ive tried to work a way out of this hell for my family and me,but of course my disabilies dont allow me to get a break, so just had to live it for 35 years, ive never stopped trying, but ive made my illness well worse, and just cant do it anymore.

I was a young man of just 20 years old, and my whole life and anyone who would be with me, had changed in the blink of an eye. We got no compensation back when I was 20, and I was a passenger!!! I got shafted by the insurance company, with no dad, and mum still grieving his death, I got ripped off by the othersides insurers. If I was able to just change one thing in my past, it would be to not except that lift in my friends car.

The worst thing about all of what happened to me is, that for the first 12 years after my accident none of the medical people we went to see knew what could be making me so very very ill, so it was hard to get any help at all, after 12 years of seeing hundreds of doctors, one of them finally!!! decided to allow me to have a full brain and spine MRI, but this same doctor had been writing in my medical records that I was a waste of time and that nothing would be found wrong with my brain.

He, had written in my medical notes that there would be no scan because it would be a waste of time, He then reluctently gave me a brain scan, and reported it has normal to my family doctor.
My wife then ordered up copies of my medical records from that doctors hospital, and we found that he had lied about my brain scan, the brain scan records stated that I had a very rare brain damage that would be caused by a trauma such as a car crash.

We can only think like our family doctor does, that the dr who had written my brain scan results to be normal, was trying to cover him self after years of writing in my medical record rubbish about me, and now seeing that I had a rare brain damage had tried to cover it up"!!!!.
I was so angry after the last 12 years of hell, and to now see that this showed that my brain had been damaged severely all those years before, and that I had been made to live in terror all those years that had just passed.

My family said we should get a solicitor to champion our case, and we did, but the one we chose was a bad one, who during our legal case was struck off for mishandling another bigger case, it was in all the newspapers, and when that solicitor was barred from practising, our case was left in such a state that no other solicitor would touch it.
We took my case to 3 other solicitors, all of which said that the 1st soliictor had ruined of chance of winning, and we were left to suffer.

All of these things have mede me so very very tired, plus heavy debt, all my medical symptoms to cope with, and tring to live on pennies, the goverment gives very small amounts to live on, it just about covers food rent and some of the other costs of life. My life, and others with me as been so hard since 20 years old, thes last 35 years feel like 200 years to my body and soul.

So many horrable things have happend to me, my whole life as been blighted from such a young age, ive tried, ive tried so hard, im tired now so very very tired,
As I write this, I find it hard to think, motavation is so hard, each day is full with pain, grief, despair, money truly is the only way we can feel a little better, but we cant get any, so its bills bills bills, we live, but we dont do any more than that.

Now its just me and my wife, who means everything to me, I want holidays and nice things in our home, but we live on pennies and are feeling the affects of what happened to myself 35 years ago. I want my wife to enjoy life the way we were ment too.

My wife helped me through every year and we have 3 wonderful children, these days its been tough trying to make a living owing to my disablement, in the early days of my children growing up, I tried with every part of my determination to make a good home for them, but we could only ever live in social housing, and it was so so hard growing up in some of the areas we had to live in.
As my health as gotten worse we took on debt to keep above water so to speak, benefits were no where enough to live on. my wife and I now owe £50,000 in loans and credit cards, all of which over the last 35 years as built up just to roof and feed our family, and pay ever increasingley high water electric and gas bills.

I have had my dignity taken at the age of just 20, 35 years ago, and have lived a hellish life of pain, and tearful memories of what I use to be. none of what happened to me was my doing, just a passenger in a car.
Any help that anyone out their can afford will help us to live a little bit better. Thanks in anticapation of anything you can afford to give, it will be used to make a better life for me and my wife thanks and good bless.

I am a full-time student, I just lost my job to an older man who has a big family. My boss recently hired him because this man was a best friend of his. After a while, he noticed that he couldnt support all of his employees and then decided to fire most of the college students, me being in that area as well. I have been without a job for a month. I have applied to everywhere I could, but it is hard in this economy to find a job, especially in a college town.

I have been having dreams of stealing food. It is true that I have had not much to eat nowadays, but I try to not let it bother me and to let my life go on. I have recently received a call to work for an online company, but I will not be paid for a couple months due to their payment layover for all the new hires. I just need some supplemental money to get me through the month. All of my other sources of income are going over to my schooling and rent.

I will forever be in debt to you if I receive any help from you.

God Bless,

Laurel

When I noticed that my Winston just wasn't himself, I decided to take him to the vet as I thought maybe he had a cold or was just not feeling right. Then I find out he has a tumour. I was and am devastated! I am willing to do anything to make sure he gets the needed surgery that will save his life. I was able to save some of the money but I still need $1500 and am desperate. By the time I can actually come up with this amount of money, I know it will be too late. Please help me with saving his life. Any amount of help would be truly appreciated.

Thank you so much for considering us as recipiant of your donations. I am living with my father right now because of financial problems with my mother and her boyfriend. My dad owns a wealth management company that has been sued heavily because he invested in fraudulent. He has done an amazing job making sure I have everything I need. But lately I have noticed letters saying that our bills are not being paid on time. I also noticed that my dad skips meals so I can have larger portions. He has changed lately and I hate the financial destress that he feels. I am trying to get a job but I do not know how much help I can be. Please! help a dad who deserves a break. any contribution is deeply appreciated and needed. Thank you so much

Hello,

I was going to ask for help with my rent originally but for some reason this project seems more important to me right now!

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The project is called Positive Post-its (http://fb.com/positivepostits) and as the name suggests it's basically a social/art experiment involving the spreading of joy/love/hope/positivity etc via the very humble Post-it note!

I was so bogged down last year with personal and financial issues and realized that so many people around me were facing the same negative distractions day in day out too so I decided to start leaving these cheery messages/drawings around the place. I soon noticed that it really helped lift my mood and it made some random strangers pretty happy too!

I'd love to be able to keep this project going and set up a decent online home for it with a domain and hosting and maybe even pay for some advertising but unfortunately I've been out of work for a while now and I hope to return to art college so the prospects for cash that I can put towards this are pretty dismal.

If you like the idea or need a pick me up then maybe you might like to join us on Facebook and get involved.

In terms of money, it wouldn't take much and if it wouldn't mean a sacrifice on your part I would be over the moon with any donations you might consider!

Our motto: "The best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer somebody else up." - Mark Twain.

ANY donation would cheer me up like there's no tomorrow!

I heart your face! xoxo

Thank you for taking the time to read this too! You're pretty amazing aren't you...I can tell :D

P.S. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so so so grateful! You should definitely feel confident in the fact that you've made my day! My Paypal Account is : aoife.dwyer@gmail.com

Hello,

I was going to ask for help with my rent originally but for some reason this project seems more important to me right now!

And I realize there are many much more worthy causes on here but if you are in a very giving mood maybe you'll have room for me too...

The project is called Positive Post-its (http://fb.com/positivepostits) and as the name suggests it's basically a social/art experiment involving the spreading of joy/love/hope/positivity etc via the very humble Post-it note!

I was so bogged down last year with personal and financial issues and realized that so many people around me were facing the same negative distractions day in day out too so I decided to start leaving these cheery messages/drawings around the place. I soon noticed that it really helped lift my mood and it made some random strangers pretty happy too!

I'd love to be able to keep this project going and set up a decent online home for it with a domain and hosting and maybe even pay for some advertising but unfortunately I've been out of work for a while now and I hope to return to art college so the prospects for cash that I can put towards this are pretty dismal.

If you like the idea or need a pick me up then maybe you might like to join us on Facebook and get involved.

In terms of money, it wouldn't take much and if it wouldn't mean a sacrifice on your part I would be over the moon with any donations you might consider!

Our motto: "The best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer somebody else up." - Mark Twain.

ANY donation would cheer me up like there's no tomorrow!

I heart your face! xoxo

Thank you for taking the time to read this too! You're pretty amazing aren't you...I can tell :D

P.S. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so so so grateful! You should definitely feel confident in the fact that you've made my day! My Paypal Account is : aoife.dwyer@gmail.com