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I hope to get some advice or reply with donations we don't have many resources or choices where we currently live Iam the mother of a 1 year old boy who I dearly love so much and need help to raise him into a healthy boy with what we have today is no much we collect cans at times when we are not working it helps at times when we find alOt of them but that is rarely because I see more and more people doing it as well since the economy has callapsed and our govErment Is crooked who doesn't care about the people so I turn to the people for real help charity's are a big scam i believe in giving the stuff diectly to the pEople I may be young and struggling but I have high hopEs my shining day will come emAil me jeremiahsmommy1@aol.com

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!

This is very new to me. Doubt anyone actually reads these, but I am desperate. I have 5 children and recently took in another. We cannot afford daycare for all of our children so I work while my spouse stays home to care for the kids. There are somedays where we are flipping couch cushions to find change for milk or diapers. We live paycheck to paycheck and rarely have any extra for even school activities. I spent a year racking up credit card debt just to get by. Now I am in deeper than ever. I no longer have credit cards and will never get one again. I want to pay off my car, student loans and other debt so I can provide fully for my family. I know I screwed up and have learned my lesson. Now I am begging for help! Please; anything will help.

This is very new to me. Doubt anyone actually reads these, but I am desperate. I have 5 children and recently took in another. We cannot afford daycare for all of our children so I work while my spouse stays home to care for the kids. There are somedays where we are flipping couch cushions to find change for milk or diapers. We live paycheck to paycheck and rarely have any extra for even school activities. I spent a year racking up credit card debt just to get by. Now I am in deeper than ever. I no longer have credit cards and will never get one again. I want to pay off my car, student loans and other debt so I can provide fully for my family. I know I screwed up and have learned my lesson. Now I am begging for help! Please; anything will help.

Love story that actually came true. My husband and I were high school sweethearts at Mascoutah High School. Both of our dads were in the military and we lost track of one another. It took 27 years for us to find one another. We were both still in love with one another after all the years we were apart. We found one another again on face book. I moved from TX and gave up a good career to move back to Mascoutah so we could be together.

We had quite a bit of money saved up but after moving here I have had a hard time finding a full time job. I took what I could just to keep money coming in but it is only part time and pays less than half of what I was making. My husband was disabled and awaiting a liver transplant so he only had social security disability for income.

Our dream was to buy a house in Mascoutah after I found a good job but unfortunately we never got to live out that dream. 6 months after moving here his health went downhill. We used all our savings to pay rent, utilities and medical bills for him going in and out of the hospital on a regular basis. No matter how many jobs I have applied for no one even calls to give me the opportunity to interview.

After all these years we finally got married September 30, 2011. This was our dream come true. We were really looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together but unfortunately that did not happen. My husband became really ill and passed away December 8, 2011.

He was so worried about me being taken care of and he thought I would continue to get his social security disability money if something did happen to him but I knew I wouldn't and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wouldn't. I am only 46 and I would have to be 60 to qualify for his benefits. I am just happy that he passed away thinking that I would be taken care of.

I used the last little bit of savings to pay toward his funeral expenses and I was fortunate enough to raise some money by having a trivia night in his honor. I have enough money to pay the rent for February but no money for any other bills such as utilities or any remaining funeral expenses or to even buy a headstone for him. I also have a 21 year old son that I have been putting through college and now I have no way to help him continue his education.

I rarely eat or sleep worrying about how I will survive on my own and ending up on the street homeless. Some days I wish the good lord would have just taken me at the same time because I feel so lost and alone and I lost my one and only true love.


I have never had to ask anyone for money and I feel ashamed that I am but I really want to live out our dream of buying a house in Mascoutah one day but the most important thing right now is finding a way to survive without becoming homeless. I have no one else to turn to.
Michael O. Cortez, born Friday, Oct. 18, 1963, died Thursday, Dec. 8, 2011, at St. Elizabeth Hospital in Belleville, IL. Survived by his wife, Wanda Cortez of Mascoutah, IL. This information can be verified by: Kurrus Funeral Home 1773 Frank Scott Parkway West, Belleville, IL 62223 (618)235-2100.

You don't know how much this means to me and I would so greatly appreciate it if anyone can find it in their heart to help me. I am trying to hang in there and I am really hoping to have some kind of future to look forward to. I have worked so hard all my life and I don’t want to give up on everything that I have worked so hard for.

God Bless you all and words cannot even begin to describe how much your help would be greatly appreciated.

Hello, I am a 45 year old single mom of 2 boys, 20 and 16 years. My oldest is a type 1 diabetic on insulin for 16 years and recently celiac disease. He has not had controlled blood sugars for years and has had difficulty finding and keeping a job as he rarely feels well. He was just released from the hospital a week ago due as he went into DKA which has now pushed back his hopes of finding a job and getting out on his own, My 16 year old suffers with bipolar disorder and has had a really rough time trying to deal with not only financial issues, but his brothers illness. I have always worked, but seems I can't get even much less ahead, now my employer has cut my hours to nearly half, I am very close to foreclosure and have never really been to the point I am having a hard time just going to the grocery. I know this will sound silly, but I am wanting to go to school for dog grooming. We are all dog lovers and I have seen just how much having a dog can lift your spirits, help with self esteem and make your life better. However, I simply can't afford to go and hoping someone out there can find it in their heart to help me do this and hopefully include my sons to start a business of my own grooming dogs. I would need $1500 for all tuition and supplies. But would greatly appreciate anything given toward this goal. Thank you for your time and have a blessed day!

My name is jeffrey I am 27, served in the u.s. army infantry and completed one tour to Afghanistan. I have a four year old son and rarely get the chance to see him and have always paid my 800 a month child support. Never been late on bills nor have I ever accumulated any type of debt. I have always been there for friends and family when they hit financial tough spots. I still contribute as much as I can to help my mother out while my father is in prison. My finance has always been there to help us get by. But that is all I have been doing for a long time... Getting by. I know this is like taking a shot at the moon but I am hear to ask if anybody would help donate any funds so I can enjoy a vacation, do something special for my girl and I. One day I hope to pay it forward to somebody that deserves it :) Thank you for your time.

This is why I'm posting here:

I am 25 and for my entire life, I have been fat. I don't mean this as in, a little on the chubby side; but obese. I can remember being in 5th grade, when our class had to get weighed and measured at the nurses office. The sinking feeling in my gut that came up when I weighed almost 200 lbs at the age of 10 is something that I don't think I will entirely forget.

Because of my horrible diet as a child (McDonalds, soda, you name it), I have spent my entire young life coping with being overweight and all of the horrible things that go with it: wondering if I'll fit in a seatbelt, wondering if I would break a friends bed or chair if I sat on it, or never being able to find a cute outfit to wear like all the other girls. When I was about 14, I was diagnosed with PCOS, which is cysts on my ovaries (contributing to my obesity, or as a result of, but they worked in tandem to make my life miserable). Without health insurance, I was never able to get this issue resolved, and with my poor diet, my weight increased. PCOS symptoms also include abnormal facial and body hair, which was (and to a degree still is) the bane of mine and any woman's existence. A woman should never have to feel so ashamed of her own body, and yet that is exactly how I've felt for as long as I've realized that I was different, and that looks mattered.

My highest weight as of 4 months ago topped out at 324 (thought I had reached 340 a year earlier but had lost some weight over a long period of time). Recently I began taking HCG (a hormone that helps regulate fertility and also helps with weight loss), and am amazed to report that for the first time in my adult life, I am 270 lbs. While this still is a lot, for me it is an incredible number to be at. Never in my life have I felt the fear of dying at 30 begin to be lifted, though I still have a long way to go.

So the point of my request: there are a lot of dreams I have that I feel like I am within reach of grasping. Some of them have already been fulfilled: I have been able to travel with my family, and this past year my parents helped me to finance a jeep. This is a huge one...I live on the west coast and have always wanted to live a surfer/beach lifestyle.

But how could a fat girl ever be a surfer? It's been my dream for the past 10 summers to learn to surf, with beaches only 15 minutes away. But every year, the fear stopped me, my weight stopped me, my inability stopped me.

I want this year to be the last year fear gets in the way.

With my weight going down, I've been trying to exercise. I've been attempting a modified version of P90X, and have been eating healthy and avoiding all the foods that got me where I am today. The problem is that financially, while I do work full time, I barely make enough to cover my bills (gas, car insurance, car payment, cell phone), and am not even able to help my hard working parents pay rent. So money for extras this summer is not really possible, but I CAN'T let another year go by without accomplishing this task.

I want to attend a surf camp this summer in San Diego, called Surf Divas. The problem? Surf lessons are expensive. I think to get me on the right path, I'd need at least 10 hours of lessons. At $82 an hour, thats $820.

The reason I want to fulfill this dream is to prove to myself and others that no matter where you've been, or how far your body is from being in shape, that the human body is remarkably capable of change. I would want to encourage anyone who doesn't think they are the right "type" to surf or do a sport that they can push their bodies to do things they never thought possible. And I sincerely believe that learning to surf will help me pursue my health and fitness goals long term, as well as truly set free the earth-and-sea-loving hippie that I keep snug and close to my soul. I live for summer and the ocean...and being able to ride a way would be life changing for me.

If anyone is able to donate or help support me in taking charge of my health and fitness...there would be no adequate way to thank you. I will send you a picture of me riding my very first wave as a token of gratitude, with a friendship bracelet made by me with a few shells from the beach strung on it. My way to say thank you for helping me to live a healthy life.

I'm a giver who rarely gets, but if you could change that, I would be most grateful.

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I am a 21 year old mum of twin boys but before you judge NO I am not on benefits in fact I have 3 jobs ; an early morning cleaning job which is weekdays, a 3 day a week care assistant at a residential home and on weekends a bartender. I rarely get to see my boys as I am working to earn a living and avoid benefits , my mum has them and if not then I have to scrimp and save to pay for their daycare which is paid til they are 3 it is 7 pound per child a day. I am struggling to put food on the table and am ashamed to say on one deseperate occasion I have shoplifted food on a day I literally didn't have a penny. My wages mostly go on bills and my car to get me to my jobs, there's not much more I can do to get money I am tired all the time and would love a holiday for me and my boys but obvz can not afford one as moneys tight as it is so please please if you can help it would genuinely genuinely be appreciated I am desperate and have even resorted to trying to sell my old loved possessions on ebay to try and raise up some cash, many thanks and god bless to those who donate x

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need help paying bills and seeing doctors. I am an online student with the university of phoenix and was working as a baker for golden corral, but now I am injured with tendonitis in my right hand and have been out of work for two weeks. I am a minimum wage earner and have rarely worked a forty hour week so I had to live pay check to pay check and have been unable to save any money. Now that this has happened I am in a bind and need some help. I do not have insurance or any other means to take care of this situation with my hand especially if they require me to have surgery. I have no family here and I feel lost. Can someone please help me.

I am a student with the university of phoenix, and a baker (actually skilled in all types of culinary) by trade was working for a restaurant called Golden corral. I sustained an injury from my work called tendonitis in my right hand which I am a right handed person. I have been out of work for two weeks and have been living from pay check to pay check because the pay is not all that great and I rarely have a week were I work a full forty hours. Now that I have been out of work the doctor is talking about surgery which I can not afford and the bills keep piling up.I would not be doing this except right now I have no other help or choices. I live alone in a city where I have no family I need some help please I can not afford to lose my internet connection either as school is what I am doing to have a better life for myself.I will work but my injury has put me in a situation where I can not and I do not have any insurance or anything else at the time. PLEASE HELP

Rarely used 42" lcd/hdtv 1080p. Brand: Element. 3 level tv stand:approximately 35" in height. Color: black with middle glass shelf. Both are only 6 months old and only used a handful of times. I'll take $400 for both. Great deal ; I neeeed money asap so I can take a little less. I'm struggling badly, so I really need as much as possible. Thanks

I don't know how I feel about this. I guess this is what happens when you get desperate? I used to be the one donating to causes. I haven't done that for a while.

I am 25 year old woman who used to look forward to life. I have a partner of 8 years, who also has seen happier times. In the last 12 months I have been diagnosed with clinical depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder and panic attacks. It's paralyzing.

We both finished high school in 2004, soon after, my Nanna whom I loved like my own mother got a brain tumor. I was forced to quit my retail job, look after her (she had no money/retirement) although I don't regret it. I looked after her. She died 5 months later and I have been grieving since. It was very traumatic.

My partner and I decided to start saving for a home in 2006. We bought a very old apartment in 2008. We were both working jobs we hated 4 hours away from our home, but it paid the bills.

Then my partner incurred a life long injury in his back. He had to choose between work and his health. He lost his job eventually and I lost my job during cuts. Our parents were paying for our home for a few months.

Then my partners Dad got cancer. We both had to go on welfare (which was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I literally wept when the woman was treating us like the scum of the earth all because we had fallen on hard times). We ended up moving home to ease some of the pressure and to help his Dad out.

We found renters for the apartment in time, but the rent is not enough to cover the costs. We are in debt to a loan taken out to help us pay bills when my partner hurt his back/was jobless.

I then had a very public breakdown earlier this year. I haven't worked since February. I went to the doctors with our last remaining money to help myself. That's when I was diagnosed with mental illness.

My partner eventually found a job that accepted him and his life long back injury, but it pays half of what it used to. He's working hard, he does what he can. He does extra work on the side. He rarely gets a day off. And yet our heads are just above water.

The thing is, we're 25 and don't have any silly consumer debt. We did everything right, we followed the rules, we studied hard and we worked hard. And we just get tossed aside when we're not needed anymore.

I know there is a lot of people out there asking for help. I know, I am always so overwhelmed by the world and it's problems. I wish I could make a difference.

I am asking for any donations, as little as you can spare. It will make a huge difference in our lives at the moment, it will provide some financial relief. I will be able to afford to continue to go get medical help, same with my partner. And we'll be able to keep our apartment that we worked so hard for.

Thank you.

I've not been the best when it comes to finance though I rarely buy anything extravagant, I don't entirely understand it. I've just made lots of bad decisions and I'd love a chance to start afresh without letting my parents know how much debt I've racked up as I know they will never trust me again if they do and we already don't have the best relationship.
My main dilemma started about 2 years ago when I was in my last semester in college and I did not pay for my tuition that semester. I have not received my degree as a result and charges have been added to what I owed since then and finally my University sent the debt to the state's revenue department for collection and they've added their own fees. Things have really come to a head now because I am actually an international student and after spending the past couple years in mostly unpaid internships because I have no certificate to show employers and being unable to work other jobs that do not require a degree because it's illegal with my status, my visa has expired and I have to leave the country in a couple weeks and I don't have the degree I came to the US to get.
With the little payments I've been able to make subtracted, I now owe $11633. I know that that is a great deal of money especially as I've racked up other debts that takes the money I'll need to truly get out of all trouble to about $15000. But I really have nothing at all right now and any amount of money at all will help, $5, $100, anything.
And though I know paying back $15000 will take years for me to do if anyone has that to spare, I would want to do that for my own peace of mind. But it's obvious that anyone willing to lend me that with no security and just my intention to finally get out of this rut, get a good job and pay back over a period that will hopefully not exceed 5 years will probably be someone who can comfortably give away that amount but respects my need to eventually pay it all back through paypal probably from another part of the world.
I know I am completely to blame for all the stress in my life today and this is no sob story but my problems are very real and you will be bringing great relief to someone in trouble who has not been able to think about anything else for a long time. Thank you.

I've not been the best when it comes to finance though I rarely buy anything extravagant, I don't entirely understand it. I've just made lots of bad decisions and I'd love a chance to start afresh without letting my parents know how much debt I've racked up as I know they will never trust me again if they do and we already don't have the best relationship.
My main dilemma started about 2 years ago when I was in my last semester in college and I did not pay for my tuition that semester. I have not received my degree as a result and charges have been added to what I owed since then and finally my University sent the debt to the state's revenue department for collection and they've added their own fees. Things have really come to a head now because I am actually an international student and after spending the past couple years in mostly unpaid internships because I have no certificate to show employers and being unable to work other jobs that do not require a degree because it's illegal with my status, my visa has expired and I have to leave the country in a couple weeks and I don't have the degree I came to the US to get.
With the little payments I've been able to make subtracted, I now owe $11633. I know that that is a great deal of money especially as I've racked up other debts that takes the money I'll need to truly get out of all trouble to about $15000. But I really have nothing at all right now and any amount of money at all will help, $5, $100, anything.
And though I know paying back $15000 will take years for me to do if anyone has that to spare, I would want to do that for my own peace of mind. But it's obvious that anyone willing to lend me that with no security and just my intention to finally get out of this rut, get a good job and pay back over a period that will hopefully not exceed 5 years will probably be someone who can comfortably give away that amount but respects my need to eventually pay it all back through paypal probably from another part of the world.
I know I am completely to blame for all the stress in my life today and this is no sob story but my problems are very real and you will be bringing great relief to someone in trouble who has not been able to think about anything else for a long time. Thank you.

I've not been the best when it comes to finance though I rarely buy anything extravagant, I don't entirely understand it. I've just made lots of bad decisions and I'd love a chance to start afresh without letting my parents know how much debt I've racked up as I know they will never trust me again if they do and we already don't have the best relationship.
My main dilemma started about 2 years ago when I was in my last semester in college and I did not pay for my tuition that semester. I have not received my degree as a result and charges have been added to what I owed since then and finally my University sent the debt to the state's revenue department for collection and they've added their own fees. Things have really come to a head now because I am actually an international student and after spending the past couple years in mostly unpaid internships because I have no certificate to show employers and being unable to work other jobs that do not require a degree because it's illegal with my status, my visa has expired and I have to leave the country in a couple weeks and I don't have the degree I came to the US to get.
With the little payments I've been able to make subtracted, I now owe $11633. I know that that is a great deal of money especially as I've racked up other debts that takes the money I'll need to truly get out of all trouble to about $15000. But I really have nothing at all right now and any amount of money at all will help, $5, $100, anything.
And though I know paying back $15000 will take years for me to do if anyone has that to spare, I would want to do that for my own peace of mind. But it's obvious that anyone willing to lend me that with no security and just my intention to finally get out of this rut, get a good job and pay back over a period that will hopefully not exceed 5 years will probably be someone who can comfortably give away that amount but respects my need to eventually pay it all back through paypal probably from another part of the world.
I know I am completely to blame for all the stress in my life today and this is no sob story but my problems are very real and you will be bringing great relief to someone in trouble who has not been able to think about anything else for a long time. Thank you.

I've not been the best when it comes to finance though I rarely buy anything extravagant, I don't entirely understand it. I've just made lots of bad decisions and I'd love a chance to start afresh without letting my parents know how much debt I've racked up as I know they will never trust me again if they do and we already don't have the best relationship.
My main dilemma started about 2 years ago when I was in my last semester in college and I did not pay for my tuition that semester. I have not received my degree as a result and charges have been added to what I owed since then and finally my University sent the debt to the state's revenue department for collection and they've added their own fees. Things have really come to a head now because I am actually an international student and after spending the past couple years in mostly unpaid internships because I have no certificate to show employers and being unable to work other jobs that do not require a degree because it's illegal with my status, my visa has expired and I have to leave the country in a couple weeks and I don't have the degree I came to the US to get.
With the little payments I've been able to make subtracted, I now owe $11633. I know that that is a great deal of money especially as I've racked up other debts that takes the money I'll need to truly get out of all trouble to about $15000. But I really have nothing at all right now and any amount of money at all will help, $5, $100, anything.
And though I know paying back $15000 will take years for me to do if anyone has that to spare, I would want to do that for my own peace of mind. But it's obvious that anyone willing to lend me that with no security and just my intention to finally get out of this rut, get a good job and pay back over a period that will hopefully not exceed 5 years will probably be someone who can comfortably give away that amount but respects my need to eventually pay it all back through paypal probably from another part of the world.
I know I am completely to blame for all the stress in my life today and this is no sob story but my problems are very real and you will be bringing great relief to someone in trouble who has not been able to think about anything else for a long time. Thank you.

We need help paying our bills. My husband was in a bad car accident which totaled our SUV. It was paid off, but still ran like a dream. We had hoped to keep it until we ran it into the ground. We got another used car, but not long after that my husband got laid off. Unemployment denied his claim because the employer told them he missed too much work. My father-in-law passed away just before Christmas and my husband's employer told him to take as much time as he needed. When he called them and told them he would be out for the week (we had to travel 600 miles for the funeral) and they told him that would be a problem and they would talk after he got back. He had been back about 2 weeks when they called and told him not to bother coming back. We appealed unemployment's decision, but we lost. He has not been able to find another job. Our son and I both have medical problems and both have to take prescription medicine. We have insurance, but we have very high co-pays, so I have done without my medicine so our son can have his. We are on the verge of losing our house and car. We have used all our savings, cancelled our cable, landline and cellphones. Our only line of communication is the computer. We rarely watch TV anymore, we don't even use lights that much since we light candles to see after dark. Friends of mine bought groceries for us about a month ago, but those are now all gone. We have sold as many of our personal belongings as we could. We sold our bed frames and put the mattresses on the floor. We have no one we can move in with and no one we can borrow money from. Any help we get will be greatly appreciated. Thank you and May God Bless You All.

Im a 23 year old father to my baby son and husband to my beautiful wife. We have been together for four years and recently had a baby boy come into our lives. Ive been on my own since 13 ive never met my father as he cheated on my mom when i was a baby and they went through a divorce. It always stuck with my mom and she lost interest in a lot of things and was depressed She abandoned me when i was about 13 and started dating a drug dealer in modesto i moved in with some of my friends and did the best to raise myself i did a lot of bad things when i was younger i had no role models and did whatever i could to survive and i never got to experience a lot of things like sports baseball football i didnt have money for equipment and stuff and no time i was always busy trying to get money for clothes i used to eat our schools one dollar lunch everyday. By the time i was 18 i met the girl of my dreams at a local movie theater she was from the philipines and was petitioned by her family and was staying with a local governement housing at the time. I started turning my life around for the positive and learned a few trades and took a few classes and workshops for building. at 19 i was working as an assistant to a private contractor i learned everything i needed to know and by the time of 20 i was doing private work myself and at 21 i got my first house with the luck of a friend who worked as a realator. We used to live in the central valley Fresno Ca to be exact and we owned a two bedroom one bath house. We had one truck was a Chevy pickup 1500 i used for work and our family car it was paid off. The economy hit hard in the central valley and many contractors went out of work and the prices of homes dropped and our home was foreclosed as we couldnt make the payment and we lost everything. We remained positive with all the negative that happened and we were homeless for a while we sleeped at a church while selling what little furniture we had from our house and save. At the time my wife was pregnant and we were ready to start our family and everything went wrong. We did what was right kept our baby and after talking we moved to the central coast there was no opportunity in the central valley as a lot of businesses went down and everything was going bad. We moved to another one of the churches branches so that i could get on my feet over in Monterey. I quickly got a job as a Server at a private restaurant after applying for many jobs i dont make much and after a few months our baby was born at this time we were able to get a one room studio its very small but rent is so expensive $750 my number one priority is my son and providing i work three days at the restaurant and on my days off i offer services on craigslist to help fix computers car detailing and early mornings i get up at 6am and go to the local home depot and look for work lots of builders go there and sometimes they need extra help. Unfortunately im younger and rarely get picked compared to older because they dont think im experienced i was lucky to get a few jobs though as side work past few months. My wife stays home and cares for the baby since we have no family to help out she cant work at this time. Im doing my best to provide we have no tv no internet no computer nothing except a bed crib a few cooking supplies and a fridge ironing board and iron but were content. But sometimes work is slow and we had no money for food and we have gone to local shelters for food. We mostely eat rice and pastas since its cheap. We only buy expensive foods for the baby and only have cell phones. I had to sell my truck a while back and have recently got an old small honda i cant even afford to put tires on at this time. Im doing my best and taking day to day with the hope something good will happenen. Work is slow and i have no family at all and my wifes family is very poor in the philipines. I did my best to sumarize my life and try to prove i am a real person in a real situation and im in need at this time. Any and everything helps. My family thanks you.

So for the best interest for my family I have recently moved over 900 miles from my family and my wifes family with our two boys and july 1st came our first daughter and last child. Seeing as how I did not want to miss my daughters birth or leave my wife stranded at the house alone with a 7yr old 1 yr old and 5 day old infant I had to take time off work. This time was unpaid and me being the only one working and only making $10.75 an hour it is hard enough to pay my bills when I work my normal shceduled days. I normally find myself working 72 to 84 hours a week to make it by. I rarely swallow my pride and ask for help but this last week off work has put me into a deep hole and fear that a downward trend in money is going to follow. Please help I work my butt off to support my family and can't get help anywhere else. I along with my three kids and wife would be eternally grateful and will not forget the help. What goes around comes around. if you wish to contact me the best way is my work email johnathon.shanks@qg.com
Thank you

Johnathon Shanks

My name is Michael Gardner and I am sad that I need to this ,but feel there is no other way. I have a beautiful wife who is pregnant and 2 beautiful daughters. We have acquired a huge amount of debt from when my second daughter was born. We used credit cards to pay many of our bills during that time as the money was not there at the time. Things looked up when I got a promotion at work. The bills seemed to begin to shrink, but then I was downsized. I am currently working 2 jobs and looking for a third. At that rate of working I will very rarely see my family. Please help. I pray that someday I can be done with these bills.

My name is Michael Gardner and I am sad that I need to this ,but feel there is no other way. I have a beautiful wife who is pregnant and 2 beautiful daughters. We have acquired a huge amount of debt from when my second daughter was born. We used credit cards to pay many of our bills during that time as the money was not there at the time. Things looked up when I got a promotion at work. The bills seemed to begin to shrink, but then I was downsized. I am currently working 2 jobs and looking for a third. At that rate of working I will very rarely see my family. Please help. I pray that someday I can be done with these bills.

Hi! My name is Ellen. Feel free to call me Toxik, though! I'm a fursuit/costume maker and an artist in the furry fandom, but don't let that deter you. I'm not big on begging or panhandling...but until I can find a suitable job, I might need a little boost to help me get by. I currently work a minimum wage job in a business my family owns. I'm a waitress and work mostly for tips. Typically people rarely sit down at the tables or put money in our tip jar, so usually this means little to no spending money for this fox. I use paypal to keep my spending money and funds in a safe place. It keeps everything well organized. I also need money to buy supplies for artwork and costuming. Every dollar counts, so if anyone would be so kind as to donate, it is greatly appreciated. Thank you so much!