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We owe 1,500.00 to Duke energy. I have never done this or even needed to. If it wasn't for my mother and children I would go without before begging. In this situation my mother will soon be taken out of her home and put in a shelter. She doesn't want that! We really need the kindness of strangers at this point because we have hardly any friends and all of our family is dead. Please please help us. I have prayed and cryed and prayed somemore.

I need immediately $ 3000 towards my hear treatment.The doctors advised me to go for immediate treatment but I could not go because of my financial position. Though I had enough money I lost in business believing friends and partners. I have helped so many but when I am in distress none is coming for my rescue. Yesterday I prayed to God I god a vision to try through Internet.
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I have prayed in faith to god that he will help me with my finances i was laid off from my work April 20 but they will be giving me work again in the middle of June.i need help with my cable bill ect the amount i need for every bill to survive till then is $600.00 i have faith that god will put it on someone heart reading this that i will get some help.I'm looking for a new job and have applied for EI insurance which will take a long time.May Jesus pour out blessing on you for any help you give me.

Hi my name is Dykieria and I am in the worse situation ever in my life. I am a college student and i live off campus. I am currently 2 months behind on my rent and am scared that I am possibly about to be evicted. I am only 19 living in this city with no help! I beg you to please help me, I have prayed that God send me a blessing and as i write this letter, I still remain to pray that this one letter will make a change in my life I am now 660 down in the hole and thats just rent..Please if anyone can help me rather its 10 cents or 10 dollars please Help me...

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

My daughter and I are in need of finding a place of our own. These past couple months have been extremely hard because of the death of my mother. We were all living together and my mom was splitting the rent with me and I was working to take care of her. She was sick with Cancer and she had the operation and we all thought she was going to be okay. She did not recover like we expected and she ended up going in a Rehabilitation Center and we visited her often until she came home. I am the youngest of her children. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and we are called the Berry 5. We were allways known as the Berry Family from the time we were little. My mom started to do better and we were so happy to have her home. It came time for her to Start Chemotherapy and Radiation. She was scared but I and my sister talked her into it because we knew the doctors had told us that she needed it because the cancer had spread to her lymp nodes and when they did the surgery they were not able to get everything. My mom had done one week of Radiation and she went in for one session of Chemo. The same day she had Chemo she seemed fine and then 2 days later she was having fevers, throwing up and so extremely weak. I thought it was because of the Chemo because that is what was explained to us. My concern was she couldn't keep anything down. I needed to give her medication for her Diabetes and High Blood Pressure but everytime I gave her anything, it all came up and so I was so scared because her blood sugar was high and I didn't want it to get any higher. She began to complain of stomach pain and I thought it was another side effect of the Chemo. For a couple days of her vomiting and having diarrhea, I was able to get some fluids down her and it seemed to stay. Little by little we both thought she was doing better. Her strength was not there though, it was difficult for her to even get up to go to the bathroom. The following day she continued to vomit and I was scared so I told her she needed to go to the hospital, because I felt that they could help her more. They could give her medications through an IV and they could find out why she was so weak and everything. She was scared and did not want to go but I convinced her. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital. I tried to follow her but I had to pick up my 11 year old daughter from school. I did go and they would not let me go back right away. I told them my mom had been brought in and they told me she wasn't checked in yet. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up to the window and they told me they would see if the doctor would let me back there and they were saying my daughter couldn't come back there because she wasn't 14, I told them she is only 11 years old and I'm not leaving her in the waiting room with strangers and that she was coming back there with me. They finally let us in and we went back to see my mom. I couldn't believe they had her hooked up to so many machines and she was on morphine and so out of it. I walked up to her and I said Ma, I'm here and she turned and looked at me. She was happy to see me, but then she told me that they told her, they found blood in her stools. I told her it was probably just do to her Hemorrhoids. but she said they told her it was positive for something. I asked her for what and she didn't know. I began looking for the doctor so I could ask questions but he wasn't around and everyone I talked to told me the doctor would be in soon to go over my mom's condition. I stayed with my mom, just holding her hand, telling her I loved her and that she was going to be okay. They came in to take her to have an ultrasound and my daughter and I waited. The doctor finally came in and told me that my mom had an abcess in her stomach that had burst. I said what are you talking about? He said that she had a condition called peridonitis and that the abcess burst and was releasing all this poison inside her stomach and her blood pressure was dropping dramatically. He then told me it was too dangerous for them to operate at that time because her INR level to to high. My mom had been taking Cumadin for a blood clot that she previously had and the cumadin made her INR level extremely high and her blood was not clotting so they said if they did surgery, she would bleed out. They said they needed to correct it by giving her lots of blood products and they gave her all kinds of strong antibiotics and blood and plasma. They were pumping so much stuff into her, I didn't know what to do. Her blood pressure was like 85/60 and then like 76/40 and it was getting lower and lower. They had her hooked up to so many IVs and then they told me that she was the sickest person they had in the ER. So many doctors and interns and students and nurses overcrowded my mom's room. I called my sister and told her what was going on and she came down to be with me and my daughter. They told us they would do all they could for my mom but that it didn't look good. I began to pray, my mom had always taught me to pray and give things over to god. As the night went on, they decided to put an IV in my moms neck, they said it was more direct and if and when she went to surgery it would be better to have that in place. They made us leave the room and they had like 10 people in there with there machines and cameras and equipment to help guide them where to put the IV at. I had never gone through this before and I was so scared but I was keeping my faith. One doctor wanted to talk to me and my sister alone and I didn't want to hear him telling me anything negative. He asked us a lot of questions concerning my mom's health and history. He then told us that she was in acute renal failure and that her colon was damaged where the abcess bursts and fecal was being released into her abdomen. This is the last thing I wanted to hear. I asked him if they could fix it, he said they would do all they could but that their main focus was trying to bring her INR levels down because they were dangerously high. She was also anemic and that is why she was so weak, her blood level was extremely low. They were continuously giving her blood products, antibiotics and plasma. My sister decided to take my daughter home with her. I told her I would call her when I knew when they were going to do surgery. The surgeon had spoken to us and said that it was a good chance, and that operating was her only chance and once her blood level was corrected that they would go in and repair the damage. I felt some what relieved but as the night went on she was in a fight for her life. The main doctor working on my mom's case came and told me that her breathing was not getting any better and that he needed to put her to sleep so he could intubate her and put a breathing tube down her throat. He said it would be good to have anyways so that she would be ready when they went to surgery. There was nothing I could do except walk out of the room and wait. I continued to pray and wait and pray and wait. Hours went by and I would walk and peek inside the room and see my mom's blood pressure increasing some, this gave me hope but then the doctor would come and tell me it wasn't looking like she was improving and that we needed to prepare that she might not make it through the night. i couldn't believe what he was telling me. I called my sister and my brother and told them , they were praying as well. I didn't know who to listen to, one doctor is telling me it's hopeless and the surgeon is telling me it's a good chance she would be okay once taken to surgery. I sat in the hall because they wouldn't let me back in and they stayed with her at all times, monitoring her and giving her medicine and all the blood and stuff back to back. Then they came out in the hall and told me they were ready to take her to surgery. They said she might not hear you but you can still talk to her. I walked up to her lying there, so still and I told her how much I loved her and i told her to fight and that we would do it togther and that I would be here when she woke up and that I was not leaving her. The surgeon put me in the OR waiting room. I was all alone in there by myself. I waited and waited and only 20 mins went by and a security guard told me there was a cafe there and if I wanted to go grab a cup of coffee that I could. I went downstairs and got the coffee, as soon as I reached the OR floor I saw the surgeon standing there, he walked over to me and he said, I'm sorry but your mom's heart stopped during surgery and we revived her but then it stopped again and he said I don't we can get it back. My whole world just crumbled, I began screaming and crying and I fell to the floor. I was just askig God why. Why is this happening? This security lady came over to comfort me and began telling me how sorry she was and asked me if I had any family I could call. I called my sister and told her and she said she was on her way down. She lived in another city about 45 mins away. I was still on the ground just broken and this lady began to tell me that God would help me and give me the strength to go on. She asked me if I had any children, I told her I had a daughter, and she told me I needed to be strong for her. I wasn't trying to hear all that. My whole world was ripped right from under me. A couple of doctors and this lady helped me off the floor and the surgeon that came out , came out again and told me they would take me back to see her. They brought out a wheelchair and wheeled me back there and when they opened the door, my god I just saw them on top of her doing chest compressions and I was just screaming and then the surgeon is telling me I need to make a decision because everytime they do that, they are hurting her and he said, you don't want her to suffer anymore. I was just waiting on my sister4. I didn't want to make that call but I didn't want them pounding her chest in so I told them to stop. It killed in me inside. They wheeled me over to her and I just cried. My mom was only 60 years old and she had her whole life ahead of her and I don't understand why any of this happened. She was such a beautiful person and she had been a christian for 33 years. SHe loved the lord and she raised me and my siblings up in the church. I couldn't believe that she was gone because I had prayed and prayed and I just knew that God would spare her life. I lost my real father at the age of 16 and even then I didn't know him. I always had my mom and she remarried when I was 11 years old. She had been married for 19 years and my step father passed away in July of 2008. He was a sickly person and she took care of him and nursed him for all those years. He had diabetes, high blood pressure, prostate cancer, he was on dialysis for kidney failure, he had a four by pass surgery and he was in and out of the hospitals for years. She suffered so much seeing him suffer and taking care of him, he took what little strength she had. But because he was her husband she did all she could to help him and she loved him so much. So now all remains is just me and my siblings. It's hard because my mom was my best friend. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. We did everything together and we lived together for years and I took care of her. I wanted so bad for her to be okay and to make it through surgery, I had been taught for years about the love of Jesus and I couldn't understand what he chose to take her away from her children and grandchildren. We had a two bedroom apartment and she had her room and my daughter and I shared a room. After she died, I went home that morning with my sister and I stayed over there for the remainder of the day. The whole day was just hurting, crying and calling the rest of the family. I felt so bad because my youngest brother, say youngest because he is the youngest of my 3 brothers, even though they are all older than me. He came to the hospital to see my mom but he thought she was still alive and the doctors didn't tell him, they let him in the room and she was already covered up and he walked in and was like, it's over ?? he couldn't believe it , he just broke down. One of the nurses that was in the OR called my sister and he was crying, apologizing to us because he thought my brother already knew. He told us how sorry he was. Now my family is broken, my mom was the rock that held us all together. We didn't have money growing up, we didn't have a lot of the finer things in life but we had love. She loved us like no one could. She did it all for her children and most importantly she taught us about God. She lived her life for Jesus, she would pray on a regular basis, read her bible daily, go to church often as she could and when things looked hopeless she took them to god in prayer. She prayed not only for her children, grandchildren and siblings but for people all over the world, she would pray for all the countries and for the sick and homeless and anyone she could pray for. She gave over the years endlessly to Trinity Broadcasting Network, Feed the children, CBN, David Terrell Ministries, Boys Town, Children International, Food For All and to so many others. Month after month, year after year she was giving. She taught us how to give and there were times when we would just make food and take it to the park to give to the homeless, bottled water, sandwiches, noodles, chicken or whatever we could. She would never turn down a person needing help or asking for spare change, she would give freely. She would tell me all the time, it's better to give than to receive and that god would bless me. So I began giving as well, I would call and donate and try to help whenever I could. My mom was also a big giver to the goodwill. Over the years we gave so much, and everytime they would ask if we wanted a donation paper for a tax write off she would say no. she didn't want that, she was giving freely and she didn't want anything in return. That's who she was, she was the person who would mentor you and talk to you about Jesus and how over the years he brought her and our family through so many trials and tribulations. SHe praised god for everything, for the good times and the bad. She used to always tell me to be thankful and to praise god. Now there were times when i was suffering so much and I didn't want to praise god, I wanted god to help me and at the time it seemed like he wasn't. My mom was always there to tell me baby, hold on.. give your burdens over to the lord and he will help you and supply all your needs. I realized that he did just that. I remember when she had surgery for the cancer and she was wondering why god allowed her to come down with that. It was hard for her because her faith was shaken then. She couldn't believe after she was faithful to him for so many years that he would allow her to suffer so horribly and there my sister and I were telling her that she would be okay, that God loved her still and he had not forsaken her and that he would bring her through this. She was so discouraged at the time but we would not let up. She couldn't believe this was her children mentoring and encouragiing her as she had done for us over the years. She told me, she was happy and she felt relieved that her living and everything she had taught us was not in vain. She was thankful to God that we were listening to her and by example we followed her footsteps. She began to get better and we thought she would be okay. My mom was a pure Christian, she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, didn't curse. She would make you turn the tv channel if you were watching something that cursed. She loved her cowboys though. Her favorites were Bonanza, The rifle man, High Chapparal, Wagon Train, The Virginian and so many others. She also loved the old shows, the clean shows, the original dennis the menace, columbo, family affair, petticoat junction, I married joan, hawai five o, the streets of san francisco, i spy, murder she wrote, in the heat of the night, matlock, the big vally, dr quinn, little house on the prairie, family ties, good times, 227, what's happening, the jeffersons, the brady bunch and so many others. Her favorite game shows were The price is right, deal or no deal, let's make a deal, the newlywed game, match game and who wants to be a millionaire. I loved spending time with my mom, she was someone I could always talk to and she would never judge me, she would tell me how much she loved me and how proud she was of me. She taught me how to carry myself as a lady and she taught me how to stand up for myself and I owe her so much. I felt like I let her down that night she was in the hospital and I told her she would be okay and that I would be waiting for her when she woke up but she never woke up. I felt that made me a liar. I had been taking care of my mom for months and I was preparing her meals, giving her medications on schedule and was taking her to her appointments and running errands for her. My mom had been weak for so long because before she found out she had cancer she was bleeding perfusely having vaginal bleeding and they made her very anemic. Before surgery she had 4 transfusions and then after surgery she had 2 more. She never got all her strength back and after she had the first surgery, she was too weak that they sent her to Ballard Rehabilitation and they were working on getting her strength back and getting her up and walking. She did so much better when she was in there and when she came home, they sent out a home health nurse, a physcialy therapist and an occupational therapist. They began doing exercises with her and the physical therapist thought it would benefit my mom to have some help with getting around. So she ordered her an walker , the kind that had a seat on it, she ordered her a wheel chair, a raised toilet seat with the rails and a shower chair and shower bench. So when my mom started walking more better she was using her walker all the time, it was helping her because she had the support to keep her from falling and when she got tired , she could just sit down. I did all I could to take care of her, on a daily basis. She was not strong enough to shower herself, so I bought the shower hose and I began to shower her daily, dress her and do everything for her but I loved her so much and I didn't care what I had to do, she was my mom. There were days when she thought she was a burden to me and she would tell me, that I work to hard and that she was sorry she was not able to do things for herself and i would immediately tell her to stop talking like that. I would tell her, she was my mom, I loved her and wanted to look after her and that she wasn't a burden on me. That she took care of me when I was little and over the years and now it was my turn to take care of her. She told me a couple weeks before she passed away , you said, you really stood by your mom, when all the others went on their way. you stood by your mom. She said, I don't know what I would have done with out you. She said I don't know how I would have made it and she said god is really going to bless you and he will remember everything you did for your mother. She told me how special I was and now that she is gone , I remember everything she ever told me. It has been so hard, going through all her things and seeing all the cards and letters she gave me over the years. Everybody keeps telling me it will get better but I don't see that happening. I can't go one day without crying for missing her so much. I am grateful because she is not in any more pain but I am hurting so badly without her. I have a big sister but we have never been that close, she seems to want to spend more time with me now but nobody could ever feel that empty space inside my heart for my mother. I recently moved in with my brother and I want so desperately for me and my daughter to be able to get a place of our own. It costs so much to pay for first and last months rent and I have this old 1994 car that has been giving me so much trouble and I am barely scraping along , just trying to make it. I would appreciate any help I am given. If anyone can find it in their heart to help me and my daughter move out and get our own place or simply help us with the day to day necessities, it would be greatly appreciated.

Yesterday, I went for the first time to a food pantry located at a Church of God. While there, we all prayed together, mind you, I do not go to church but I do pray and talk to God. Anyway, it was touching. I received my food, careful not to take more than my family needed. I could have taken more, but I knew that with what they gave me I had enough until next week when we will get a small check from my husbands work. I thank them and God for the gift of food and went on my way. Later on in the day my husband was contacted about a job. It won't save my house, but it will help. Maybe, I have asked for to much before in prayer, I posting this because now I feel, ask for less, take less, and be true of heart and maybe you shall receive some of what you need and be thankful for that. I am

Hello,
I am a single father of three. Wife died recently from cancer and I was laid off three months later. I am receiving food stamps, so that helps, but now I am facing eviction from our apartment if I don't come up with the 800.00 for rent. I have prayed for help, and am still looking for a job, but am not having any luck. Any help would be greatly appriciated.

My request is unusual in that I am willing to sign documents to repay funds loaned to help me get out of debt and start my own personal concierge business. I need US 50,000.00 to pay off debt,buy a used car and market my business.

I am a 42 year old single black female. I have had to support my mother and pay for my brothers funeral and then I lost my job last year. My savings are depleted and I have several personal loans from friends to repay and I have no security for a loan but have excellent references and experience and am a very hard worker.

A handout would be great but the opportunity to earn my way from anyone who has been able to fulfill their dream and can help would be a godsend.

I have bought the lottery tickets,applied for jobs, prayed and now this. There are two other options which are worse than international begging so why not try these first ?

Can you help me please?

MY NAME IS JOANN, I AM DISABLED WITH A TOTAL RT ANKLE REPLACEMENT AFTER 14 SURGERIES. I AM STILL IN LOT'S OF PAIN, AND ORTHO DR. SAYS ALL HE CAN DO FOR IT NOW IS AMPUTATE ANKLE 5 INCHED BELOW KNEE.
I HAVE PRAYED AND ASKED OTHERS HOW TO MAKE A DECISION LIKE THAT. IF ANYONE CAN GIVE ME SOME IN SIGHT I WOULD APPRECIATE IT. I HAVE BEEN TO OTHER ORTHO DR'S AND THEY SAY THE SAME THING.

I have been unemployed for many months. I try to put food on the table with side jobs and helping others in the meantime. I've spent many sleepless nights sending out my resume in hopes to find a job. I'm 41 years old and have my 20 year old daughter and step son living with me. She is pregnant and due in a few months. My step son does work but it's very low pay. Nobody will hire my daughter while she is pregnant. If all this is not enough, now we must find a new place to live because our land lord has sold the property. We can pay our bills but do not have the money to relocate into another home. We need funds to find a new place and move from our existing home.

As I fall upon my faith in the Lord I pray he sends us help through these trying times. I have prayed for help and the answer to reach out to those on the net has presented itself to me. I am not looking to scam anyone's hard eared money. My family needs help plain and simple. If we don't find a way, we will be homeless:(
If you feel you can spare a few dollars to help us raise the funds to move, please donate it to us through PayPal. Any amount will help us toward another place to call home. Thank You for your kindness in advanced. God Bless All.

Hi. Where do I start. 2 years ago i was taken against my will and forced into prostitution. In other countries it is called Human Trafficking. In my country it is ignored. I was looked in a bedroom in a house where I was made to sleep with men for money. If I did not listen or do as my kidnappers said then I was beaten.

This went on for 8 months.

Only God knows how I survived this. I prayed every day and somewhere deep in me I kneqw I would get out. Then one day I managed to escape. I reported it to the police and helped them set them up. These people where caught. I was to scared to hang around to see what would happen to these people as I knew if they got bail they would find me and kill me. So I decided to leave my family and all that I knew and start a whole new life far away.

I have managed to find a very low paying office job in another province. I have no family or friend that can help me here. They don't even know where I am.

I am batteling financially. Each month is a struggle. It has finally come to a point where I can't afford to pay my rent next month or buy food.

Please Anyone if you can help me get on my feet again and start living again i would really be thankful to you.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Hello, my name is kimberly and i dont know where else to turn so i am posting on this website. I am a survivor of the joplin may 22nd tornado. I was working at walmart when we got a code black and we all went to the back of the store. We were all joking around not really thinking much about it. We never thought walmart would get hit. My brother called me and told me that there was a tornado in joplin and that it was big and not to panic. I still didnt think walmart could get taken down, we were in a busy populated area in the middle of the city. The power went off and i told my brother i had to get off the phone. It got pretty loud and sumone yelled that it was here. I looked up and seen the roof getting ripped off. Everyone then screamed and we got down on our knees and prayed. All i could do is pray to see my little boys again and my husband and the rest of my family. The winds were so fast and i was getting hit with all sorts of things and something was on my back and was very heavy and something hit me in the head. It got quiet and people thought it was over and i was yelling at everyone to stay down for a little while to ensure it was over. After about 5 minutes we got hit with the end of the tornado and was just holding on to whatever i could and telling everyone that i loved them, even if i didnt know them. We were very crammed together as some people were on top of each and there was zero moving room and we were getting heavily rained on and hailed on. I found a small hole to put my hand through so that hopefully someone would see it and help us out. After about 30 min sumone was able to help get me out and i started helping others get out as there were many injured and many children. I started ripping open blankets to give to people because we were all soaked, filthy and freezing. Once i finally got out of the store and to the parking lot, i was in shock. Everyones cars were on top of each other and crushed. And i looked around and everything was flattened for miles. I dont know how any of us survived because walmart was totaled where we were. I have dealt with alot of anxiety since then and am dreading spring this year. I would really like to raise money for a shelter to have peace of mind and to ensure my kids safety. I never want my familys safety. Going through this tornado has made me realize how important things are in life and to have fun with my family and to appreciate life. I am going back to school andd my car just broke down and we think its the cadillac converter which i cant afford. I also want to help my dad out. He is disabled and raising my 3 teenage brothers. He is hurting financially as well and i love to help him when i can. I have a new found look on life now and love my kids so much and im so happy i was able to go home to them. There were many people that didnt make it that day and that easily could have been me. There are many heros from that frightful day. I dont like asking for help but i didnt know where else to go. I appreciate the people that help out people like me. You are wonderful people and god bless. Anything at all would help me out at this time. Thank you for taking time to listen to my story and thank you for donating. You are amazing and cherish those you love because you never know what could happen. Thank you!

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.

Im a young woman of 28 years old and this is my life story:

I was born and landed straight into hell, for as long as i can remember i have been beaten up, cut, burned and occasionly tied up and attempted to be drowned in a bathtub by the 2 people thats should love and care for u as a child; my parents...I was raped and abused by my own brother and suffering in silence. School was a safe place for me but after the teachers started to notice that i wasnt a normal happy kid my parent kept me home from school...In order for them to stay out of trouble they married me off at the age of 14 to a 36 yr old nephew. Since i never wanted that marriage they drugged and kidknapped me abroad to my birthland..

After 8 months of utter misery my grandfather helped me get my divorce and to get my passport back so that i could return to The Netherlands.

When i got back to The Netherlands i finally turned 18 and wanted to try and get my life together but the past haunted me so bad i couldnt see straight so i sufferd a heart attack in 2004 at the age of 21 or 22..Due to unablility to keep a job i lost my house 3 times. I know what it feels like to be hungry for food, longing for a nice warm shower, being homeless and in desperate need of a save place to stay.

Today i have a home but am on the verge of losing it again, i have so many bills surrounding me that keep me from having a goodnight sleep,no food in the house for months now and am so tired of being rejected for a decent job.Everytime i turned for help around me, i end up wanted to be taken advantage off.

For years and years i have looked up to god and prayed, cried and begged for a better day with no avail.

Lord knows i never had much of anything but to whomever reads this please, please help me, if have no one to turn to but you.

Gratefully yours,
Invisible girl.