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My name is Jason. I am a hardworking 28 year old married man with three wonderful children 7, 4, and 1 month old, and the best wife anyone could ever ask for. When I and my wife married we were “given” my parents’ home in NY along with the mortgage as a wedding present. My wife and I have spent the last three years renovating this home, dumping every single cent we had into its improvement. We both come from broken homes and both wanted something more than what we came from, and have managed to build a loving stress free environment for our family, and in a matter of a month my “family” (brother, mother and father) have managed to crush our dream out of selfishness and this, “the world owes me something” mentality they all seem to have.
I work full time and also do side jobs on weekends to make ends meet, my wife has been out of work on disability (she will return full time in the next 3 weeks) due to the birth of our son, which should be the happiest time of our life, and yet I get to go home and see my children upset wondering why there uncle is acting the way he is, I get to see my wife cry over the fact that we have been basically reminded that even though we pay the bill and we fix this home and have made it what it never was for me growing up an actual home, that it is not ours and we should have no say over what happens.
My brother who at one time made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year an selfish heartless drug addict, who even though has never treated me or my family with any respect I have always dropped what I am doing regardless of time or place to go “save him”, and by save usually picking his drug addict ass up and making sure he gets home, or dropping what I’m doing to take him to the hospital cause he is so sick from whatever he has taken this time. Now that brother has decided to move in with us, not ask, not offer to help, but blatantly tell me and my wife, “it’s not your house , I am not asking permission to stay here”, and my parents who told me this home was a “Wedding gift” seem to agree. They feel it’s okay for a drug addict to be living among children, that it’s okay that slowly one by one pieces of my wife’s jewelry are disappearing, or that since he came has literally taken over my infant sons nursery with his disgusting belongings that I found my wife sitting on the floor of the living room trying to feed the baby because he’s asleep on the sofa passed out cold and his belonging are strewn all over the house.
My only options are to buy this home that I and my wife have built a great life in so I can say who stays and goes, or to uproot my children and move as far from these selfish disgusting people as possible.
In order to purchase this home I would need a deposit upwards of 12000 which due to me draining my accounts my sons accounts and my wife’s to “save” my brother from jail, drug dealers, etc., we have nothing left. Which has led me here, led me to the point where I feel more dependent on asking strangers for help than my own family because they can’t even help themselves? I am the little brother (youngest of four) who has always had to be the big brother, I am the one one whose entire family drops there problems in my lap as if to say deal with it. I have been the pillar supporting every single family member I have for the last 28 years, the pillar has finally cracked and can’t hold up the weight of the world anymore. I am begging on my hands and knees for help from completer strangers so I can continue to give my children the life I never had, and offer them some stability instead of having to tear them from the home they have come to love, that my wife has come to love, that I love. I want to give my children the world but my family continues to assure that won’t happen under there watch. Please I beg of you with everything I am I need help. Please don’t make us just another statistic, I found my calling and made a life for my wife and children, I have put aside pride, because they are all that matters to me. Thank You for taking the time to read this and thank you for any support or help you can provide.

My name is Jason. I am a hardworking 28 year old married man with three wonderful children 7, 4, and 1 month old, and the best wife anyone could ever ask for. When I and my wife married we were “given” my parents’ home in NY along with the mortgage as a wedding present. My wife and I have spent the last three years renovating this home, dumping every single cent we had into its improvement. We both come from broken homes and both wanted something more than what we came from, and have managed to build a loving stress free environment for our family, and in a matter of a month my “family” (brother, mother and father) have managed to crush our dream out of selfishness and this, “the world owes me something” mentality they all seem to have.
I work full time and also do side jobs on weekends to make ends meet, my wife has been out of work on disability (she will return full time in the next 3 weeks) due to the birth of our son, which should be the happiest time of our life, and yet I get to go home and see my children upset wondering why there uncle is acting the way he is, I get to see my wife cry over the fact that we have been basically reminded that even though we pay the bill and we fix this home and have made it what it never was for me growing up an actual home, that it is not ours and we should have no say over what happens.
My brother who at one time made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year an selfish heartless drug addict, who even though has never treated me or my family with any respect I have always dropped what I am doing regardless of time or place to go “save him”, and by save usually picking his drug addict ass up and making sure he gets home, or dropping what I’m doing to take him to the hospital cause he is so sick from whatever he has taken this time. Now that brother has decided to move in with us, not ask, not offer to help, but blatantly tell me and my wife, “it’s not your house , I am not asking permission to stay here”, and my parents who told me this home was a “Wedding gift” seem to agree. They feel it’s okay for a drug addict to be living among children, that it’s okay that slowly one by one pieces of my wife’s jewelry are disappearing, or that since he came has literally taken over my infant sons nursery with his disgusting belongings that I found my wife sitting on the floor of the living room trying to feed the baby because he’s asleep on the sofa passed out cold and his belonging are strewn all over the house.
My only options are to buy this home that I and my wife have built a great life in so I can say who stays and goes, or to uproot my children and move as far from these selfish disgusting people as possible.
In order to purchase this home I would need a deposit upwards of 12000 which due to me draining my accounts my sons accounts and my wife’s to “save” my brother from jail, drug dealers, etc., we have nothing left. Which has led me here, led me to the point where I feel more dependent on asking strangers for help than my own family because they can’t even help themselves? I am the little brother (youngest of four) who has always had to be the big brother, I am the one one whose entire family drops there problems in my lap as if to say deal with it. I have been the pillar supporting every single family member I have for the last 28 years, the pillar has finally cracked and can’t hold up the weight of the world anymore. I am begging on my hands and knees for help from completer strangers so I can continue to give my children the life I never had, and offer them some stability instead of having to tear them from the home they have come to love, that my wife has come to love, that I love. I want to give my children the world but my family continues to assure that won’t happen under there watch. Please I beg of you with everything I am I need help. Please don’t make us just another statistic, I found my calling and made a life for my wife and children, I have put aside pride, because they are all that matters to me. Thank You for taking the time to read this and thank you for any support or help you can provide.

Hi, Im Melissa and Im currently out of work. I have only a few pieces of clothes since I had to leave most of what I had when I moved away from a small town to move to a big city for a better life. I need to buy a few pieces of clothing at the local Goodwill store so I would have something to wear while looking for work. Any amount that you can give would be greatly appriected. Thank you for your time and patience in reading this ad.

Hey everyone, I recently just lost my job, the head gasket on my car is cracked and my car just won't make it to town and back, I'm behind on rent and my phone bill is cutting my bank account into pieces, I don't have any clothes that are appropriate to wear to interviews.

Overall I'm having a really tough time with life right now and just need some help, if anyone can help me out It would be greatly appreciated.

I am a 50 year old man.I take care of my mom as to shes been a tempamental diabetic since she was 31.She also has severe neropathy.After my fiancee had paseed away in 2004,I was left to sell our house and to start a business so I take care of my mom and work.The idea I had was to do lawn care,painting-interior and exterior homes,haul unwanted items to the dump for customers I acquired from my business I started after selling my house.I was able to persue my dream business in LawnCare ,and was able to provide my mom with the assitence she needed. Since 2006 I have saved her life more times than I have fingers and toes.This job is also conveinent because if my mom or someone calls me with an medical or any kind of accident emergency I can leave my job to help, return to finish it after I am done.My customers are aware of that precedure since I informed them when I acquired them as customers.Since 2006 when I started my business and purchashed all my equipment needed for the lawn care business,some of the important pieces of equipment had stopped working such as my lawn tractor and weed eater. I still have my pick-up truck and trailer,blower,hedge trimmers,and push lawn mower.I am behind on my property tax due to not being able to work as well.I still have all my customer contacts and willing to get more when I can advertise again, but I'm sure I have lost some since I have'nt been able to work.I hope someone can help me get back on my feet I will be much appreciative to them as I will offer you free service due from my greatfulness ! Thanks for your time and have a blessed day ! John

I am the eldest daughter of two ill parents. I have 2 siblings who have been the caregivers to my parents for several years now. It all started when my father got ill in 2007 with a need of open heart surgery. After that surgery he was never the same. He was a very successful emergency room physician and made very good money. However, he was off for several months from work due to his recovery period. Much of his savings/investments were depleted as he was the only bread winner in the family. My brother and sister had just gotten an apartment and were to start college when my father got ill. They withdrew from school just as quickly as we moved them into their apartment in order to help my mother take care of dad. My father attempted to return to work, but he was still having chest pain and major depression. In September of 2008 he was in the hospital again and needed heart stents to open up blockages. After that situation he physically could not go back to work. He was weak, depressed, and very withdrawn from life. My mother, bless her heart, tried to find ways to make some cash. She sold many pieces of her jewelry to try and pay bills. Regardless of what she profited, she was unable to fulfill the mounting medical bills, credit card bills, car payments, insurance bills, etc.
It wasn't long before she became gravely ill. In the summer of 2010 my mother had succumbed to kidney failure and had to be on kidney dialysis permanently. She had neglected to take care of herself while trying to take care of my father and their financial woes. Along with the financial woes, there were back taxes that were still owed and of course were impossible to pay, their house was falling apart--still is. By the end of Spring 2011, my mother got so ill and was on a ventilator at least 4 times in a 2 week period due to her lungs filling up with fluid. Finally it was discovered that she had endocarditis (infection in heart)that had ravaged one of her heart valves. This required open heart surgery and replacement of the defected valve. The endocarditis stemmed from an infected temporary dialysis catheter. She was in the hospital for over a month and a half or so. Needless to say she was confused, lost tons of weight, and lost the ability to walk or care for herself. She was placed in a nursing home for rehab, but several more stays in the hospital only made her fall several steps back on her rehab and she never has fully recovered. It was discovered that she also had a tumor on one of her kidneys and her kidney was removed in the Fall of 2011 and supposedly it was all contained and it was early stage renal (kidney) carcinoma (cancer). While my mother was in the hospital my father had trouble breathing and I took him to the hospital. It as discovered he was in kidney failure and they both ended up in the hospital at the same time. Now my father is on permanent kidney dialysis.
Now fast forward to present day April 6, 2012. My mother's dialysis shunt would not stop bleeding and she was taken to the emergency room. She also complained of right leg pain and ultimately she ended up with a CT angiogram. This test revealed she not only had some blockage in one of her arteries in her leg, but that she had metastatic cancer to her liver, lungs, and a site near her spleen. Of course we are devastated.
They have no money. The money they do get is always depleted as soon as they get it from Medicare. My mother's social security check went straight to the nursing home and still was not enough to cover her bill. My father would have to pay over $1,000 a month because Medicare would only pay for several weeks. Since she has been in the hospital now for almost 2 weeks, we have pulled her out of the nursing home because the expected us to pay over $180 A DAY to keep her spot at the nursing home.
Now we are faced with a surgery to fix her leg, a plan for cancer treatment, and no suitable place for my mother to live. Their current home is in shambles and I mean SHAMBLES. Roof leaks and is falling apart. I assume there is some black mold lingering. No central air or heat as their units are broke. Plus large amounts of stuff--my mother also was a hoarder. The house is disgusting and it has been hard to clean up with out major assistance and with constant trips to the hospital who has ample time (?). They live in a small town and it is very hard to simply get a dumpster to throw many items away. The house would have to be completely gutted and redone. The floors are sinking in and it is very dangerous. They don't have the funds to fix any of it and nor do I.
I have missed work several times over the last year and more with FMLA, but never have enough PTO to fully cover my own losses.
My siblings have yet to start their lives. They have been with my parents ever since 2007 to help them with everything. Even when my mother was in a nursing home my siblings and my dad would go see my mom every single day--we just didn't trust the care of the nursing home and rightly so because she developed a bed ulcer on her heel after the wound care nurse said it was getting better--not even close! And yes the blocked artery in her leg and her bed ulcer on her heel are related. The wound care nurse and the Dr. for the nursing home should have caught this medical issue.
So life has been tough, but reading about it doesn't even give it justice. We need financial assistance, a new home or help to fix it--we need a lot of help. I want my brother and sister to finally get on their own feet and do what they want to do. I feel bad for them because I was able to finish college and have a career, a husband, and a home. They have yet to accomplish their goals and it makes me sad and sick to see them so depressed. They are in their late 20s and my parents are both 65 y.o.
If anyone has a kind heart, I promise you I'm not lying. I have proof of all I have written about and I swear on everything--my family, my husband, etc. that this is all real. Thank you for your time and interest. If you can't help at least please pray for us.

I'm trying this BegsList as desperation as I don't know what to do. My wish is to get them a nice clean place to live and live their last years worry free.

First and foremost, God bless you for taking the time to read this.
I'm 25 years old, married to a wonderful woman, and have two step children, and one child of my own. About three years ago, after experiencing excruciating pain in my left leg and coughing fits that caused me to pass out, A very large blood clot was found in my left leg. Pieces of this clot were breaking off, and damaging my lungs causing the coughing fits. I was hospitalized for an entire month while the doctors pumped me full of blood thinners to alleviate the clot. I was forced to quit my job, and go on medical disability. The blood clot, despite numerous drugs and procedures, persists to this day. I am unable to work, and state disability lasts for only one year. My wife, bless her heart has supported me through this entire ordeal, but she works for a local fast food chain, and makes very little money. Between taking care of the children, paying my medical bills, paying the utilities, and keeping a roof over our heads... there just isn't enough money to go around. Utilities are past due, we cant afford my medication and to top things off, my step-sons fourth birthday is in 15 days, and we cant even afford a gift. The walls are closing in around us, and we have no where to turn. If you can find it in your heart to help us, even a little, god bless you. You will always be in our prayers, and our hearts for helping us through this ordeal.

Because I believe in the power of prayer & the kindness of my fellow man, I've decided to swallow my pride & ask for help. This is not an action I am at all familiar with but am grasping at every straw to attempt to keep a roof over my family's head. We live in a modest house that we've called home for the past 20+ years.

I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12…..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.

In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.

It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheath…….the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.

In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this information…..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place with deep despair…..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robbery…..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of property…..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.

I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day, As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.

I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to make me a loan & work out a payment arrangement, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD symptoms that continue to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!

Because I believe in the power of prayer & the kindness of my fellow man, I've decided to swallow my pride & ask for help. This is not an action I am at all familiar with but am grasping at every straw to attempt to keep a roof over my family's head. We live in a modest house that we've called home for the past 25 years.

I am a single mother who's been truly blessed with 4, beautiful, healthy children; 3 biological & a foster son that joined our family when he was 12…..he is now 23. My kids are the reason I continue to battle through what has been the most challenging, darkest phase of my 50 years on this Earth.

In the summer of 2011, life, as my family knew it, was forever changed. My son got off the school bus & proceeded to enter a crime scene upon opening the front door of the house we call home. It was immediately clear that we were victims of a daytime home invasion and robbery. A trail of splinters led straight to my bedroom door, which had been demolished in the process of gaining entrance & access to my personal belongings. Robbers took my box of trash bags & proceeded to fill them with anything that could be sold or traded. I came home to find that they had stolen everything of value that I had worked for in my 50 years of existence & everything of value that my kids cherished as well.

It didn't happen often, but on the occasion that I had a few extra dollars to spend on myself, I found pleasure in buying nice jewelry. Through the years, I had managed to accumulate a nice collection. Also, as a child, my father & I shared an interest in coin collecting. I had managed to hold on to several interesting coins my dad & I found. Weekly, he also, gave me & my brothers our allowance of a fifty cent piece each. I had somehow managed to hold on to many of these as well. I stored my coin collection in the bottom portion of my large armoire. This area is what my family referred to as "the safe." Anything of value, particularly sentimental, was given to me to be protected in the safe. A couple good examples are my, then, 10 year old son's game ball for hitting the Championship game winning grand slam home run & my daughter's horse riding medals, show jewelry & accessories, as well as a silver handled knife & sheath…….the only personal possession my foster son owned from his childhood. I carry a tremendous amount of guilt for not doing a better job of safe guarding my family's precious & dear possessions.

In addition to the lingering guilt, the robbery also resulted in other life altering psychological effects to me & my family. I continue to wonder if & when I will ever fully recover & be the secure, self confident person I was before the robbery. Immediately following the break-in, I was consumed by finding out who was responsible & ways of obtaining this information…..I could think of nothing else. After several weeks of frantic guessing & running wild goose chases, I started to realize that regaining possession of my property was less likely as each day went by. I could feel myself falling into a dark, lonely place accompanied by deep despair…..& unfortunately, I was content to be there. For the next several months, I could not work, did not eat or sleep & rarely came out of my bedroom. There was a film in my head that ran & reran the events leading up to & immediately following the robbery…..filled with the "I should've"s, "I could've"s and "what ifs." I am plagued with distrust & no longer find interest in much of anything. I was robbed of far more than just pieces of property…..they stole my trust in mankind, my desire to thrive, my faith in the world & my sanity.

I have worked as a medical school curriculum manager for 21 years. As a result of my mental decline, I was unable to work for over three months which, consequentially, made it difficult to pay all of the bills. I managed to rob Peter to pay Paul for several months & kept up with everything except for my house payment. It is now in arrears nearly $5,000.00 & I am out of resources. For the first time in my life, I am facing foreclosure. It is embarrassing & humiliating & I don't know how to tell my kids that they are likely to have no place to call home in the very near future. I feel like such a failure! Even though I've been an exemplary employee for many years, as a consequence of the self doubting & tremendous stress, I am now faced with the strong potential of losing my job due to my inability to focus & my lack of desire to face each day. As if this wasn't enough for one person to handle, I am also witnessing the daily decline of my father & my hero due to end stage Parkinson's & Alzheimer's.

I'm not sure how this begging website works but if there is someone out there that is willing to believe in me & offer me a loan & payment arrangements, I promise not to let you down.....you will be repaid! I am working hard to battle the persisting PTSD that continues to plague me. I just worry that facing homelessness may be more than I can handle. Lord, I hand it over to You coz I come to You a broken, wounded angel. I thank you for any consideration and appreciate all prayers. May God bless you many times & in many ways for your generosity & kindness!

Hi

i know this is not a usual request and not an essential, but i am looking to raise £400 to take my 7 month old son away on a family holiday this summer, my whole family will be going away and my parents are paying for accomodation but i am looking to raise this for the flights, my sons flight will be free as he will be under and can travel sitting on an adults lap, i have raised £100 so far by selling old baby bits and some of my old pieces, but am struggling to raise the rest of the money for this, i was made redundant when i was 4 months pregnant and have struggled to find any sort of work, any donations would be greatly appreciated

Many Thanks

T x

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I am disabled, and like most folks, unable to make ends meet. But I'm hopeful I can sell my art and get past the hard times. I make beautiful paper collage art on glass and have received much positive feedback from friends and family. The usual response when I show finished pieces to someone is, "Wow, those are beautiful...you should sell them!" So, that's what I want to do, but right now I need money to cover my living expenses for the month. I am confident I can sell art to supplement my disability check, but I need to get past crisis mode so I can focus on the tasks necessary to be successful. My home is my studio; I have some supplies to get started and a modest computer set-up to sell online. Can you please help an honest artist get a hand up by donating $1,000? I would be so very grateful. I also promise to pay it forward. Thank you very much for your consideration.

We are a married couple with 3 children and our house is falling to pieces. Its got bad foundations and is subsiding. The roof and walls leak and it is damp. We cannot get bank loans or any other help. We both work but need to pay a large sum of around £5000 to get the work done so our house is safe. Any amount would be helpful thank you

I am a fighter. My story is a long one with many trials and tribulations; perhaps not much different or worse than others, I am not sure. My name is Elizabeth Newton and I live in Loveland, Colorado; the Sweetheart City and Gateway to the Rockies. I was raised by both parents in a middle class environment. I am the oldest of four, in which, three are brothers. I was a creative child who staged puppet shows and created clubs in our neighborhood. I am not sure if you remember the fuzzy sticky feet, but I made my own with left over pieces of carpet and sold them to my friends.
Moving on, I really struggled in school and got into a lot trouble. I was reckless, promiscuous, used drugs and alcohol and was dangerous. To keep it short, I dropped out in my junior year. When I reflect on those years, I remember some of what I did but mostly I forgot. I guess I felt as though I was being pulled by the strings of a puppet master whose name I now know is Bipolar.
When I turned 18 I shared an apartment with a friend. We both worked for the same nursing home and later for the Bureau of Reclamation. In was at the former job, I received my GED. I was still behaving recklessly resulting in a lot of missed work. But I was having fun being independent, partying all night but slowly losing control of my life.
I became pregnant by my boyfriend and we married several months later. My daughter is a grown woman. I then had another child four years later. Money was also a struggle. My husband wanted me to work but it did not make sense financially. I paid more for daycare then I was paid. When I found a position over the weekends, my husband refused to watch the children. That being said, I was still reckless – the mood would not go away – still a slave of the puppet master. Eventually the relationship became abusive and my husband left leaving $200 on the kitchen table. I did not have a car so I borrowed my father’s truck. I drove my father’s truck with my two small children in back to a safe house. However, it was not so safe. My husband who insulated homes, worked on the safe house. He found the truck and wrote things, I cannot mention here, on the outside of the truck. He coerced my grandmother to call me; and she did! Having to deal with these distractions kept me from focusing on me.
Good news! I was able to move into low income housing. It was a struggle to get my possessions; I took what I could. My father out of the blue wanted his truck back. My mother headed him off at the pass. I think I remember that my life settled down a bit. I enrolled in college. I loved college. In spite of this, I quit school to work from my mother at her computer store. Did I mention my parents were divorced? I am not sure it matters at this point. About six months later, the puppet master caught me and off I was again.
I had a boyfriend – I was 32 years old – and pregnant again…..This relationship was worse that the first. It included drinking, drugs, sexual and physical abuse – oh my, sigh. In the course of it all, I secured a position for one of the largest companies in Loveland. I was thrilled. I had actually come a long way. I divorced my second husband and found my own apartment.
Wow – raising three children on my own was not easy. We got by – I was able to provide what we needed. I forgot to mention I shared custody of my third child and had to pay child support. I never complained; I met my responsibility. I was performing very well at work and procured a position of a trainer. WeeHee – my new position allowed me to travel the globe. Can you imagine, me, the girl from Loveland, Colorado? During this time, I encountered a lot of problems with my ex-husband. Once, he called me at work and said he had a brain tumor. It was a joke; I did not find it funny.
I was promoted again returned to school and bought a house!!! I cannot think of the words to describe these accomplishments. I transformed from the woman driving my father’s truck to a home owner; kind of like the Home Sweet Home book. I was still partying, drinking, but not like before. The puppet master must have been on holiday. I met the man of my dreams and we married in 1998 (I think). We are still together.
The puppet master had those strings a rolling. I could and did accomplish anything. I could see what others could not. I finished school with ease and received my BA in Organization Development in 2005. What year did my story start? We bought a new home in a nice neighborhood. It is a modest home but fits us very well. I was still partying but it was not disrupting my work and home responsibilities.
CRASH! He let go – how could he let go? A woman pulled in front of us and totaled our car. I realize this does not sound traumatic, does it? I really do not know anymore. What I do know is this rocked my world. More than any other event did – and there were many. I could not recover. My performance fell down the well. I could not sleep. I drank a lot. I would even get up at night to drink because I could not sleep. The unthinkable happened. My strings let me down. I swallowed a bottle of pills. I was so afraid. I spent three days in the psychiatric hospital and two months in intensive outpatient therapy. During this time I was on short term disability. I am a fighter; I have never let my circumstances stop me. I returned to work for about two months. Nevertheless, the strings dropped again, were they ever pulled, I am not sure; I spent eight days in hospital. I was out of work again. This time when I returned to work there was no position waiting for me. I was laid off the summer of 2009. I lost it all in one short year.
Remember I am a fighter. I returned to school in July 2009 to obtain a masters degree and I graduated in early 2011. The problem? I obtained a degree and I could not use without further education. I still do not say this out loud. During this time, I landed a part time job as an instructor for students seeking their AAS Human Resources degree. I make a third of the salary I previously did. I have performed this job since April 2010. It is hard. I forget – my memory is not that good. What you have reading are the highlights of my life.
Adult children and BABIES!! Not one baby; two and a one year old. My daughter was in a bad situation in Arizona. She was pregnant with twins, had a one year old daughter, had no car and was being evicted. The dad? Let’s say there is a lot to be desired. She packed as much as she could and moved in with us. Would anyone turn a loved one away in this situation? I could not. I was still drinking. As I write this, I now realize drinking was the one constant in my life. Sad. Her pregnancy had it challenges, but I think this is common. The first snowstorm of the year, December 30th, if you can believe that for Colorado, the babies had enough; my daughter was in labor. We called 911 since the roads were bad. Several hours later we welcomed two healthy baby girls! They will be one year old soon.
New Chapter. How many do we get? My daughter and 18 year old son live with us in our modest home. We clash, how we could not. I have been telling my doctor that I am depressed, damn strings. I can’t sleep and my body hurts so badly; especially when I lay down. Oh, I forgot to mention, no drinking! I quit over a year ago. Regrettably the depression and pain are driving my every moment. I think the puppet master is on vacation. There is no hope. I have been out of work too long. We are waiting for the repo man to get our car. We are barely holding on to the house. How can everything crash so fast and so hard? I am a fighter remember. My mind is full of hopelessness. I have a note that says “Please just let me go”. I am a fighter remember. I call the crisis line. They tell me to call 911. I don’t. I go to bed. Maybe it will be better tomorrow. Not a chance. The same message is repeating over and over in my head; “please let me go”. I tell my family I am driving to the hospital. I do not want anyone to come with me. I go alone.
Hospital

I am a 49 year old college student who is in desperate need help. I raised two wonderful children who are now grown,sucessful, and on their own. My life changed 8 years ago when my daughter now 20 got sick from toxic mold that was in our apartment. I gave up my job to take care of her and now that she is on her own, not far short of a miracle,I have hit the bottom of the barrel. I am an honor student at KCKCC and will recieve my AA in May of 2012. I have been served with eviction papers and my 92 Honda Accord is on its last mile,315,000,miles later I doubt it will make it through the winter. I work at school part time,all that is allowed, and my dad helps me when he can. He is 79 years old and lives on a fixed income in California. When my daughter left home in May I no longer could afford the rent and bills on our place to live and am now 5 months behind and Wednesday is my court date for the eviction. My gas and electric are in danger of getting cut off and it really doesnt matter since I have no where to live. I have promised my dad that I will finish school no matter what and quite honestly I dont know if that will happen. I had to take a payday loan and title loan on my car so that I could pay my rent in July that all back fired and I now am overdrawn in my bank account as well and hiding my car from the repo guy. I have borrowed money from 4 different people and now they are all over me for repayment. When I quit my job 8 years ago to take care of my daughter because that is what a mother does my credit was ruined. The pieces just keep falling and at times I cant see the end of the tunnel. Just one chance to get out of this mess financially and have a decent place to live and a decent car that runs would make life a whole lot easier. My dad could enjoy his retirement and I could fulfill my promise to him. My daughter has 400.00 worth of medicine she has to have monthly and I help her before I pay my own bills because I feel that's what I should do. I have no medical or dental insurance and have several things wrong with several teeth. I havent had my blood pressure medicine in one year and it would be nice to be able to make sure I am physically well. Please help please help please help.

My wife and I have fallen in hard times and I really need some assistance to take care of this months rent. we are a God fearing family and I know things are going to change for the better soon. I am willing to make arrangements to pay someone back. I was laid off and my credit went to pieces so borrowing from any other source has been impossible. Any way you can help me reach our 1000 rent payment this month out would be so helpful. We are expecting and have a two year old. We are not worried abut trying to have stuff for Christmas, just trying to make it through this month. Fyi, we had an unexpected move and increase in daycare expenses that caused uss to be behind. But I get a. Raise next year and more benefits.

Hi there, eight weeks ago my husband and father of my children passed away, he was only 34yo. I am now trying to pick up the pieces and carry on without him which is the hardest thing I have ever done.

I have two children - a 15yo son and a 22mth old daughter. We are currently renting and now I have to pay a $11,500 funeral bill.

I hate to even ask as I know there is alot of people out there who are in needy situations but I don't know what else to do, so I am begging for help.

I am struggling to put food on the table let alone pay for the endless bills that just keep coming. If I could just pay for the funeral or at least a small amount of it then maybe things would be a little less stressful.

I am trying to hold myself and my children togehter and also keep living. Everyday it is a struggle to get up in the morning and knowing I have all these bills as well adds to the stress and helplessness.

If you are able to donate just a small amount I would be eternally grateful, if not thankyou for taking the time to read my message.

My email address is england.k@hotmail.com and I am from Australia

Take Care

I'm out of work due to medical issues and being denied for short term disability (2 times now). It can take another 45 days to hear back on my most recent appeal. I'm selling my daughters outgrown clothing.

All clothes are between 2t-5/5t and are Gap or Gymboree brand. Most all are outfits, some with numerous pieces per lines. All are washing in cold, on delicate, and HUNG to dry! I take very good care of my daughters clothing since it was a hobby of mine to sell/trade her gymbo and gap. Now it's for survival!

I have mostly spring/summer lines, but still some winter as well. Alot of the spring/summer lines have matching sandals as well. Prices go based on outfit.

I don't really know how to start this. It's such a different concept. I guess I'll just get to the nitty gritty of our situation...

My soon-to-be ex-husband cheated on me for 3 years at least 9 different times. At first I was in denial about his double life, but eventually I came to terms with it and just decided to try to stick it out a bit longer for the sake of my stepkids. They moved here from England in 2007 and I've been raising them since then. They're 17 and 19, and I was trying to wait till they both graduated high school before filing for divorce. I also have a 2 year old with him. I kept his infidelity a secret and carried the burden on my own, not even telling my family, until...the kids found texts in his phone last June to the woman who is now his fiance. In June I had to call the police because he nearly got into a fistfight with my stepson and physically got into my face as well, plus he told all of us that he was going to kill himself, but this has become a frequent ploy for manipulation by him. I have been primarily a stay-at-home mom the past 2 years bringing in only a few hundred a month. He was the primary breadwinner bringing home $4000-5000 a month. He moved out and moved in with this woman a block away from us, has not spent more than 5 hours with any of the kids since June, and refuses to provide any child support for any of the kids aside from paying the health insurance (which his work pays for), paying his car insurance, and only recently giving his 17 year old a few hundred dollars a month which she has to save for her bills too. I have been forced to figure out how to make ends meet and raise and support the kids on my own. I love my stepkids and happily will continue raising them and figuring it all out, working what I can and taking loans from whoever is willing to help. It's just really stressful and really tough right now.

I knew I was headed to a divorce, but I had no idea he would just abandon all of us completely like he has. And to top it all off, he has become very psychologically and emotionally abusive towards me and even sometimes towards the kids. Oh yeah, he also had no sense of self-control as far as spending goes, and he ballooned our debt up to almost $50,000, though some of that is medical debt as well. I'm facing divorce and bankruptcy on my own with 3 kids. As I type this I don't even know how I hold it together, but I've managed to. I'm healing and getting stronger and more able to put the pieces back together for the kids and I, but this is a BIG hole we're in, trying to escape, and it may be embarrassing to admit as an educated individual who never thought I'd be in these shoes, but I need help. If you are willing to help us, we would really appreciate it and it would truly make a huge difference in our lives. This feels so bizarre asking for help online like this, but I think it's an awesome way to really be able to help those in need. I'm glad I found it so that we too will be able to help others who need it most. In the meantime, thank you again for all your help at this extremely difficult, stressful and emotionally taxing time. You have no idea how much it helps knowing that people you don't even know care about if you and your kids are going to be okay. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

5 pieces of " aurelia" 18 karat gold lined, in cream color. Great-grand mothers, I was saving it for my daughters, but we have to pay rent and eat food :( I am hoping to get $ 500 for the whole set.
My story: I am a full time student, single mother of two, with NO help from the father. I am also FULL time searching for jobs, and I am getting enrolled in GAIN. I am two weeks away from my next student-loan check, but I am already two weeks late with my rent! I have no food in the house. I have an appointment on monday at the GAIN/welfare office. I would appreciate ANY help at all. I was left stranded to car for my girls, and I am scrambling to get on my feet alone, but I really urgently need help.

Hello I am a mother of 4 been married for 17 years last year my oldest daughter was kidnapped by my own mother and sister. And if that wasn't enough they called immigration on my husband. They were jealous because I had just bought a new home and had a very good job. I became very depressed couldn't continue working I sold the cars and everything I had for attorneys and private investigators for my daughter and my husband after that I lost my home and my children and I stay with friends. I did however find my daughter after a year but my husband is deported in Tijuana, my kids and I want to move to Tijuana to be together I have already found a Job in spring valley but have no money to move and rent a place, all I need to borrow is $2000, I can pay it back as soon as I get there and start my job I can pay a little at a time but will pay any interest I am desperate and I'm tired of. Imposing on my friends for shelter. Please I just need this little help to start picking up the pieces of my family's life. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

I just lost my fiance last week to a freak accident. Than my boss of eight years told me four days was enough to grieve for a man I loved for my whole life and let me go she told me she knew I was just going to move anyway..I had no plans on moving my whole life and my sons life was just torn to pieces overnight. I am behind on everything but most important rent is due in a week and I really don't want to leave our little house I can't even take off his clothes yet. I spent every dime I had on getting him cremated and memorialized. Please any help or suggestions of where to go for help would be greatly appreciated..
Thank you from the bottom of my heart

Hello, my boyfriend and I need to move from Fort Lauderdale to Tennessee by November of 2011. I have been unemployed since January 2009 and have had some temp jobs and interviews, but no permanent hiring. It’s very hard down here and not getting any better in South Florida. I have also been making clay jewelry pieces to sale but it isn’t bringing in enough income to support the cost of living in South Florida.

We have a relative willing to let us move in as long as we pay rent for 1 bedroom and help her with her baby. She even has a job opening for me which I will definitely take. However, given current financial issues we can barely make the move. We need an estimate of $2,000 to pay for preventive car maintenance, gas to travel 880 miles, packing material, and 2 months worth of rent for the bedroom.

I would be more than happy to help you in exchange for helping me. I have experience with general office work including MS Word: documentation, proof reading, editing, research, and data extraction; Excel workbooks: charts, tables, bookkeeping, and data entry.

d.k.schae@myself.com

Hello, my boyfriend and I need to move from Fort Lauderdale to Tennessee by November of 2011. I have been unemployed since January 2009 and have had some temp jobs and interviews, but no permanent hiring. It’s very hard down here and not getting any better in South Florida. I have also been making clay jewelry pieces to sale but it isn’t bringing in enough income to support the cost of living in South Florida.

We have a relative willing to let us move in as long as we pay rent for 1 bedroom and help her with her baby. She even has a job opening for me which I will definitely take. However, given current financial issues we can barely make the move. We need an estimate of $2,000 to pay for preventive car maintenance, gas to travel 880 miles, packing material, and 2 months worth of rent for the bedroom.

I would be more than happy to help you in exchange for helping me. I have experience with general office work including MS Word: documentation, proof reading, editing, research, and data extraction; Excel workbooks: charts, tables, bookkeeping, and data entry.

I am ashamed to that it has come to this. I need help so badly it seems so unreal... I don't know how it go this bad...
I am a 25 years old and I have a 2 year old, who brings such happiness to me. I rent a house for $300.00 a month. seem good deal right. That's what I thought while I was pregnant with my son. I had to move out of a apartment complex because they upped the rent to $850.00 a month for a 1bed/1bath and I still had to pay all the utilities. That was coming out way to high for me, know I had a little on on the way. I canceled my contract 3 months before it was up and I go A huge penalty bill for that, but I had no choice. I packed every thing I owned and move to a really really bad part of the city. It was 2am so I just went in with a blanked and a pillow and crashed on a couch that was left behind by some Tweakers. When I woke up I started to bawl. The front door was not Even a front door, it was a temp door that you find a a construction site. Th wall between to living room and kitchen was gone and the support beams were being held by a 2x4, The ceiling was sagging. the kitchen had water damage and the celling was dripping black water. The counter tops was pieces of plywood with wallpaper nailed to it. The bath hall bathroom was nasty like "stuff" all on the tub side wall and spoons that looked burnt? not sure on that but there were needles there. the three rooms not so bad a little drywall work and done. that master bath (if that was what was supposed to be) was backed up black mold? and something dead int the shower part. I called the lad lord and he said "you signed to contract knowing what was wrong". I reminded him of what he told me you said a LITTLE bit of work, Like little patches here and there... he told me you signed it and it said you were to fix up the house for part of the rent and pay 300 for the last bit. fine any how. the whole time I have been here it has be fixing on the house and trying to nurse a baby and work to pay the bills. 2 years down the line the roof leaks every time it rains, I landlord was so kind to replace toe swamp cooler for an AC. That gave me a $900.00 bill, because the house has so many cracks and leaks, it was cooling the out side world too. The hall bathroom tub has a cracked pipe under it and the wall around the spigot started to degrade. the cracked pipe leaks in to the master bathroom and floods part of the master bedroom. I could not pay my gas bill so I had to turn it off, but I boil our bath water to bathe. Work has slowed down so bad and I used all my unemployment to barely keep my head above the water. Now that it is gone... my rent is backed up to 1200.00 I still have to pay 900.00 for electric. I applied for food stamps but budgets had been cut back for the state that I get 150.00 for the month. so I applied for WIC and it gives us a little bit (two gal of milk, a loaf of bread, and 6.00 worth of veggies along with the cheese and peanut butter) I went and got a food box but there was not much ( a bit of pork, 6 mystery cans, and crunchy hamburger buns) all this was to last us for the month. I had to cut back to one meal a day so my son can have his 3 meals and 2 snacks. but lately I have gone with out eating but only once every two days. It hurts bad to do that. I lost 50lbs from this, I mean I looked at it positively, I kinda needed it. but my clothing dont fit any more, they hang on my body or fall off my waist and Now that winter is coming along... I cant get fall/winter clothing for my son, I am okay, I guess I have coats that work for me, He dose not fit any thing that he had last winter. I feel like I am a horrible mother, that cant even get her child clothing and I cant lose our home even tho it is old, run down, leaky, and falling apart. It is still a place that we can be safe for the elements of the outside world. I Have tried asking my mother to help us but she is having a hard time, too.
I am sorry to bother and ask y'all for some help. I am so very sorry, But I have to do what I can to help my son, so he dose not have to worry about when his next meal is or if he is going to be warm enough. I want him to say innocent as long as possible. No child should have to grow up so fast and leave their childhood behind. He is to young to know how harsh and hard the real world is. I want to see him smile over the smallest things at life, It makes all this worth it... for him. Please anything will help us. I will be so ever thankful and know that there still are people out there that have a heart and would show it to the world. Thank You for your time and Thank You for being so kind enough to read this. Thank You from the bottom of my heart.