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Hi.

Thanks for taking the time to read my request. I'm 30 years old, still in college and living with my parents. I've made a lot of great accomplishments in my life with far less support than most people who make it this far. Of course, with that said I've also made plenty of mistakes.

I grew up with a single parent, and another parent who visited annually just to stir up emotions and make my life miserable. When I was 18, I decided to work really hard to lose weight so that I could join the US Air Force. I had a strict plan that I was going to follow to succeed in life.

Unfortunately my superiors in the USAF would not accommodate that plan to independence as they forced me to find my own way from the barracks to work (a 40 mi drive), so I had to immediately struggle to get my drivers licence and I had to buy a car on an Airman's paygrade.

My income wasn't enough to afford the car and gas and other living needs that I was expected to pay, so eventually I had to leave the Air Force before my term was up (under honorable conditions). I tried to work as a civilian. The transfer was tough and I was vastly uninformed about what to do and what my options were. I'm the first first generation college student of my extended family.

After some petty jobs that would each take more than 10 years to be able to earn enough to live independently, I finally found a nice nighttime custodian job that was at least simple enough for that kind of pay. I was the night time custodian, but I was also a guy to have on call at this retirement home where I worked. If people's toilets flooded or a nearly deaf resident left their tv on past quiet hours (once I could hear one through 3 floors!) I was the guy to send up to fix it.

Having my first satisfying job as a civilian, I was able to investigate community college during the day, so eventually I enrolled and tried taking a few classes while working full-time. College was my saving grace. I never felt like I belonged anywhere until I first started to take college courses in math, science, and philosophy. I found the tutoring lounge on campus, made a lot of friends there, and I spent many hours cramming and helping those in need.

This soon led to me finding financial aid, making arrangements with my parents (my mom and my stepfather) to let me go to school full-time while I lived with them, and putting in my 2 weeks notice at work to focus exclusively on school.

My counselors advised that I pick where I want to transfer to and then figure out the details of how to get there after I got accepted. I think this was bad advice. While I ended up choosing to transfer to a university that had my desired major, Biophysics, it was 60 miles away from where my parents lived. My car that I had bought when I was in the Air Force also eventually broke down from not being able to afford maintenance while I worked, and was towed away for being in the public street for too long.

Finally, I got accepted to UC San Diego to work towards a degree in Physics with a specialty in Biophysics. When it came time to transfer, I got as involved as I could on how and when I was supposed to receive the financial aid so that I could go get an apartment and everything, and my school kept telling me, "you should get it tomorrow" until about 2 weeks into my first quarter when I finally got the support.

Despite this rocky start, I managed to get into a good shape for myself, making my way slowly but surely through school. Learning a great deal. Eventually when I felt the struggle was too difficult, I changed my major to Neuroscience before I began my upper division coursework.

So, as I settled into my schooling and struggled with maintaining financial independence on financial aid, I managed to get myself into maintaining a great aquarium hobby, owned two great little kittens from a street cat program, led as president of a student organization for one year, and eventually I got married. I also carefully learned about the stock market and managed to make some great gains with money that I had invested from financial aid savings.

In 2010, my gains were over 100%. That amounted to $2000 doubling itself, but still, that says a lot about me as a trader. However, 6 months into my marriage, she said she wanted out, grabbed the car that we both paid into (most of the money was mine from stocks; $5500 worth), and refused to pay her share of 2 months rent. That happened in December of the year of 2010.

2011 was a difficult year for me. I fought hard to maintain things, especially my head, but it was tough. I lost 45 lbs from exercising regularly, made lots of new friends, and I got some volunteer work experience in a Neuroscience lab. But I just couldn't focus well enough to maintain my finances and my grades, so I had to drop out and live back with my parents.

Despite how tough it's been, not finding work, struggling with the ins and outs of the VA, and just needing a professional therapist to talk to and help me keep my head straight but never being able to get one, I've managed to recuperate well enough and learn a lot more about this bottom floor of society that I've been so desperately trying to escape my whole life.

I've gone looking for opportunity in every direction. I've tried changing my career goals, collecting recyclables, writing online, trying any online scheme that didn't include me forking out money to get it, imagining what I could write as a novel, tried to make money through playing video games, making goal after goal after goal for myself, but still just not being able to get just the right amount of money to put me back on my feet.

I'll be going back to school in April at the risk of having to do it as a homeless person if the VA doesn't pull through for me. They recently approved my 10% service connected disability status and now I need to jump over a few more hurdles to get my more significant service connected disabilities recognized. I'm also seeing what the vocational rehab people can do for me despite the bureaucratic issues that are stopping them from helping me all the way.

BTW, this whole time that I've gone through life with common lower class difficulties, I've been disabled with a number of small conditions that all add up to a hard time. I have lower back issues that the military has yet to own up to. Community college found also that I have a learning disability which makes some intellectual tasks show up as lower than average ability for me while the rest of my intellect is high enough to expect that I could easily get a Masters Degree or a PhD. My biggest difficulty in school is that they don't give me enough time to show them what I know or what I'm capable of.

From working with special needs students as a tutor, I have proven to myself that there is a major problem in the education system. Most teachers never simplify the material into a clear picture of what they want to teach. If you want someone to learn something, the last thing you should be fuzzy on is what it is exactly that you want them to learn. We can't all work like intuitive Jedi or sophisticated parrots.

If you help me out, here is a list of the priorities of what your money will go towards, in order of their priority If you would like to request that I spend your donation on a specific cause, please let me know:

1. A working cheap economic vehicle.
I need something that I can sleep in and that will take me wherever I need to go. Preferably something that can stow quite a few recyclables as well to pay for gas, but not an SUV or truck or van (Unless that's all that is cheap of course. Not likely but you never know.).
I'll aim for great gas mileage, but I'm thinking that I should attend some police car auctions to see what the cheapest deal I can find is. This car would make a great shelter for me while I return to my far away school.

2. Investing on the stock market.
Trust me, I know how to fish. If you want to send me a request for proof I'd be glad to compose some evidence of my finest moments as well as my worst to show you that I can do well for myself on the stock market, even during the recession. What I could really use right now, is a little bait. Trading is good money for me, but to make enough to make gains worth more than the commission cost (about $10), you need about $300-1000 per investment. $300 is more for the high risk lottery plays on the market. I even made a blog about it if you would like to see:
http://www.squidoo.com/TheYoungidealistEconomyBlog
If you are willing, we can arrange something personal so that you wont need to worry about me putting the money you offer at high risk and blow it all. Might even be able to arrange something where I could make money for you to prove myself before accepting your donation. Whatever the case, I know we'd have to make it a personal arrangement to satisfy the current laws.

3. Working towards paying my debts to my friends.
My friends have been really supportive through these hard times, though they are starving students themselves. To keep up my morale they've bought me food, given me a place to crash when they could, and even paid to have me join them at fun local events. I have some money that I've promised them back, and I plan on making due on those promises as soon as possible.

4. Paying off my debts with companies.
I've had times where I couldn't afford to pay for rent and had to leave, like when my wife left me to live with her parents. These issues follow me on my credit score and I would like to work towards removing them so that I can turn my life around.

5. Getting a good start towards paying off my student loans.
I know I won't be able to pay them off before I find a good career with my degree. I would just like to have something to start making some automatic payments with and put that part of my bad credit score behind me as well.

6. Buying a home.
My mom never owned a home. No offense meant to land lords out there, but I really think the rental system is way out of line. My mom was always a hard worker. Way better than me, yet she could never own a home because she didn't have the money. Meanwhile, people with money could live in great big houses for less than she even had to pay.
I want a house to own. Probably start with a condo and seek ways to improve it and flip a profit out of it. Then I want to keep building up money from housing until I can manage to build an apartment building.
If I could, I'd like to make an apartment building near a university that offers cheap housing using the Japanese capsule model or something even more economic and more comfortable.

7. Making an online tutoring site meant to offer free tutoring and tutoring for tips. Imagine a site (I have yet to know of one) where people can collect their resources on a class, much like they collect info on ratemyprofessor.com, but also seek help from others who are taking the class or who have taken the class. Donors like you can offer money to tutors who post their notes and stories on the site, alongside ratings from other students that they helped.
Some tutors can offer their rates for help, sell their notes online for cheap, or just offer their help whenever they can and ask to be tipped through paypal if someone likes their work. My hope is that such a site could help to put an end to sophistry in the college system once and for all, making education easy and affordable for everyone.

8. After I have everything I'm hoping for above, the sky is the limit. But I would prefer to put the extra money that I don't need to good uses. I would spread a little philanthropy around, give to others in need on this site and through other resources.
I'd also look to teach others how to fish. I think a great way for the economy to be fixed would be if philanthropists made some really good employee owned companies. Make the place pay for itself, skim a little off the top, and walk away knowing that you really were a job creator.
I think that everyone who is capable of work and who chooses to work deserves to have their own independent living situation. I know that we are a long way from that, but I tend to be an optimist. I would like to try and make the world a better place, if nothing else.

Aside form financial help, I'm interested in anything else that I could get that's useful. Advice, Neuroscience Career connections, work, hobby or volunteer work that can easily become lucrative, I'm really all ears. Thanks again for taking the time to read my request. I hope you find it in you to help me out, even get to know me if you'd like. Bet you $5000 I can make you laugh. Did I win? >;) it was worth a try anyway.

Hey everyone. I've been dealing with panic disorder and agoraphobia for about 10 years. I'm currently 28 years old and am almost finished with a bachelor's of science degree. It has taken me almost ten years to complete, but I refuse to give up. I live with my parents still and sell things on ebay, try to do daily jobs, and take classes either on campus or online. I do not have medical insurance and I really need to have my eyes checked, a doctor's check-up, a dental cleaning, and money for Sallie Mae bills. Food, gas, and hygiene money aside. I've pretty much run out of things to sell and my parents don't have enough money of their own to support me. I have applied for HIP but am still on the waiting list after two years. I think it's pertinent to mention that I apply for jobs daily online. I do not sit around and wait for hand-outs. A lot of the jobs I have managed to obtain, I lost due to panic attacks. If I need to "step out" for a few minutes to collect myself, the employer doesn't understand. It's very frustrating because I try repeatedly with the same results. I would love to be able to see a psychiatrist, but again, I cannot afford it. I belong to online self-help communities and try to give myself the best therapy I know how. I have potential -- I know I can offer a lot to people if I can just get out there. If anyone could help me out with any amount, I'd be unbelievably grateful. Not really sure where to go from here.

I’ve never asked for any kind of help before, and certainly not from people that I have never met! But my situation has become so desperate that I really do need help.
I have, for the last 15 years, struggled to make ends meet, following periods of ill-health, bad luck and catastrophic decision making. My circumstances are now very desperate indeed, and have even considered suicide.
In 1997 I suffered from a period of depression, that became so severe that I was forced to give up my job, and borrowed money to cover my mortgage and keep my house. Unfortunately the repayments on this ever increasing debt snowballed, and I found myself unable to meet my mortgage and household bills. I had ploughed my life savings into the home, and lost it all.
In 2006 I was approached by a friend, who was concerned for my financial circumstances, and suggested that we buy an old property, renovate it and sell it for a profit. I was desperate to make some money, and trusted my friend. I would refer you to full details of this in my Beg, as the project ended in complete failure having been ripped off by an unscrupulous builder. Work that should have taken 3 months took in excess of 9, and I ended up carrying out all the work myself. I regularly worked at the house from the early hours until well past midnight. The long hours left me exhausted, and in October 2008 I had a breakdown. I simply couldn’t carry on, and collapsed at work. My employer at the time was an unforgiving and vindictive man, and he said that I would be suspended if my work didn’t improve. I was afraid that I would lose my job, and under considerable psychological pressure from my employer I was forced to resign.
Following the failed business venture, which had plunged me into further debt, my breakdown and subsequent loss of my job, I simply couldn’t cope and pushed me into a long period of depression that became so severe that I planned to take my life. At the time I was so ill that I was unable to hold down a job, and this simply added to my woes - whilst out of work and undergoing intensive counselling I borrowed further. By the end of 2009 I was £15,000 ($23,250) in debt. I desperately want to rebuild my life now, but it is difficult to do so when I am saddled with a debt that is crippling me. Between 2009 and December 2010 my debt increased - there is no answer to it, and I will never ever me able to clear the £18,000 ($27,900) that I now owe. It is a debt that cripples me and prevents me from having a normal, happy life. I am 50 in February 2012, but have no future. I am tired of being worried, stressed, unable to sleep, and being depressed. Please, please help me start my life all over again. Please read my full story, and contact me if you have any questions. Thank you.

My husband had open heart surgery 2 weeks ago(his 3rd heart surgery). He has aortic stenosis and insufficiency and just had his Aortic valve replaced and his aorta reconstructed along with a valvuplasty. He lost his job because of his heart (He was born with this problem but it gradually gets worse) which caused us to become homeless which caused us to have my sister watch our son for now, which caused me to lose my waitressing job. Now we don't know how we will pay for his Xrays next week, his heart arrhythmia medication, and Feb. 8th his appointment to talk to his surgeon about doing more work. Not only can we not take care of his medical needs (which by the way, open heart surgery and car seats don't mix, he always is in terrible pain), but we also have no food most of the time. I don't know what to do. I hate asking for free hand outs, but i'm not going to let my pride stop me from reaching out for help when we're in this situation. Me and our son need him to get better. Anything will make me so happy. Every penny counts. Thank you so much for anyone who is willing to help us in this time of need.

I have been working on writing several different books and it is a full time job in and of itself. I have had several health problems that make it impossible for me to work at this time. I am not usually the type of person who asks for hand outs but things have gotten very hard for me as of late and I have no other options open to me at this time. I was turned down for Social Security Disability Insurance and am waiting for a re-evaluation. In the mean time I have bills to pay and a need to eat. Anything that you could donate would be appreciated. In the past I have been the one to donate and am hoping that karma still exists and somebody will take pity on me. Thank you very much for reading this and considering donating to me.

Teach me to catch fish that is exactly what I am asking someone to help me do, so that I will stop always looking for hand outs. A humble, kind and caring person I am but for over six years now I am struggling like hell.Just over four years in marriage with two small kids under four and I feel like I am been washed away in murky waters with only my head above, trying to survive the economic crisis. My husband earns less than $400US each month and it is not even enough for the bills,baby food and other expenses. Relatives has to be giving us a little food sometimes mainly for the kids coupled with the two rooms we now occupy that serves as a kitchen just with a stove and temporary structured bathroom all this makes me feel stifled. I want to help so much it is unbearable. My husband mom has a little shop she is willing to allow us to operate a little business. It is long closed up now and needs to be refurbished. An internet cafe/service center will do well at that location and the estimated cost to start is $3000US, which I am begging you all, all that can afford to donate. Whatever you can help me with. We are not able to save as our bills and expenses are way over our earnings.I am worried about my kids, they are not yet attending school.I am a mature person and I believe it is better to start a business now which will help to employ others in the future. Please Help Me. Thank You All.

Also Beglist is doing a great job and when I became financially stable I will make that onetime donation. Keep up the good work Beglist.

I have been out of work and, I am currently in the need need or twin fitted sheets, all but one have large holes or runs in them. We have also been having a lot of brown/black outs, do to construction got to love caltrain (calfornia transportation and highway department) at work. The black outs last anywhere from a few minutes to over an entire day. We do have flashlights but not really the money to change the batteries when needed (AA and C's).

As far as the sheet(s) go I don't care if they are used, stained, bleach spotted just as long as there are no major runs or rips that I can not sew myself.

As far as the candles go, I don’t really care they can be anything at all and I would love them no matter the fragrance.

hi..im hoping kind people out there can help me. Im a 39yo female from australia with 2 children. I work part time and would love to seek full time work, but my situation stops me doing so. After and during the pregnancy of my 2nd child..i was extremely sick, gained alot of weight then lost it all..due to self persistance and a result of the whole combination of above events left my once were a-sized breast...almost to a pouch like stating...as they no longer contained any breast tissue. The option at that stage ws to have a complete masectomy..which i did. Meanwhile its been a long 14 years iv had to live this way..it eefects my whole life, self esteme and personal happiness. I have recently found a good surgain who is able to give me back half of the breast i had. I have tried to get loans but due to my work not being full time. Im not the kind of person who accepts hand outs so i promise to repay over time any or all kind people willing to help. I need a total of $15,000 and have medical documents from doctors which prove my case. Im really hoping people can help..as i just want my life back and have suffered this lose..long anough. :( ie if 15000 people donate $1...that would help so much and id keep record of every person who did so, and repay them over time..that i promise on my life!

If you need help too please read the bottom of this story. I am the mother of four wonderful children. They range in ages four years to ten years old. I used to have a nice home, nice car but now it's all gone. My husband prior to being disabled worked eighty hours per week. I do not want hand outs. I own my land but live in an old, falling apart mobile home. I need a new car and plan to build a home with recycled materials. I just need to be able to afford the equipment rental for the house. I am planning to have green energy, a garden and my family will live completely self sufficient. I do not want to live on welfare. Me and my children are very hard workers and are ready for this project and secure life. The plans are ready and the cost is extremely low. We know it will be a lot of sweat and probably bruised fingers but we are going to build this home ourselves. It will not be large! The bedrooms will only be around 10x10. If you wish to donate cash I will not argue. Though if you can't or don't want to donate. Instead of donating money if you want to help you can sign up as a referral to some of my online companies that I signed for. I also will not feel that I am a charity case. It won't cost you anything but it will pay me and help out more than you can understand. My children would be eternally grateful to have a comfortable home again. If you need money or would just like to discuss living self sufficient feel free to email me through the Paypal email address. Thank you for reading and have a blessed day. To everyone struggling keep trying, where there is a will there is always a way. It will get better. Here is one of the companies I am referring to. They pay $60 per referral. Perhaps if you need financial help this will be of some use to you and me. http://bigcash.zipnadazilch.com/index.php?referral=165451

So, I guess this is where I tell my story and list my reasons for needing assistance. This isn't so much begging as a loan request because I do intend to repay every cent to anyone who feels inclined to help.

Basically, I grew up in and out of group/foster homes because both of my parents were heroin addicts. Before I was taken away from them at age four we lived in junky squat motels where my father would boost and my mother would prostitute to support their habit. Eventually they were both arrested for crimes committed to support their habit and that's when I was made a ward of the state.

For a brief period my father got out of prison, cleaned up, and I lived with him from when I was about 8 to 11. He got me out of the foster home I was living in, met a woman at the church he started attending and got a job as a truck driver. While he was gone at work she would beat me continuing the abuse I endured previously in the foster homes I was shuffled through. It didn't take long until he started using again, and we found out that he had contracted AIDS from sharing dirty needles while he was in prison. During the time he was sick I ended up having to take care of him every day after I got home from school because my abusive stepmother was either at work or would have nothing to do with him when she wasn't. Of course, he got progressively worse and my step-mom decided she no longer wanted to support either of us, so she stuck him in a hospice. I came home from school one day and the paramedics were loading him into the back of an ambulance. For the next month she would not tell me where he was or let me contact him. At the end of that month, she left me on the doorstep of my grandmother's house (mom's mom) and was gone.

My father died about 3 weeks after that, but because my biological mother was living at my grandmother's as well we did make daily trips to see him those last weeks. A small mercy being able to spend some time with him before he died. My biological mother had gotten out of prison after my father had and had moved in with my grandmother because she was trying to get clean, but that did not last long and while we would go visit my father she would cop dope and fix up my dying father in front of me, as well as use herself. A couple weeks after my father died she split back out onto the streets leaving me in the care of my grandmother.

Needless to say with so much turmoil in my life I freaked out at this point. My grandmother couldn't handle her newly teenage grandson with so many emotional problems and kicked me out because I was so unruly. I lived on the streets, in and out of group homes until I was about 16 where finally I landed in a well run group home with staff that actually cared about the kids that lived there until I graduated high school. I re-established contact with my grandmother and mother who was once again trying to get clean. That didn't last and when she was out on the streets this time caught a lengthy prison sentence.

When I turned 18 I had to leave the group home so I stayed with friends and lived on the streets for a while again, but eventually ended moving back in with my grandmother. Not long after that she ended up being diagnosed with lung cancer. I spent the next few years nursing her, taking her back and forth to chemo and radiation treatments everyday after working the night shift as a waiter. During that time my mother got out of prison, but could no longer run the streets because now she was diagnosed with emphysema.

My grandmother did have a brief remission, but finally did succumb to her disease. After that, my mother's disease started getting progressively worse and worse. To top it all off after that she herself was also diagnosed with lung cancer. Thankfully during that time I did have some help taking care of her because I found a wonderful woman who became my fiancée. We took turns taking my mother to her chemo and radiation treatments.

Now, there is a lot more detail to this story with many more ins and outs, but that is the general outline. I guess you're probably wondering where the begging comes in and what I need it for?

Ok, here goes:

During that time my fiancée's horse riding lesson business tanked, and because of the nature of my mother's disease someone always had to be home with her because she would fall asleep sitting up and choke her self to death so someone always had to be home with her precluding at least one of us from having a regular job. We got a small stipend from the state for taking care of her in home, and she would do web design and find odd jobs off of craigslist/the internet and that's how we'd survive every month.

Unfortunately it ended up not being enough to survive or get my mother to her treatments every day. She was on medicare and the closest hospital that would accept her insurance was 40 miles each way. So, she ended up shoplifting groceries for us and got caught. I bailed her out and we took care of her case, or at least we thought we had. Cut to 2 days ago, my fiancée and I are awoken by bounty hunters stating that she missed a court date and they had to take her in. Her bail is $20,000 because now she has a failure to appear, and since my mother died about 6 months ago she's been taking care of me and has been the sole bread winner like I was when her business was tanking.

Our rent was due 3 days ago and the manager of the extended stay hotel place we live at told me we needed to be out by yesterday. I have about $10 to my name and if I don't have $600 to him in the next day or two I am sure his patience is going to run out and me, and my two dogs are going to be out on the streets, my fiancée will not have a home to come back to when she gets out of jail, and we will lose all of our stuff. If any of these details are unclear of if you have any questions about my situation please do not hesitate to ask.

If there is anyone out there that is inclined to help us in any way our gratitude would be eternal. As I said, this would be a loan. We would both work to pay you back as quickly as possible and I am not opposed to working for it now if someone has work for me to do. Also, if anyone would be inclined to help bail her out we could pay you back even more quickly. Neither of us has any family to fall back on or ask for help so this is the last thing I could think to do.

Feel free to contact me any time, and I will get back to you as soon as I can! Thank you for reading this, and considering to help. My gratitude is immense and eternal.

-Jason

Hello...

This has got to be the most humbling, humiliating experience ever. I just spent days creating a free website, not even knowing a site like this existed...Arrgghh!!!! Story of my life! Anyways, if you want the full gist of our story, please go to http://payitforwardtoday.webs.com. I'll try to be brief here. I figure if I'm going to ask total strangers for help, they have a right to know a little (or a lot!) about who they are helping. We are a family of 4 (plus our little Mini Daschund, who we'll call "Puppers" for the sake of privacy!) that have fallen on really hard times. We are not looking for hand outs; we are looking for a hand up! If you think it's not seriously earth shattering to realize that the best and only hope you have left is to air your dirty laundry to the world, and hope someone shows up with some detergent, then I really hope you never go through anything like this. I wouldn't wish our situation on my worst enemy on their worst day. It is truly soul crushing.

I am a wife and mother of 2 children, ages 9 and 21. Long and short of it, my oldest struggled A LOT. He was expelled from his school, and I forced him into the only other school that would take him, made him go every day until the time he got arrested. I picked up his diploma for him at his school, as he was in jail and couldn't go get it, but I am, to this day, glad that he has that diploma, and now, 4 years later, so is he. He was diagnosed as Bi-Polar while incarcerated, and mental can be so much tougher to deal with than physical. I'll always wish I had known the exact right point where his road changed to the one he travelled, and stopped it before it started. Now he is going to be a father himself, and all I can do is believe things will be ok (and wait anxiously to kiss all over my new Grandchild!!!!)

I got into trouble by with the IRS by filing taxes with my ex-husband for a couple of years. I didn't know any better, and though we were only married for a few years, and eventually had to part ways, his neglect to file or claim anything has haunted me for years. As I continued to work legitimately, his interest and penalties grew, and since the debt was considered uncollectible from him, the IRS opted to come after me. I was a single mother, unable to get child support, and losing my tax refunds to the IRS. When I reached 30, I met my current husband.

My husband has always been a hard worker, but he too has had his share of bad luck. He is a recovering alcoholic with 11 years of sobriety under his belt. His favorite catch phrase is "I'm the hardest working broke guy I know!", and it's so true. He is CONSTANTLY going; making phone calls, doing estimates, meeting with people to try to network and pick up more business. He does great work, and has had to really struggle to get his licenses, and maintain the insurances required to operate his business. He is in construction, and has had his own business (along with his partner) for about 5 years now. The past year has shown devastating loss. Basically, 9 out of 10 jobs have paid just enough to pay his 4 employees, and he and his partner end up taking home less than their employees. They are also having a hard time competing with "fly by night" construction companies who come in, promise the world for pennies on the dollar, and when they have problems a year later, the company is nowhere to be found. It's a constant battle to convince people that your workmanship and the warranty that backs it up, in addition to being a local contractor for 25+ years with a stellar reputation is worth it's weight in gold.

I am working at a really decent company now, and was thrilled to get my foot in the door. I wasn't there a month before the IRS decided to garnish my wages. Now, instead of the $500+ I would be taking home each week, I am bringing home a meager $123 per week. This has been our sole income for many weeks now, and after reviewing all of my paperwork, it appears the IRS feels I owe them in excess of $50,000!!!! This does NOT include the state taxes, which haven't caught up with me yet, but I'm sure they will. So, I have decided to stay working, even though unemployment would pay me more, because jobs are tough to come by. However, it's impossible trying to run a family by borrowing money from everyone we know, and no way to pay it back, because the money we bring in doesn't even pay the bills, the rent...it barely covers the groceries.

Can I add one more thing here? My husband, who's job is primarily getting up on a roof every day, was recently diagnosed with Vertigo. He can't drive right now, and even if jobs come in, he can't get on a roof anytime soon either. Reading through what I've written, I'm thinking to myself "I would SO think this is fake if I were reading it". I assure you, it's not. I'm not looking to bilk money from anyone, and I'm not promising anything to you in return. The only thing I AM promising is that you would honestly be helping a family in need. I know there are people worse off than us, and I thank GOD every day that I got to wake up in the morning, and that I have a family to love, and that loves me. I hope you never know how painful it is to tell your daughter that she can't go to gymnastics this time around because we don't have the money. I hope you never have to sleep on someones' couch with your child because your electricity is off, and you can't find anything valuable enough to pawn so you can pay it. I hope you never have to look in your husbands' eyes and see the pain and humiliation there because he feels he has failed your family. None of these things are things we asked to happen, but they all did. Could we have done anything differently? Sure. But who out there reading this right now has always chosen the right path? Who has NOT made errors along the way?

We are not looking to get rich. We are looking for a helping hand. We have always helped others when we have been able to, and are hoping there are others like us out there that feel the same. My primary goal is to collect enough to retain a tax attorney to help negotiate a settlement for me, so that I can finally contribute to my family, and take some pressure off of my husband. I am also hoping to pay off some utility bills we still owe, and March and Aprils' rent. That's it. Just looking to keep the little roof we rent over our heads. If we are able to get back on our feet, we'd like to pay it forward ourselves...one person, one family at a time.

Thanks for listening to the story of a stranger, and if you've got even a dollar or 2 to spare, we'd be really grateful. I'm sorry this is all over the map, but I'm not a writer, nor even a college grad. I'm a regular person fallen on hard times, and doing anything I can to get some help for my family.

Peace.

Hi we are a Long time Bouncer and Bartender couple in New York City. The bar industry is both a Lucrative and risky business that has been our passion for over 10yrs. We know all the ins and outs of the business and we are sure that with the right location our dreams will be a cash cow. I have 8 yrs of bartending and management experience and my partner has 15 yrs of night club security and bar management experience. Together we are a power couple that can run a successful business. our vision is a small piece of old new york. A neighborhood bar with big personality. but we lack the funds to get our dreams off the ground. Any donations of any amount is greatly appreciated and we are also interested in potential investors or financial partnerships, with us being the working owners. Please Help us achieve our goals. for more info please email me at wildspiritsnyc@AOL.COM

don't care about being unemployed for almost 2 years now, don't care about selling off everything i own
don't care about not having anything

just can't take one more day so isolated, forgotten and alone

if anyone can meet me for coffee on xmas day or eve, must be something open on the ESVA in Onancock area. just need to see another human being, just need to connect with another human being, just can't stand one more minute in this abyss of depression, despair and hopelessness. i am an older woman, in my 60's have no family, well educated, just have no family, won't want anything at all from anyone out there but an hour of your companionship. I'm not a drinker nor into drugs nor asking for anyone to help me find a job, there are no jobs here and that's my tough luck for moving here this year, I'm not going to whine, I just miss being with people. Prefer to meet with a fellow older woman please, and again I am not looking for hand outs or food or anything but just a bit of your time. thank you for considering this.

So why are you here?

Maybe you found me on Google...

Perhaps you found a link to this page somewhere and thought this looked cool?

Or maybe you don't know how you got here... and perhaps it was merely fate... I don't know.

I must admit, I am ecstatic that you're here right now. Seriously, I'm jumping up and down like a 13 year old girl who just got asked to the middle school dance by the cutest boy in school *OMG*... not really. However, I appreciate you taking 5 minutes out of your life to come visit me.

Contrary to all of the "Donate Now" buttons scattered across this website, I made this page for you. No this isn't some type of gimmick, you are here for a reason. If you've had the time to find this page, and have actually read this far... We need to have a serious talk.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE!? Life is so short and right now you are reading a website about a guy (me) who you believe is trying to make a million dollars off of hand me outs. Why do you care, at least I'm doing something to improve my life... What are you doing at the moment?

This Is The Wake Up Call!
Life is only approximately 30,000 days long, and that's only if your extremely fortunate. Cherish each and everyone of these days, because when it's over... Life as you know it ends.

What are you doing today, to make yourself a better tomorrow? What are you doing right now that will make all of your dreams, hopes, and deepest aspirations come true? Well, before now you probably weren't doing much, but now your mind is focused on the task at hand... What do you want?

I want you to close your eyes for a moment, and deeply visualize everything that you've ever wanted in your life... Make this the most elaborate fantasy possible, and hold this thought in your memory forever. In fact, write down everything you saw in your head, and make it happen on paper, then execute. We live in a World where anything is possible, and anything you want can happen... Look at me, I made a website to generate myself luxury beyond my wildest dreams, and I barely did any work.

The lesson to be learned here is... Don't take your life for granted, make it the best one it can possibly be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claremont Optimist Club
Do any of you have children that play Rec Sports or Optimist Sports? Well, at first I was just a parent that did not understand all of the ins and outs of our Optimist Club, however, two years later I am now the President of our local area Optimist Club and have learned that we have no money, and now do not have enough money to even pay for some of our field equipment that is financed much less new jerseys. I have tried some of the local merchants in our area for donations, but times are tough for everyone. We have 100+ kids at Claremont Optimist Club and are now into full swing of baseball season. We have t-ball, coach pitch baseball, machine pitch baseball, and kid pitch baseball.....We also have softball in all of the above categories. We need money, equipment, baseballs, softballs, jerseys, field equipment, basically anything to do with sports. We also have a football program that is very good for our community, and we are possibly at risk of not being able to run it because of our lack of funds. On top of that, it costs money to do many fundraisers, and we don't have it to get one started. Any money is some money for us so please help us out. We are in the heart of North Carolina and in a hard sruck county in need of whatever we can get. Please send any money, baseballs, softballs, equipment of any kind to 2032 Keisler RD SE, Conover, NC 28613. If it is checks, please make out to Claremont Optimist Club. We will send you donation forms for tax write-offs as well as thank you cards from our teams. Thanks for anything and everything you can do to get us on a path to being something good for our community.....You can also call me if you need more information about us...My name is Rick Sadler and my phone number is 828-312-5118....Thank you so much!!!!