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we are a hard working family of 6 myself and my husband and 4 boys we are in need of some help to help pay our taxes on our mobile home..I had some medical issues COME UP AND ALL OUR SAVINGS HAVE WENT to paying for that.. anything helps please they are ready to take our home away ..and we worked hard to have a place to call our own even if it is just a mobile home.. please thank you!

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I'm Wanting to Start my own Business, and have a sound business plan outlay and great direction, with Clients Booked in for July and Ready to Start My Adventure, I am Outlying Costs and unfortunately I cannot pay the bills feed my kids and Save the 2k required for Equipment. so I have chose the obvious at the moment Bills and kids.

but I would like to get myself ahead for once in my life.

and If you could make even a small donation it would be greatly appreciated, Starting Early July And Operating in Adelaide, South Australia.

With Thanks in Advance
James and Family

PLEASE HELP
Hi, I'm a 27 year old woman who needs help with money ASAP!!
I'm only asking for money as I'm sick of not being able to pay my bills, eat and sleep.
not even having milk in my fridge for a coffee or any food to eat, it really gets hard to cope with after awhile, and i just had to give in and asked for help by posting this in hope that there still is a few people out there with kind Hearts and they read this and want to help me!
I Just need a little money to get back on my feet.
my mother past away from cancer a few weeks ago & even though i only had to pay for some of her treatment & then the funeral, it still really hit me! Losing her was hard enough, she was my best friend! mum didn't have any money to leave me in her will so nothing there.
I'm doing my best to cope but i REALLY Need Help! PLEASE?
I'm trying to save the money i need to move closer to the rest of my family & a job that i have been offered, and do some more study but i just can't get the money i need no matter how hard i try, so i have to ask for help!
I have a number of depts that i can't seem to get on top of and with everything else its just to much, I'm over whelmed and I'm depressed, I'm just about ready to give up.
I've worked so hard, so long to get this far, to be offered a chance like this and now i can't take it as i don't have the money i need to move, pay my bills or even eat!
Please i really do hate begging but i REALLY do need help ASAP!
Even if its just a loan until i get back on my feet, it'll help more than i could ever say thank you for!
Please help me turn my life around and get out from under this dept and stress and start living and enjoying life again!
Thanks for taking the time to read this

my name is charity ivy and ive never done anything like this but basically i am 27 with two very active kids. one is 6 (my daughter) the other is 2 (my son). my husband left for germany to be to be stationed out there for 4 yrs and basically said he wasnt ready to be a father and he joined the army to see the world so take care n bu bye now.he does send help at the begining of the month but for some reason problems and trouble gravitate towards me. i end up having to pay people back that i borrowed money from or my parents need it to help them,which by the way i dont mind but i am 27 yrs old living at home with my parents.i recentl;y purchased a vehichle and its giving me more trouble than the help i thought it would give. i havent been able to register or get insurance on it because everytime i turn around i need to fix something on it. ive been pulled over numerous time and havent been able to pay the tickets so my fear of going to jail is very high and mainly because im all they have. my parents tho i know they mean well have become over controlling in every aspect of my life and make it impossible for me to take care of my kids the way i kno i can. basically i need help getting my car to run help with the tickets i have and help finding a home that will allow me to be the mom i wish to be. please can anyone help me

I m a young with breast cacner .high blood pressure copd sleepapna i dont knoe what to do cany buy food cant pay money rent im am so ready to give up i crt all the time i just need a little hope my mother was the one i could go to for but she passed awy sometime im better of gone but i have 8 wuhderful grand child if you can help please,please,pleas help the you and god blessplease contactmy phone i have no wwere ekse to turn to please please 732-540-9612 you can mail you donate to cynthia rinker 157 john south amboy nj 08878 thank you and my god blessyou

My name is Takita coley, I Live In Atlanta, GA and I'm getting ready to be evicted , i lost my job and i have a special need child.I dont know what to do. I have been to slavation army and they can help me with $500.00 and i have $500.00 myself and i still short $400.00 dollars. i sign up with a program that help me with a job. but it doesn't started until the 24th of this month. I need help bad.

So far this week my car was broken into, my credit card was stolen and the bill run up. The gym I go to scammed me out money on payments, my job I've been working at for three years promoted someone with no prior experience over me( I work my ass off for little pay) and my dad took a job in Kentucky so I have to have money to move out in 3 months or I will be homeless because he's selling the house. Also my car is ready to break down at any given time and won't be mine anymore when my dad moves. I'm working as best as I can but can't come up with the money in time I need 7,000 dollars so I can move out a buy a reliable car. I'm 18 I can't be homeless :,( I don't wanna live in this town anymore or this state the jobs are disappearing. I need a loan basically because I will pay you back when I'm more financially stable. Please help me. I don't wanna have to become a stripper

I am 28 years old and I have a 21month old. My child's father got into trouble with the law and instead of serving time he fled the country. I cannot file for child support since he doesn't live or work here. He doesnt send me money or anything. I applied fur child care assistance and I make too much money. By the time I pay for rent ($810), diapers, food, gas, utilities, and my car payment I have nothing left for daycare for my child. I had a friend helping me but she was a horrible mother to her kids and I don't want my kid in that environment. I have had to call in to work and I may lose my job if I can't get daycare figured out. I even sold my couch and I'm ready to sell other furniture to get by. Please help!

I was laid off from my job in the mortgage business in 2007. I tried to find a job for four years, while still managing to pay the mortgage from my savings. No jobs in mortgage, and no interest (despite my skills in general office duties) from other types of business. In December of 2010 I ended up in the hospital with a life threatening skin cancer-I hadn't sought medical treatment because of losing my health insurance, but it got to the point that I was taken out of the house on a stretcher. Now my only source of income is SS disability (my sternum was removed in surgery). My house is being foreclosed. There's no way that I can ask for help with keeping the house, it's too much money. But, I need help with being able to find a place to live where I can bring my two dogs. They are rescued German Shepherds. They are both old, and would have no chance of being adopted if I take them to a shelter. Giving up my devoted friends isn't an option, but any place that I can afford on the disability income alone doesn't allow dogs. I spent all my savings keeping my house because I truly believed that I would be able to find a job. I just need some help to get a new home for me, Chance and Bentley until they either are ready to leave and I can go rent a little room, or I can regain enough strength to go back to work.

I've been wanting to go to school for dental hygiene and don't have the funds for it...I have everything ready, today was the first day for open enrollment they take the first 40 or until May 25th which ever comes first. I wanted to be the first one today and couldn't :( I tried getting loans but with no luck, sigh, i'm really sad, I need 58,000 dollars for tuition and they want to see up front or show how I plan on paying for it when I turn in my application. Can someone please let me borrow your money for school. I can pay you back monthly installments...sigh, i'm really dis-drought. someone please...I can pay you back I would like it before the end of the week I dont want to loose my chance again to go to school. it's called concorde in san bernardino, ca you can see the tuition fees online it's 58 thousand and 300 something dollars but I can pay the three hundred please someone help me

Pounds.halfs,qp,nicks dimes.ect..I'm in Decatur ga,no games and please have ya money ready and be willing to ride to Decatur ga..6785311874 ask for mr qway

I have been sick for a little over a month now so I am getting ready to lose my stove Please help me out I do not even care if it is a dollar at a time just help Thanks

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.

I have had depression and trauma every since I was 10 years old. It initiated when a guy attempted to rape me. Ever since then my life has been a disaster. I am always on anti depression tablets. I dont have confidence, I am paranoid, scared, afraid. I have nightmares, feel guilty and I hate my character soooooooooo much. I go to doctors all the time but they do not do anything about it apart from repeating the same medication all the time. This doctors are from National Health Service which is free for every citizen of UK. If I had money I would of gonne to a private doctor so maybe they could really help me with some kind of rehabilitations or other measures that would really help me in a long term run and transform my attitude, the way of thinking or something that would rekindle my spirit and make me a normal human being as everyone else.

I have been in university for more then I was supposed to because the trauma and depression has affected me drastically. Now I had to leave university because I can not cope because of my health and I can not even afford to pay it. If I had the opportunity to cure then I would of been able to study aswell as work. I fighted so much in life trying to pretend that I can do things like anyone else and there is nothing wrong with me but in my heart there is sorrow and pain.

Please help, you would make a miracle in my life, it would mean the world to me!!!!!!

Please do not contact me if the purpose is for yourself gain and benefit. I had contacts from individuals who wanted to take advantage of my health and use my identity for fraudulent and illegal use and benefit for themselves. Please do not try to mess up my life, don't play with my health! May God Bless the ones who are ready to help from their free will with no intention and advantages!

Whoever is willing to help me they can contact me on b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk

I have had depression and trauma every since I was 10 years old. It initiated when a guy attempted to rape me. Ever since then my life has been a disaster. I am always on anti depression tablets. I dont have confidence, I am paranoid, scared, afraid. I have nightmares, feel guilty and I hate my character soooooooooo much. I go to doctors all the time but they do not do anything about it apart from repeating the same medication all the time. This doctors are from National Health Service which is free for every citizen of UK. If I had money I would of gonne to a private doctor so maybe they could really help me with some kind of rehabilitations or other measures that would really help me in a long term run and transform my attitude, the way of thinking or something that would rekindle my spirit and make me a normal human being as everyone else.

I have been in university for more then I was supposed to because the trauma and depression has affected me drastically. Now I had to leave university because I can not cope because of my health and I can not even afford to pay it. If I had the opportunity to cure then I would of been able to study aswell as work. I fighted so much in life trying to pretend that I can do things like anyone else and there is nothing wrong with me but in my heart there is sorrow and pain.

Please help, you would make a miracle in my life, it would mean the world to me!!!!!!

Please do not contact me if the purpose is for yourself gain and benefit. I had contact from individuals who wanted to take advantage of my health and use my identity for fraudulent and illegal use. Please do not try to mess my life, don't play with my health! May God Bless the ones who are ready to health from their free will with no intention for self gain!

Whoever is willing to help me they can contact me on b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk

I have had depression and trauma every since I was 10 years old. It initiated when a guy attempted to rape me. Ever since then my life has been a disaster. I am always on anti depression tablets. I dont have confidence, I am paranoid, scared, afraid. I have nightmares, feel guilty and I hate my character soooooooooo much. I go to doctors all the time but they do not do anything about it apart from repeating the same medication all the time. This doctors are from National Health Service which is free for every citizen of UK. If I had money I would of gonne to a private doctor so maybe they could really help me with some kind of rehabilitations or other measures that would really help me in a long term run and transform my attitude, the way of thinking or something that would rekindle my spirit and make me a normal human being as everyone else.

I have been in university for more then I was supposed to because the trauma and depression has affected me drastically. Now I had to leave university because I can not cope because of my health and I can not even afford to pay it. If I had the opportunity to cure then I would of been able to study aswell as work. I fighted so much in life trying to pretend that I can do things like anyone else and there is nothing wrong with me but in my heart there is sorrow and pain.

Please help, you would make a miracle in my life, it would mean the world to me!!!!!!

Please do not contact me if the purpose is for yourself gain and benefit. I had contact from individuals who wanted to take advantage of my health and use my identity for fraudulent and illegal use. Please do not try to mess my life, don't play with my health! May God Bless the ones who are ready to health from their free will with no intention for self gain!

Whoever is willing to help me they can contact me on b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk

I have had depression and trauma every since I was 10 years old. It initiated when a guy attempted to rape me. Ever since then my life has been a disaster. I am always on anti depression tablets. I dont have confidence, I am paranoid, scared, afraid. I have nightmares, feel guilty and I hate my character soooooooooo much. I go to doctors all the time but they do not do anything about it apart from repeating the same medication all the time. This doctors are from National Health Service which is free for every citizen of UK. If I had money I would of gonne to a private doctor so maybe they could really help me with some kind of rehabilitations or other measures that would really help me in a long term run and transform my attitude, the way of thinking or something that would rekindle my spirit and make me a normal human being as everyone else.

I have been in university for more then I was supposed to because the trauma and depression has affected me drastically. Now I had to leave university because I can not cope because of my health and I can not even afford to pay it. If I had the opportunity to cure then I would of been able to study aswell as work. I fighted so much in life trying to pretend that I can do things like anyone else and there is nothing wrong with me but in my heart there is sorrow and pain.

Please help, you would make a miracle in my life, it would mean the world to me!!!!!!

Please do not contact me if the purpose is for yourself gain and benefit. I had contact from individuals who wanted to take advantage of my health and use my identity for fraudulent and illegal use. Please do not try to mess my life, don't play with my health! May God Bless the ones who are ready to health from their free will with no intention for self gain!

Whoever is willing to help me they can contact me on b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk

I have had depression and trauma every since I was 10 years old. It initiated when a guy attempted to rape me. Ever since then my life has been a disaster. I am always on anti depression tablets. I dont have confidence, I am paranoid, scared, afraid. I have nightmares, feel guilty and I hate my character soooooooooo much. I go to doctors all the time but they do not do anything about it apart from repeating the same medication all the time. This doctors are from National Health Service which is free for every citizen of UK. If I had money I would of gonne to a private doctor so maybe they could really help me with some kind of rehabilitations or other measures that would really help me in a long term run and transform my attitude, the way of thinking or something that would rekindle my spirit and make me a normal human being as everyone else.

I have been in university for more then I was supposed to because the trauma and depression has affected me drastically. Now I had to leave university because I can not cope because of my health and I can not even afford to pay it. If I had the opportunity to cure then I would of been able to study aswell as work. I fighted so much in life trying to pretend that I can do things like anyone else and there is nothing wrong with me but in my heart there is sorrow and pain.

Please help, you would make a miracle in my life, it would mean the world to me!!!!!!

Please do not contact me if the purpose is for yourself gain and benefit. I had contact from individuals who wanted to take advantage of my health and use my identity for fraudulent and illegal use. Please do not try to mess my life, don't play with my health! May God Bless the ones who are ready to health from their free will with no intention for self gain!

Whoever is willing to help me they can contact me on b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk

I have had depression and trauma every since I was 10 years old. It initiated when a guy attempted to rape me. Ever since then my life has been a disaster. I am always on anti depression tablets. I dont have confidence, I am paranoid, scared, afraid. I have nightmares, feel guilty and I hate my character soooooooooo much. I go to doctors all the time but they do not do anything about it apart from repeating the same medication all the time. This doctors are from National Health Service which is free for every citizen of UK. If I had money I would of gonne to a private doctor so maybe they could really help me with some kind of rehabilitations or other measures that would really help me in a long term run and transform my attitude, the way of thinking or something that would rekindle my spirit and make me a normal human being as everyone else.

I have been in university for more then I was supposed to because the trauma and depression has affected me drastically. Now I had to leave university because I can not cope because of my health and I can not even afford to pay it. If I had the opportunity to cure then I would of been able to study aswell as work. I fighted so much in life trying to pretend that I can do things like anyone else and there is nothing wrong with me but in my heart there is sorrow and pain.

Please help, you would make a miracle in my life, it would mean the world to me!!!!!!

Please do not contact me if the purpose is for yourself gain and benefit. I had contact from individuals who wanted to take advantage of my health and use my identity for fraudulent and illegal use. Please do not try to mess my life, don't play with my health! May God Bless the ones who are ready to health from their free will with no intention for self gain!

Whoever is willing to help me they can contact me on b.paloja@hotmail.co.uk

Dear All Human Beings, I am SANDEEP from Bangalore, India. I was a business man and i had a huge dreams of improving my business and becoming a successful & wealthy entrepreneur, But my fate took me into deep debt by failing all my ideas. Now my parents, my wife and my friends and relatives all are scolding me and no one is ready to help me. At times i had helped every one even if i dont have money. I used to help them by pledging my gold.One of my cousin took an amount of 5000$ from me and he is now unable to return back. I have used my credit cards to meet my monthly commitments and now unable to pay the dues. I have to pay a total of 1200$ to clear the dues. So i wish you people to help me out by donating me as much as possible starting from 1$ to as much as u can afford to my account. Kindly reply back what ever is your opinion to my email id. I you like to help me out i will send you my paypal account details as i have not yet created PAYPAL account. Hope you people will help me in this regards

Thanks
Sandeep

I am a 65 year old veteran and a cancer survivor. I just need a little help with a car. We have one with 220,000 + miles on it and is ready to be retired. Anything will help.

God Bless

I doubt anybody really ready these. But if there is anyone who does, please help. I have no money. I just started a new job a week ago. I wont get paid for another two weeks and dont have any money for gas, or food, or anything. ANYthing would help. God Bless.

Hi I am a mother and a wife going through an extreme financial crisis with my family. I know this is odd to put on here, and I can't even believe I'm doing this. I am begging and pleading to please deposit a dollar in my paypal account. My husband was working, and he quit to go to another job that seemed great. It was 4 more dollars an hour, the hours were great ect. When he was supposed to start, the "new" job told him, there was no work lined up. Needless to say he was very angry. But he just put on his happy face and kept moving forward. He can't go back to his other job, as they already filled the position. What baffles me, is that this "new" job is the one who called him and said when are you ready to start, we have work lined up. We were so excited, because he waited for like a month and a half to see if he was going to be hired or not. What happened was this new place didn't get the contract they thought they were going to get. They should of never called him unless they were positive they had this contract. If they would of waited, my husband would still have a job.I would hope this wouldn't happen to any of you. This all happened two weeks ago, today... actually. Ever since he was told there was "no work" lined up, he has been up and out everyday looking for a job. Putting applications in online, and setting up interviews. If you have a job, consider yourself very lucky. No matter what, your job is not that bad. At least if you have one, if you do. We have 3 children, and I am scared to death. We have passed due bills, the mortgage, etc. I can get more detailed if you request. He was supposed to start last Monday, the 19th. We live pay check to pay check, not by choice. Unforeseen circumstances put us in the situation that we are in. My husband had, and still has medical problems, and neither of us have health insurance, as many of us Americans don't. He was on disability for a few years, and he requested to be taken off of it, so he could work. He also is not any better, but he took that time to get all his surgeries, that did nothing, except make it worse. Prescriptions are expensive, we have to pick and choose what prescription medications we are going to be able to get. I'm not going to elaborate any further, but if would like to know the whole story, you can email me. I will also provide what evidence I can, so you know that this is not a made up story. I want to thank each and every person, that just took the time to read this, even if you can't help. I know a lot of us have fallen on hard times, I just ask if you could please donate to us, or ask someone that could. If you are able to donate please email, and I will give the email for paypal. I just ask for a dollar, in hopes several people will be able to help us. It's a very scary situation to be in. I hope by reading this, you know in your heart that I am being honest. Please consider a donation to us. I thank you all and have a Blessed night.

I need help asap. I rented a place from a scumbag 2 weeks ago who unknown to me had already sold the home. I went looking for help with this situation through various social services, etc. I was told I needed an eviction notice from the landlord who kept my deposit and won't return it. I have just found out that the supposed landlord doesn't even own the property and is harassing and threatening me to move out. The police have been notified and I obtained legal aid to try to get to the bottom of this. I have found another apartment but because this scumbag will not return my money I need a first month's rent deposit and moving costs of about $600.00. I want to get out of here as soon as possible because the situation with me and this person is really bad and could be very ugly. He comes in my home when ready and has taken things, even the dog's dog food can you believe it. Can someone please help me I don't feel comfortable here and have no place else to go. Anything will help. Thanks!