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Hi i am in a very bad situation and need help.Any help counts!I am a Mom from 2 little kids 3 years and 16 months.I am sick and cant work !I applied for disability but the papers are still not approved and i got to support my kids.This is very hard for me i never thought i have to do something like this but here i am now asking for help.The bills getting more and more and i need food and clouts for my little ones.Please helped me its just for a short time till my papers are approved.Thanks and God bless you all

Hi i am in a very bad situation and need help.Any help counts!I am a Mom from 2 little 3 years and 16 months.I am sick and cant work !I applied for disability but the papers are still not approved and i got to support my kids.This is very hard for me i never thought i have to do something like this but here i am now asking for help.The bills getting more and more and i need food and clouts for my little ones.Please helped me its just for a short time till my papers are approved.Thanks and God bless you all

I’m a 21 year old college senior double majoring in English and Mass Communication, and I need help.

I have been living on my own for two years and working very hard (and struggling) to make it. I pay my own car note, insurance, tuition, and every other bill associated with my living expenses. This month, my rent is late and my apartment manager has already filed a notice for eviction. However, she said if I can have it paid before I’m served the papers, I won’t be evicted.

I have nowhere to go if evicted (besides my car). My friends and family are unable to help because they do not have the financial means to do so. I have pawned everything that the pawn shops will accept and sold everything that I can.

I still need a little over $700 to pay my rent and the late fee.

Even the smallest bit helps.


Thank you so much for your time, consideration, and help.

Since today is Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what it’s meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that I’ve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now I’m facing a struggle in which I’m hoping to tap into the kindness of the internet in order to help me through this hurdle.

I was raised by a single parent and grew up in a town where most families were on some sort of government assistance and could barely make ends meet. I was always taught to value what I had and that hard work will always bear its fruits. My high school was filled with kids who didn’t care about getting an education. I was a introverted “nerd” who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didn’t have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my “accelerated classes,” so I stupidly acted out and started to party as high school kids do. I ditched class to drink and dabbled a bit in drugs because there was nothing else to do. Even as I partied, I still managed to remain on the honor roll for all 4 years. Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year, our class had 250 kids and throughout the year approximately half of the student body dropped out at one point or another, giving up on their 14 year investment in their education. I made it to the end, but while everyone was excitedly responding to college acceptance letters, I had to throw all of mine out. Why? I was pregnant. I fully accept responsibility for my actions, but sex was not talked about in my household. I had no idea I had access to birth control or condoms and foolishly made a mistake that would change my life. I went to my prom and graduation 3 months pregnant without anyone knowing aside from my family.

The summer after graduation was spent brainstorming options and finding a job to help support my unborn child. I decided to keep the baby, thinking I would give it up for adoption. I was too immature to take care of myself, and now a baby? No way. As the months progressed, I fell in love with the baby and decided to keep her and raise her with the help of my family. I was excited but deep inside I was depressed. I really wanted to go off to college and live the life of a student living on campus, making new friends, staying up late to cram for midterms and possibly travel a bit. I couldn’t do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didn’t entice me. I also knew if I didn’t get an education, I’d be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didn’t want to struggle like I’ve seen my family fight just to put a decent meal on the table and keep the lights from getting shut down.

I started college two months after my daughter was born. She was perfection and an incredible motivator. I’ve always thought that she deserves something better, beyond what I can give her but I decided to try my best to give her an amazing life. Since I just had a baby, I wanted to explore the opportunities I had outside of a traditional classroom in college. Luckily, the local community college offered online courses which only required me to be in class on the first day, at midterms and during finals week. I did this for a year and a half until I took every online course possible. Then it was time for full immersion into college. Here came daycare and having to balance college life with working and a small child.

My average day in college looked like this: we’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn so my daughter and I could ride a 45-minute bus to school. Unlike most of my classmates, I had to dash straight from work to class or go to work right after class so that I could pick up my daughter from school at a proper hour. I was very fortunate to land a job in a small office as an office assistant during college that would later prove invaluable. The pay was ok, but I was allowed to tailor my schedule to be compatible with my changing class load every semester. After our day was done came another bus ride. Once we got home, I’d have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a day’s worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. I’d stay up until about 2am every night doing my reading assignments or writing papers only to have to get up 3 ½ hours later to start my day again.

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

Was it worth it? Heck yeah. I got my bachelor’s degree on my wall as proof. I am the first person in my family to ever get a degree. I have multiple relatives my age who ended up dropping out for various reasons yet I managed to graduate (with honors!) while juggling a small child and a demanding job. Aside from raising my daughter, this is what I’m most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. I’m stoked beyond words to be a part of that 2% (Source) I hope that this struggle and success will set an example to my daughter and show her that hard work does pay off.

After college, I worked a few jobs that I wasn’t too keen on. Too corporate, too stuffy, too bureaucratic to evoke any change and make an impact. I wanted to wake up every morning and feel inspired to go to work. I didn’t just want a paycheck, I wanted to engulf myself within organization so that I could kick ass and take names. I also wanted a 401(k), health benefits and life insurance so that my bases could be covered in old age. But mainly I wanted to wake up invigorated every morning and be able to pay my bills. After college, my daughter and I moved into our first home. I loved waking her up in her room filled with the girliest of things. I was a proud mama–on my own, college educated and living life as an independent woman.

Independent but unfulfilled. That is, until I was introduced to the CEO of my most recent employer. We hit it off immediately and within two week was offered the chance of a lifetime. I was invited to join his multimillion dollar company and close-knit team as his right hand. I’d learn all the in’s and out’s of running a business in a dynamic industry and receive a nice salary. After a bit of contemplation, I decided to resign from my stuffy job to join a company I was proud to be apart of. My job was great. It was flexible, nurturing, educational and insightful. In a few short weeks, I was in the trenches with my boss handling everything from sales to contracts to finance to HR. That is, until the company suddenly went out of business. I won’t get into the details but I was told I’d have a month before we were all let go. This was the job I wanted to settle in and dedicate years to, not just a job really but a mission to which I was dedicated.

I was laid off in March with no severance pay as the company had nothing. I had a small savings which I tapped into as I began searching for a job. I had to file for unemployment for the first time, which was hard as I’ve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet I’m struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but they’re scarce and don’t always offer pay that can support a family.

My bills are piling up and I have family and friends that are in no position to help me out. Unemployment can only pay so much and it isn’t enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. I’m in the process of starting up two businesses–one that peddles vintage finds and another that provides folks with stellar resumes to land their dream job so that I can increase my cash flow, but in the meantime, I’m asking for any donations to my cause. I’m willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. There’s a button below where your transaction will be processed safely and gratefully!

Please pass this on and +1 it, favorite it, retweet it and share in any way possible! No action is too small or unappreciated.

Thank you so much for letting me share my story with you.

Since today is Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what it’s meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that I’ve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now I’m facing a struggle in which I’m hoping to tap into the kindness of the internet in order to help me through this hurdle.

I was raised by a single parent and grew up in a town where most families were on some sort of government assistance and could barely make ends meet. I was always taught to value what I had and that hard work will always bear its fruits. My high school was filled with kids who didn’t care about getting an education. I was a introverted “nerd” who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didn’t have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my “accelerated classes,” so I stupidly acted out and started to party as high school kids do. I ditched class to drink and dabbled a bit in drugs because there was nothing else to do. Even as I partied, I still managed to remain on the honor roll for all 4 years. Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year, our class had 250 kids and throughout the year approximately half of the student body dropped out at one point or another, giving up on their 14 year investment in their education. I made it to the end, but while everyone was excitedly responding to college acceptance letters, I had to throw all of mine out. Why? I was pregnant. I fully accept responsibility for my actions, but sex was not talked about in my household. I had no idea I had access to birth control or condoms and foolishly made a mistake that would change my life. I went to my prom and graduation 3 months pregnant without anyone knowing aside from my family.

The summer after graduation was spent brainstorming options and finding a job to help support my unborn child. I decided to keep the baby, thinking I would give it up for adoption. I was too immature to take care of myself, and now a baby? No way. As the months progressed, I fell in love with the baby and decided to keep her and raise her with the help of my family. I was excited but deep inside I was depressed. I really wanted to go off to college and live the life of a student living on campus, making new friends, staying up late to cram for midterms and possibly travel a bit. I couldn’t do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didn’t entice me. I also knew if I didn’t get an education, I’d be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didn’t want to struggle like I’ve seen my family fight just to put a decent meal on the table and keep the lights from getting shut down.

I started college two months after my daughter was born. She was perfection and an incredible motivator. I’ve always thought that she deserves something better, beyond what I can give her but I decided to try my best to give her an amazing life. Since I just had a baby, I wanted to explore the opportunities I had outside of a traditional classroom in college. Luckily, the local community college offered online courses which only required me to be in class on the first day, at midterms and during finals week. I did this for a year and a half until I took every online course possible. Then it was time for full immersion into college. Here came daycare and having to balance college life with working and a small child.

My average day in college looked like this: we’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn so my daughter and I could ride a 45-minute bus to school. Unlike most of my classmates, I had to dash straight from work to class or go to work right after class so that I could pick up my daughter from school at a proper hour. I was very fortunate to land a job in a small office as an office assistant during college that would later prove invaluable. The pay was ok, but I was allowed to tailor my schedule to be compatible with my changing class load every semester. After our day was done came another bus ride. Once we got home, I’d have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a day’s worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. I’d stay up until about 2am every night doing my reading assignments or writing papers only to have to get up 3 ½ hours later to start my day again.

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

Was it worth it? Heck yeah. I got my bachelor’s degree on my wall as proof. I am the first person in my family to ever get a degree. I have multiple relatives my age who ended up dropping out for various reasons yet I managed to graduate (with honors!) while juggling a small child and a demanding job. Aside from raising my daughter, this is what I’m most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. I’m stoked beyond words to be a part of that 2% (Source) I hope that this struggle and success will set an example to my daughter and show her that hard work does pay off.

After college, I worked a few jobs that I wasn’t too keen on. Too corporate, too stuffy, too bureaucratic to evoke any change and make an impact. I wanted to wake up every morning and feel inspired to go to work. I didn’t just want a paycheck, I wanted to engulf myself within organization so that I could kick ass and take names. I also wanted a 401(k), health benefits and life insurance so that my bases could be covered in old age. But mainly I wanted to wake up invigorated every morning and be able to pay my bills. After college, my daughter and I moved into our first home. I loved waking her up in her room filled with the girliest of things. I was a proud mama–on my own, college educated and living life as an independent woman.

Independent but unfulfilled. That is, until I was introduced to the CEO of my most recent employer. We hit it off immediately and within two week was offered the chance of a lifetime. I was invited to join his multimillion dollar company and close-knit team as his right hand. I’d learn all the in’s and out’s of running a business in a dynamic industry and receive a nice salary. After a bit of contemplation, I decided to resign from my stuffy job to join a company I was proud to be apart of. My job was great. It was flexible, nurturing, educational and insightful. In a few short weeks, I was in the trenches with my boss handling everything from sales to contracts to finance to HR. That is, until the company suddenly went out of business. I won’t get into the details but I was told I’d have a month before we were all let go. This was the job I wanted to settle in and dedicate years to, not just a job really but a mission to which I was dedicated.

I was laid off in March with no severance pay as the company had nothing. I had a small savings which I tapped into as I began searching for a job. I had to file for unemployment for the first time, which was hard as I’ve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet I’m struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but they’re scarce and don’t always offer pay that can support a family.

My bills are piling up and I have family and friends that are in no position to help me out. Unemployment can only pay so much and it isn’t enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. I’m in the process of starting up two businesses–one that peddles vintage finds and another that provides folks with stellar resumes to land their dream job so that I can increase my cash flow, but in the meantime, I’m asking for any donations to my cause. I’m willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. There’s a button below where your transaction will be processed safely and gratefully!

Please pass this on and +1 it, favorite it, retweet it and share in any way possible! No action is too small or unappreciated.

Thank you so much for letting me share my story with you.

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Since today is Mother’s Day, I wanted to share my journey thus far and what it’s meant to be a mother for me. My story is unique in that I’ve overcome various obstacles to gain what some may call normalcy. Now I’m facing a struggle in which I’m hoping to tap into the kindness of the internet in order to help me through this hurdle.

I was raised by a single parent and grew up in a town where most families were on some sort of government assistance and could barely make ends meet. I was always taught to value what I had and that hard work will always bear its fruits. My high school was filled with kids who didn’t care about getting an education. I was a introverted “nerd” who took Honors and AP classes and saw education as a way to get out of a town that didn’t have much opportunity for growth. While I valued my education, I was also bored to death, even in my “accelerated classes,” so I stupidly acted out and started to party as high school kids do. I ditched class to drink and dabbled a bit in drugs because there was nothing else to do. Even as I partied, I still managed to remain on the honor roll for all 4 years. Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year, our class had 250 kids and throughout the year approximately half of the student body dropped out at one point or another, giving up on their 14 year investment in their education. I made it to the end, but while everyone was excitedly responding to college acceptance letters, I had to throw all of mine out. Why? I was pregnant. I fully accept responsibility for my actions, but sex was not talked about in my household. I had no idea I had access to birth control or condoms and foolishly made a mistake that would change my life. I went to my prom and graduation 3 months pregnant without anyone knowing aside from my family.

The summer after graduation was spent brainstorming options and finding a job to help support my unborn child. I decided to keep the baby, thinking I would give it up for adoption. I was too immature to take care of myself, and now a baby? No way. As the months progressed, I fell in love with the baby and decided to keep her and raise her with the help of my family. I was excited but deep inside I was depressed. I really wanted to go off to college and live the life of a student living on campus, making new friends, staying up late to cram for midterms and possibly travel a bit. I couldn’t do that anymore and the thought of experiencing college in any other way didn’t entice me. I also knew if I didn’t get an education, I’d be stuck in a cycle of dead end jobs all my life. I knew I didn’t want to struggle like I’ve seen my family fight just to put a decent meal on the table and keep the lights from getting shut down.

I started college two months after my daughter was born. She was perfection and an incredible motivator. I’ve always thought that she deserves something better, beyond what I can give her but I decided to try my best to give her an amazing life. Since I just had a baby, I wanted to explore the opportunities I had outside of a traditional classroom in college. Luckily, the local community college offered online courses which only required me to be in class on the first day, at midterms and during finals week. I did this for a year and a half until I took every online course possible. Then it was time for full immersion into college. Here came daycare and having to balance college life with working and a small child.

My average day in college looked like this: we’d have to wake up at the crack of dawn so my daughter and I could ride a 45-minute bus to school. Unlike most of my classmates, I had to dash straight from work to class or go to work right after class so that I could pick up my daughter from school at a proper hour. I was very fortunate to land a job in a small office as an office assistant during college that would later prove invaluable. The pay was ok, but I was allowed to tailor my schedule to be compatible with my changing class load every semester. After our day was done came another bus ride. Once we got home, I’d have to make dinner, pack us lunch for the next day, prepare her backpack with extra clothes plus wash and prepare a day’s worth of bottles for my daughter. After I put my daughter to bed was the only time I had for homework. I’d stay up until about 2am every night doing my reading assignments or writing papers only to have to get up 3 ½ hours later to start my day again.

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

Was it worth it? Heck yeah. I got my bachelor’s degree on my wall as proof. I am the first person in my family to ever get a degree. I have multiple relatives my age who ended up dropping out for various reasons yet I managed to graduate (with honors!) while juggling a small child and a demanding job. Aside from raising my daughter, this is what I’m most proud of thus far. I read online that less than 2% of teen moms attain a college degree before age 30. I’m stoked beyond words to be a part of that 2% (Source) I hope that this struggle and success will set an example to my daughter and show her that hard work does pay off.

After college, I worked a few jobs that I wasn’t too keen on. Too corporate, too stuffy, too bureaucratic to evoke any change and make an impact. I wanted to wake up every morning and feel inspired to go to work. I didn’t just want a paycheck, I wanted to engulf myself within organization so that I could kick ass and take names. I also wanted a 401(k), health benefits and life insurance so that my bases could be covered in old age. But mainly I wanted to wake up invigorated every morning and be able to pay my bills. After college, my daughter and I moved into our first home. I loved waking her up in her room filled with the girliest of things. I was a proud mama–on my own, college educated and living life as an independent woman.

Independent but unfulfilled. That is, until I was introduced to the CEO of my most recent employer. We hit it off immediately and within two week was offered the chance of a lifetime. I was invited to join his multimillion dollar company and close-knit team as his right hand. I’d learn all the in’s and out’s of running a business in a dynamic industry and receive a nice salary. After a bit of contemplation, I decided to resign from my stuffy job to join a company I was proud to be apart of. My job was great. It was flexible, nurturing, educational and insightful. In a few short weeks, I was in the trenches with my boss handling everything from sales to contracts to finance to HR. That is, until the company suddenly went out of business. I won’t get into the details but I was told I’d have a month before we were all let go. This was the job I wanted to settle in and dedicate years to, not just a job really but a mission to which I was dedicated.

I was laid off in March with no severance pay as the company had nothing. I had a small savings which I tapped into as I began searching for a job. I had to file for unemployment for the first time, which was hard as I’ve prided myself on not having to use government resources to pay my bills. I have almost a decade of solid work history and yet I’m struggling to find a job. Places are hiring but they’re scarce and don’t always offer pay that can support a family.

My bills are piling up and I have family and friends that are in no position to help me out. Unemployment can only pay so much and it isn’t enough to put a home-cooked meal on the table or keep everything paid. I’m in the process of starting up two businesses–one that peddles vintage finds and another that provides folks with stellar resumes to land their dream job so that I can increase my cash flow, but in the meantime, I’m asking for any donations to my cause. I’m willing to offer any services in return for a donation over $30 via paypal. There’s a button below where your transaction will be processed safely and gratefully!

Please pass this on and +1 it, favorite it, retweet it and share in any way possible! No action is too small or unappreciated.

Thank you so much for letting me share my story with you.

hello since i last visited someone halped me with my si tuat ion where i needed help paying for my meds and doctor's bills ove the holdiays much appreciated i am h owever st ill unemployed and planning to move soon i once lived ina ahelter here but my time was up in about 3 months i continue toseek a job iam a middleged woman 55 who needs help with a buscard for a week here i have asked to have various papers fi lled out but when i ge t better the health cneter stops working for me i am no member of gang teh lazy old micial social worker would not help me wi th my reduced fare permit i cna't walk far i have heart problem under control with medications i can work however i am not from here when the peoples health center got my medicla records from cook county they stopped helping i need a lit tle change or i have a paypal account until things improve i am an adult learner who is trying to SURVIVE i read online that many older workers are getting jobs i used tostay in an sro but state financing ran out in illinois i have a new eyeglass pr escrip tion that needs filling i only run in to difficulties here lately when i ask for minor help 15-25 dollars can anyone help me i used to suffer for CHF!I am in need of shoes also i have type 2 diabetes wk hich ialso treat with medicine once t hey at the health center on delmar blvd.)helped me use Xubex for important medicines once however i only tke basics i can use a little help and help with bus fare i go to churches to eat many .many meals their clohing is limited so i have very little if not sought by people who claim to be lceaning up an area that is already environmentally clean and hidden on a tree branch not in anyone's way i can get doanted items if i can get there i am hungry at times and am given t hing s formtime to time, ilove to work god bless youif you can help , my name is yslvia mccullough i get coorespondence at 1610 olive st., st.louis,mo 63103 i also have paypal, thanks for letting me ask, good nite

I am a second year Paramedic Student. Unfortunately I do not have enough money to pay for books and tuition. I no longer qualify for the Pale grant because I have meet the maximum amount of allowed credit hours (100) with my other degree I received two years ago. This is my dream and I am going to fall short if I can't get help. I will provide proof to anybody willing to help me. Official School transcripts, Enrollment papers, Letters of recommendation what ever you request to prove my need for help. Thank you for your consideration. God bless. Charles Jenkins

I am a second year Paramedic Student. Unfortunately I do not have enough money to pay for books and tuition. I no longer qualify for the Pale grant because I have meet the maximum amount of allowed credit hours (100) with my other degree I received two years ago. This is my dream and I am going to fall short if I can't get help. I will provide proof to anybody willing to help me. Official School transcripts, Enrollment papers, Letters of recommendation what ever you request to prove my need for help. Thank you for your consideration. God bless. Charles Jenkins

we are a ffamily on their worst. We live in spain, we both are jobless (me for more than a year, my husband 4months), and we have no income at all, and very difficult to find a job as more than 25% of population here is unemployed, and unemployment is growing.

Some time ago, we got scammed with a personal credit and, despite trying to cancel it, we couldn't and we have to pay for it all. It's not much money monthly but, as we have no income at all, paying for basic services (electricity, water, phone) is a pest.

The complete debt of that credit is 3000 euros, but paying it 70 euros each month, phone is fixed in 80 euros (handy and line with dsl), electricity is 40 euros a month, and water only 30 euros. That makes a total of 220 euros a month.

I could start working in june (no papers no social security...just work for money and food) but till then, we need your help!

I have 3 brand new, collectable dolls never been opened, has papers of Auth. with them. I have M. Monroe, Teddy Bear, Others. I am selling a pack of 3 one of each. Selling price for the pack of 2 is $125.00 - $140.00. Serious replies only please. This is a one time special. I have pictures of the items.

After over 18 years in a verbally and financially abusing relationship, and after I move my 5 children to be near their dad he files for divorce. Now that I have no friends or family in this state...he wants me out of the house and to get custody. I am depserate to find an attorney and housing..I have 26 days to acknowledge his divorce papers and NEED HELP! Please help me..I can't leave the state to be near family that can help me and he is manipulating the system..I took the day off to go to Dr. and see a lawyer and he says he is gonna have me kicked out because i have suspiscious behavior. HELP...

I'm a 33 year old mother of three boys. I grew up in an abusive home and proceeded on to an abusive marriage that lasted 13 years. From that marriage I have 2 sons, ages 13 and 11. My 13 year old was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome at age 9; my 11 year old has conduct disorder and has a tentative diagnosis of bipolar disorder. About 4 years ago, I finally had the courage to walk out of my abusive marriage and try to build a safe and normal life for my sons. Fast forward a year, and I found the love of my life and soulmate and remarried.I moved 5 hours away from my ex husband, thinking we would be safer. My ex husband remarried as well. Unfortunately, he married an attorney. Over the course of the last 3 years, we have been kept in court with custody battles and such, while my ex used his new wife's knowledge of the law to find every possible way to avoid paying child support. WE had to pay for an attorney, while his wife represented him for free. Not to mention, the court where we had to go for these cases was less than a mile from his home, while we had to travel 5 hours each way. My current husband and I have a son together now who is almost 2 years old. For 6 months of the last year my ex had finally been paying child support. My husband works to provide for us, while also having to support his son from a previous marriage. That's supporting 6 people on one income! So, having the child support really helped. (I am currently unemployed as we have no means of transportation and live in a rural area with no public transportation, and also have 2 children who are too old for daycare, yet cannot be left unattended due to their disorders.) We werent wealthy by any means, but we managed to make it from week to week and keep our bills paid. However, in October, my husband's employer went out of business with no notice. In the same week, my ex ceased making child support payments and the transmission went out in our vehicle. My husband, out of desperation, found a friend two towns away who would allow him to stay with him so my husband would be in an area with public transportation so he could look for work ( the friend has a one bedroom home that would not house us all, so the kids and I stayed here). All he has managed to find so far is a part time fast food job that barely covers his child support payments. This morning I was delivered the court eviction papers that will render my children and I homeless. If this happens, I have no doubt that my abusive ex will do everything he can to take my children away from me. At this point, I do not even have a way to get to the grocery store, let alone to another state to fight for custody of my children, and I certainly cannot afford legal representation. Our current situation is this: my husband and I must live in two different towns because of lack of transportation and income; I am stranded in the middle of nowhere with two special needs children and a toddler; we are on the verge of eviction with no place to go (neither my husband nor I have any family who can help); all of our utilities will be turned off within a week (no water or heat, we already do not have a phone); and my vindictive, abusive ex husband who does not even bother to financially support his children could potentially regain custody if we find ourselves homeless. I am living in a nightmare right now, and am at the end of my rope! I have no other place to turn and I am really praying that this option can help me find a light at the end of this long, dark tunnel. My h usband and I are both abuse survivors who have children with special needs. We are currently full time college students, studying psychology and social work (3.88 GPA's for both of us) because we have been through just about everything imaginable and want to use our past negative experiences to help others who are suffering or surviving and trying to cope. Our only goals in life are to give our children a decent life and help others who need it when we are able. All we need is a little help getting to the point where we are able.

Can maybe get Social Security in 5 months but need help living till then.
Dire Straits. noun. a bad or difficult situation or state of affairs, (not just the name of a band).
Up front, I take full responsibility for my current condition/situation, no other person place or thing is responsible for bad decisions I have made. And I have made quite a few.
That being stated, here are the facts;
Currently living in a car(read that homeless).
Unemployed, not unemployable but a very poor job history.
Stuck in a place where the weather is nice, but I really do not want to be here.
So if you have guessed that this is a plee for help, you are correct.
How did I get here? Years of practice.
I recently spoke with a professional, not in his professional settings, but of subjet matter that is discussed in his professional settings.
After some communications between us his opinion is that quite probably I am suffering from PTSD (Post Tramatic Stress Disorder). Something I aquired at the age of 17. 45 years ago I was involved in an automobile accident that resulted in both deaths, yes plural, and permanent disability to persons other than myself. Although due to circumstances beyond my control I was never charged with any crime, and there are no wants or warrants now, I believe the accident was my fault. I am willing to discuss the details in private as posting them on the internet could possibly bring painful memories to any living family members involved.
So for 45 years I have practiced the symptoms of PTSD so well that I have slipped through undetected. Probably in part due to the fact that although I am of the typical age of a Vietnam Vet, I never served in that arena, as I ran away from home just after the accident, because I was afraid of going to jail, that any draft papers never caught up with me. I was not afraid of going to jail because of being locked behind bars, I was afraid of suffering more sexual abuse at the hands of older inmates like I had already received from my sick alcoholic father.
So not being a vet and not discussing the accident no one ever considered PTSD, and they now know that severe trama of any sort can cause it, not just the theatre of the battlefield. Couple that to me not staying in one spot long enough for anyone to really know me. I have been successfully hiding in my head. As long as I don't get too close too intimate it won't hurt when I run away and lose you.
Severe trama it is now believed to stunt emotional growth. If the trama is severe enough emotional growth can in fact be locked in to the time of the tramatic event. So imagine being a teenager in a 61 year old body, thats me. Married 4 times afraid to have children. I heard on a radio talk show when I was very young that "The sins of the fathers where passed to their offsprings" and made a decision to never have children because no way was I going to do what was done to me to some helpless trusting child. This is one of the few things that I have been successful at.
The professional says I must discuss these matters, that is part of the healing process. So I am jumping in off the deep end, going online with my story in hopes that it will benefit myself and any other poor sod that happens to be in a similar situation.
Yes I am asking for help, financial help. Here with the help of the professional is what I am thinking, If I can find a few thousand lucky individuals that are housed and employed to give one dollar then I can purchase a used motorhome, put it in an inexpensive rv park so that I can have a base of operations from which to take showers on a daily basis, eat hot food and have an address to put on job applications. I could find some form of professional assistance either city/state/federal to deal with the PTSD for the long term.
There is help available.
And just to ease the voices in your head, I have not had a drink of alcohol or any hard drugs since 1982. I have used marijuana on a irregular basis off and on my whole life, I'll see what the PTSD treatment brings regarding that issue.
Honesty, what a concept.
Well if you have read this far, please, if you can afford it, click the paypal button and just one dollar is all I ask.
Thank You,
Joe

Does any body out there read these posts for other than entertainment purposes? If so, please Please read this entire post...it spans 3 months. We truly do need your help. This is one final update to my earlier post from 1/17/2010. My fiance has been unable to collect her needed travel papers from her hotel because she has been unable to pay her total bill. The expense has remained at $1500. She needs the money to pay her hotel bill, so she can retrieve her sale contracts. If anyone out there will help us pay the total bill, they will be reimbursed the total plus 50% more as a means of reimbursing you for your trouble.
Her payout for the property she has a contract on selling has been finalized, but she is unable to collect the needed paperwork her stupid lawyer gave to the hotel as a "payment guarantee". It sounds stupid, because it is stupid. I think this lawyer must have purchased his law degree from a "five and dime" establishment. Any of you out there who've had to deal with lawyers in foreign countries know exactly what I'm talking about here. They are sometimes not the sharpest knives in the drawers!!! And that's being polite!!!! Please help...contact me for more details on how you may do so, or just submit your paypal details here on the website, I guess. Not sure how this site works, unfortunately. Thanks for reading my plea.

My name is Dennis. In early December 2011, my fiance' traveled abroad to settle her late father's estate and to sell a large piece of property. When she went (at the insistence of her uncle), she was assured she would only gone for about 2 weeks because the property was supposedly a hot commodity. According to the family lawyer, who was acting as counsel for my fiance', the land would easily sell in 2 weeks. That was in early December. My fiance was sent overseas with very little clothing, very little money (the minimum to get by on for 2 short weeks) and she had no place to stay. She was not welcome to remain in the lawyer's home past a few days, since he had other relatives coming in for the Christmas holidays. She was basically forced into staying in a hotel which she did not have sufficient funding for. I have since tried to help but have completely hit the bottom of the barrel. I've sold anything and everything of value to try to keep up with the mounting hotel bills and her survival needs. Now the money has run out, I am unable to borrow any more. I have no family or friends I can count on to help and neither does my fiance'. The hotel manager has decidely made things much more difficult by seizing her passport and some important documentation and is holding her papers as hostage until she pays the bill. Until she gets paid for the property she is selling, which will be in the next 10 days, she cannot do anything but cry for help. (She is caught in a "catch-22) situation. She cannot sell the property without having her travel papers and the important documentation for the sale of her property. She can't get her papers back until she provides for payment to the hotel. She desperately needs a minimum of $1500.00 to settle the hotel bill and satisfy mounting living expenses. Please donate what you can. If you need to be repaid, she is willing to repay what she is loaned with some nominal interest applied. We will need to work that detail out later if required. Please, please, help. Thank you for whatever you can do.

Hi
My husband, who is a Vietnam vet, passed away recently (October 8th, 2011) from Bone and Lung Cancer at home. First of all, he wanted to spend the rest of his life home with me and our pets (three Mini Dachshunds and two kitties). Also, the VA wouldn't be able to control his pain enough so that he could enjoy the remainder of his life so he went under Hospice care. They strive for quality of life and they were amazing.

The problem with that was that when you die at home, the VA covers nothing at all. Had he died in the VA they would've covered his funeral expenses. We didn't have life insurance. He had started a policy, but the bill for the first payment came in on Monday, the 10th. He died Saturday the 8th.

He died here at home and then was placed in the funeral home morgue until we could come up with enough of a down payment for his funeral (I believe it was $2000.00) I still owe something around $5,000. He stayed in that morgue for around three weeks before we could gather up that money. Not a good way to treat a vet at all.

I had left my job to take care of and be with him until he died, this is what he wanted. We didn't have insurance or any kind of state medical help. We lived on his disability check that he received monthly. There are no survivor benefits, VA or Social Security I've been told either. We had only been married a year. We have been together since 2002, but got married Sept. 21, 2010. We had our first anniversary a couple weeks before he died. As far as I know, SS people have told me we must have been married for ten years in order to get any kind of survivor benefits.

We had sold our boat, truck, and spent any money that we had toward our living expenses and to help with down-payment on funeral.

Now, I'm back to work but it is part time, I make $7.50 per hour (sometimes as little as 20 hours every two weeks). Telephone survey taker. I don't qualify for state help other than food stamps.

I've been looking for work since he died and not getting any responses at all. I am on the Michworks website numerous times a day, every day besides checking the local papers, and any other things I can think of.

Right now as I write this, I am due to lose our home (we rented this for the last nine years). My rent was due on the first. I have borrowed money, sold household items, and gotten help from the area charity places that I could. Every month has been a struggle and every month I think "okay, I've gotten the rent paid this month and I SHOULD have a new job by the next time the rent is due", but sadly it is not working that way. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm beginning to lose faith. I absolutely cannot get rid of our pets either. I promised I would never let anything happen to them and I wont. Besides, they are our little ones, our family that we had together. They are also what is keeping me going. I cannot imagine life without them and him too.

I am at the end of my rope now. I didn't want to resort to this and it really is a blow but I don't know what else to do anymore.

I hope that there is someone out there that will read this and be able to help me somehow.

Thank you so much.

My family and I are in a crisis. I have one child, another on the way and my husband just lost his job. My father also lost his job, so my family can not help financially. My utility bills are due to be shut off, I have two very sick cats who dsperately need care and just dicovered last week I may have cervical cancer. I havetaken out loans and no one else will loan to me. The ones I do have are months behind on the payments and are threatening to take me to court for the collateral, which is my only vehicle and my mobile home. Please, somone if you can, help out. I'm about to be on the street with children and no way to shelter orfeed them. Anyone who can help WILL BE REPAID double as soon as I can get things lined back up. I will even sign papers from a lawyer to repay anyone who helps. I do not want a hand out, I just desperately need a hand up til I can repay. Please, I'm begging with everything I have. God bless you all. Hope I will be in the positon to donate back very soon.

I am nearly 60 years old and am loosing everything. I lost my job and downsized to an apartment with the rest in storage. I still have not found a job and have been served eviction papers on the apartment and registered mail for the auction of my storage. I haven't been to the grocery store in months and now am down to a few canned goods and oatmeal. I need your help and am hoping someone will see this and contact me. this is a last ditch effort to salvage what is left of my life. Please think of me and help me. I don;t know what else to do. This is the act of someone who is is panic stricken. Please help me.

I am nearly 60 years old and am loosing everything. I lost my job and downsized to an apartment with the rest in storage. I still have not found a job and have been served eviction papers on the apartment and registered mail for the auction of my storage. I haven't been to the grocery store in months and now am down to a few canned goods and oatmeal. I need your help and am hoping someone will see this and contact me. this is a last ditch effort to salvage what is left of my life. Please think of me and help me. I don;t know what else to do. This is the act of someone who is is panic stricken. Please help me.

I am nearly 60 years old and am loosing everything. I lost my job and downsized to an apartment with the rest in storage. I still have not found a job and have been served eviction papers on the apartment and registered mail for the auction of my storage. I haven't been to the grocery store in months and now am down to a few canned goods and oatmeal. I need your help and am hoping someone will see this and contact me. this is a last ditch effort to salvage what is left of my life. Please think of me and help me. I don;t know what else to do. This is the act of someone who is is panic stricken. Please help me.

I am nearly 60 years old and am loosing everything. I lost my job and downsized to an apartment with the rest in storage. I still have not found a job and have been served eviction papers on the apartment and registered mail for the auction of my storage. I haven't been to the grocery store in months and now am down to a few canned goods and oatmeal. I need your help and am hoping someone will see this and contact me. this is a last ditch effort to salvage what is left of my life. Please think of me and help me. I don;t know what else to do. This is the act of someone who is is panic stricken. Please help me.

I am nearly 60 years old and am loosing everything. I lost my job and downsized to an apartment with the rest in storage. I still have not found a job and have been served eviction papers on the apartment and registered mail for the auction of my storage. I haven't been to the grocery store in months and now am down to a few canned goods and oatmeal. I need your help and am hoping someone will see this and contact me. this is a last ditch effort to salvage what is left of my life. Please think of me and help me. I don;t know what else to do. This is the act of someone who is is panic stricken. Please help me.

I am nearly 60 years old and am loosing everything. I lost my job and downsized to an apartment with the rest in storage. I still have not found a job and have been served eviction papers on the apartment and registered mail for the auction of my storage. I haven't been to the grocery store in months and now am down to a few canned goods and oatmeal. I need your help and am hoping someone will see this and contact me. this is a last ditch effort to salvage what is left of my life. Please think of me and help me. I don;t know what else to do. This is the act of someone who is is panic stricken. Please.

Hello all. I am in soooo much trouble and could use some help! My wife and I have been out of work for several months and unemployment is not enough to keep up the mortgage. I am set to go back to work soon but we are 2 months behind on our mortgage and in debt relief program but I just got served papers as one of our credit card co. are suing me for $1,500. My debt mgnt. co says that there is little they can do except guide me through this court hearing. The mortgage (BOA) is threatening us with foreclosure. I am a father of 3 and my wife has MS and diabetes. If anyone out there can lend a helping hand PLEASE let me know. All this stress is making me ill, very ill. I know there are tons of ppl in this same situation with very few ppl out there who can help, I guess I am hoping for a miracle, the right person(s) at the right time. Thanks, R. Douglas Ewing

I am a hungarian artist who is creating beautiful artworks from recyclable materials. I never throw away any newspapers, flyers, advertisement papers because I try to recycle all of that. I am creating wonderful objects, gifts and even sculptures from paper mache. This is a very versatile material, very strong and durable objects can be made from it. It is suitable not just for creating artworks, but even for creating everyday-use objects. Not to speak of that the use of recycled materials helps to save our environment.

My plan is that I am going to establish a workshop. I would like to make a living by working as an independent paper mache artist. But I need a little help for it. As a matter of fact my financial situation is not too good and I do not have enough money to start my own workshop. I have to rent a workshop space, I have to buy a lot of paints, lacquers and glues. So I need an initial push to start this project.