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I am a single mother of one 7yr old that is more than a gift!! I had to step down from college for a little while when I got pregnant to earn money. I cant afford it as long as im trying to save my home. I have went through health issues, lost my job, depression, struggles and a lot of spirit breaking situations, but surprisingly im still standing and fighting! This house was the only house that I have ever known as well as my son. I bought the house from my parents when they were going through a divorce that forced the hand of them selling the house so in an effort to save my best memories and something thats been in the family since '82 I took the responsibility. I've been trying to fight against the odds my whole life so in my last effort against defeat I've came here to try and save my home!! I have court on Thursday to find out how much time I have before they completely forclose, but if anybody and I mean anybody out there can help please!!!! Every dollar counts because I have no where to turn and I need approximately $10,000 to save my home!! I dont know how much fight I have left in me and im trying to keep strong in front of my son since we have nowhere to go or no help!! Pride aside thanks in advance for anything that u can give and I will humble myself dramatically to protect my son. I just found a new job and praying its not too late!!

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

we are a family of two, and we could use your help. It's not always easy to ask someone to take on your responsibility, but a sad loss has left me and my little guy needing a little extra. If you can spare donation for our little family we would really appreciate it! Thanks to the kind souls willing to help.

I lost my job over three years ago. After hundreds of attempts (still ongoing) of applying for jobs, no luck. I had to cash in my retirement. All those years of work saving for my retirement are almost gone and no money coming in. Single female. Please help. Any amount would help. I pray but I understand this is my responsibility. If someone is out there, this is no scam. I can prove my situation. Please, please, please someone help me. You see the people on the street corners and never thought it could be you. In essence it could be any of us. Please help. I just need more time until they start hiring educators again. Please dear Lord help me with my situation. Please someone out there help. You will be in my prayers every night for the rest of my life. Please!

I didnt know these type of websites existed until today. I'm not good at asking for help and to be honest, I don't really feel that great about doing this, but at this point, I don't really know what else to do. And now, my story: I am a thirty year old single mother of a nine year old little boy, who both works and goes to school full-time. Last semester I was denied financial aid due to the fact that my completion rate was not satisfactory. Taking a semester off was not going to do me any good, so I paid for my classes out of pocket. I knew it was going to be tough and thought that I would be ok. Well, I was very wrong. Life gets messy and complicated and never really works out the way we plan. My car needed work, my son needed glasses, he got pink eye and we both got strep throat. I also just started a new job and dont have insurance (I couldnt afford the $400.00/month COBRA payment from my previous employer). Everything just kind of seemed to happen at once and I fell behind in every financial aspect. In an attempt to recover from this, I reluctantly got a Payday Loan. Well..if any of you have ever done this, you know what a evil perputal cycle it becomes. I got loans to cover bills, and then got loans to cover loans..and now, I'm drowning in them! I have six at this moment all for varying amounts, my checking is negative and I am still behind on half of my bills. I dont feel like there is an end to this. I would get another job if I could, but with work, school and my son, I barely have time to sleep. I dont get child support as my sons father aquired a nasty meth addiction and ended up in prison and my family is struggling almost as badly as I am right now. I take responsibility for my bad choices and I'm not asking someone to completley bail me out. I won't even tell you how much my debt actually is. I just need a little help here..thats all. Thanks!

First of all, I want to thank you for taking the time out of your day to
read this. You don't even have to do that, but you are, and I really
appreciate that. Let me also tell you that I take responsibility for

everything that has happened to me. You see, I'm a college student, and like
many college sophomore's, I get into a lot of situations that get me into a

heat of water. Unfortunately, all these situations happened to happen all
that thee same time. It started last thursday. My roomate was having a
little party at our apartment. The music was loud which resulted in the

police getting called over. We were given a noise violation for $142. The
very next morning, I was running late for class, so I took my car on campus.
I was in such a rush that I didn't realize that I parked in a no parking

zone. It was only a 50 minute class, but by the time I got back, I got to
witness them towing my car away. That came out to be $150 and $5 is added

everyday, so at the day of this writing, I need $170 to get my car out of
the impound. I also have a $425 rent that I have to pay before the 15th or I
will evicted. I would go to my parents, but my mom is on her last

unemployment checks, and the company that my dad works for is in a legal
dispute, and for some reason they are witholding their employees checks.
I've have tried every option I could think of. I went to friends, but
college students don't have much as it is. I went to my financial aid

counselor, but they said it was too late in the year to pull out any loans
or anything. I have no job, so I can't get a payday loan. I believe that
this could be my last option, but God allowed me to find this site for a
reason. Once again I appreciate the time you took to read this, and I hope
that you can help.

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

I am asking for a minute of your time to please read and consider this. I live at home with my mother, my step father suffered a stroke in 2009, leaving him bedridden and with a feeding tube. His left side was completely paralyzed and he requires 24/7 assistance. My mother no longer is able to work because he requires to be feed every three hours though a feeding tube. The only income being brought to the household is his retirement check and what I bring in, which isn't a lot with a part time job and school. We have a lot of expenses which include, his meds, diapers, monthly hospital bed rental, and the specially formulated milk that is ordered monthly. Also, he does not get disability...And on top of that there is food, water and electricity bills, etc. It is a very hard time in our life and it would be so greatly appreciated if ANY amount of money was donated to help us out. I'm sure some of you can relate, maybe you've dealt with a sick family member, or through a tough financial crisis. I can not tell you how stressful it is for me, I am a young girl with so much responsibility. And I believe it only builds character and I will be hanging in there.
--If there is anyone out there with a kind and open heart, please, help me out.

Thank you for your time!

Hi,
Whoever you are, thanks for reading this post and if you choose to do so, your donation.

Let me just make my story short and simple. A few months ago, my parent's power was shut off due to a late paid electric bill. Wanting to help my parent's out I willingly shelled out the $1000. Unfortunately, I had an apartment contract that I was unable to cancel and it ironically was the same amount. Since I was unable to pay the apartment complex, I was turned over to a collection agency. Now the bill keeps mounting higher and higher and I'm looking for a job, but so far with no luck. I'm getting married in June and I don't want to burden my fiance with this debt; he really doesn't deserve it as it was my own fault for not paying off my own debt before paying someone else's.

I take full responsibility for the mess I've gotten myself into, but I know with your help I can overcome this and be back on my feet again.

Thank you for your help!

Hi,
I'm in my 30s and in a desperate situation. Although I'm a very proud person, my situation has pushed me to act differently because of my responsibility towards my kids. I'm physically and psychologically unable to work due to my illness, although I'm a smart person. In past 18 years, I have had many surgeries; 12 of them on my spine because of severe scoliosis and 4 on my right hand. I have two lovely daughters, one is 16 who attends secondary school and the other is just a 7 months old baby.
About 4 months ago I found out that my husband suffers from bipolar disorder, after years of putting us through hell. He was hospitalized a few months ago and after he was discharged, in early January he left us with no support and went to another country. I have been struggling with tons of bills for months and now I'm left with everything to deal with as he ran up large amount of debts.
Despite everything that I have to deal with, every single day I'm in constant pain. All the time I feel exhausted from looking after a baby single handed during the day and night. My eldest has fallen behind at school work due to helping me and now her dreams for her future has shattered (she has A-level exams, was hoping to study Psychology at university). In order to function on a daily basis I struggle and need to take heavy painkillers such as morphine which makes me even more tired.I have no family and friends to help me. My mother is in her late 70's and lives in another country with her sister and my father died years ago.
Please help me financially by making any donation to help me clear at least some of my debts. I have no money to eat proper meals and I'm breastfeeding. I'm on a verge of nervous breakdown. In the past if I ever could help anyone I have done. So I'm waiting for karma to work, please help me if you can. I feel under extreme amount of pressure as if I'm taking my last breath.
Thanks for your time and hope for your sincere help.

Hi,
I’m in my 30’s and in a desperate situation. Although I’m a very proud person, my situation has pushed me to act differently because of my responsibility towards my kids. I’m physically and psychologically unable to work due to my illness, although I’m a smart person. In past 18 years, I have had many surgeries; 12 of them on my spine because of severe scoliosis and 4 on my right hand. I have two lovely daughters, one is 16 who attends secondary school and the other is just a 7 months old baby.
About 4 months ago I found out that my husband suffers from bipolar disorder, after years of putting us through hell. He was hospitalized a few months ago and after he was discharged, in early January he left us with no support and went to another country. I have been struggling with tons of bills for months and now I’m left with everything to deal with as he ran up large amount of debts.
Despite everything that I have to deal with, every single day I’m in constant pain. All the time I feel exhausted from looking after a baby single handed during the day and night. My eldest has fallen behind at school work due to helping me and now her dreams for her future has shattered (she has A-level exams, was hoping to study Psychology at university). In order to function on a daily basis I struggle and need to take heavy painkillers such as morphine which makes me even more tired.I have no family and friends to help me. My mother is in her late 70's and lives in another country with her sister and my father died years ago.
Please help me financially by making any donation to help me clear at least some of my debts. I have no money to eat proper meals and I’m breastfeeding. I’m on a verge of nervous breakdown. In the past if I ever could help anyone I have done. So I’m waiting for karma to work, please help me if you can. I feel under extreme amount of pressure as if I’m taking my last breath.
Thanks for your time and hope for your sincere help.

I'm a 31 year old male, oh and my 4 year old kitty. Life has not been easy but I always did my best to keep moving forward. From dealing with childhood abuse to climbing the corporate/social latter and falling.. I've always tried to "handle it" and do everything the right way, all on my own and helping everyone I could in anyway I could along the way.

I've worked very hard and instead of being out there in the world stealing or making babies I can't afford I got a good job, car, and bought my first home at age 20. I'm the kinda friend you know has his own issues and he don't wanna bum you out with them but you can say "Hey James, I can't make my rent, can I borrow this.." or "James my house burned down can I come live wit you?" or "my boyfriend is about to be deported can you buy his old car so we can afford the lawyers?" and my answers are as follows; How much you need?, how long Can you stay + here's $2000 come buy a co-op in my building I'll put in a good word for you, and will it pass inspection?? All this before I was even 25 and these people were older than me! Grown men coming up to my desk at work tell me "I'm hungry" or even just a simple "Feed me" while perched atop my cubicle like a starving pigeon and we'd laugh and joke and sure enough I would buy or bring in something good to eat. I'm the kind of friend that for your birthday from me your most likely to get something we saw in a store window months ago, just to surprise you and make you happy cause it was meaningful to you. Also very kind to those I don't know who seem to be in need, even when we didn't speak the same language, they were drunk and I didn't know if I was walking into trouble.

Somewhere between then and now my life has turned completely upside down. The weight of what I had previously survived (praise God) and what I am now going through don't balance anymore. I lost that home and car and job due to a disability and even though by now you must think me a generally upbeat, diligent, resourceful, praise his name in wrong or right soul I'm lost and I need to rebuild. My entire support system was slowly picked off by my family and close friends life circumstances. I hate telling people how it all happened because to me it sounds like I'm saying I'm cursed and horrible things just keep happening to me. I accept my responsibility for my end and do self checks constantly. Even when thrown into situations far beyond my years, or no one should expect and try to deal with careful thought, civility and grace.

The one last thing I had to hold on to, that was keeping me strong and helping me grow as a person was the love I thought I had but apparently I did not. Lying, fear, cheating, HIV, emotional abuse, sneakiness, poverty, hurt, uncertainty, finding out the person who was the love of your life gave him HIV on purpose but still didn't want him!, cancer and treatments, severely persistent and mental illnesses, self-centeredness, the loss of friends and family acting shady and all that was just my relationship with my EX! So of course me being me for the most part stowed my problems.. "as usual" even if it left me in a bad spot financially, emotionally or physically and I was there! Loving and Supportive even after I was almost attacked. It's a fine line between being a damn fool and doing the right thing, I know but now I'm all on my own. I'm on medicare but the co-pays and deductible are killing me, I can't stay where I am, I'm fat, unhappy and depressed but still thanking God for all the blessing, some time's I feel like asking for more would be an exercise in futility But I'm here. I recently learned that it's ok for me to ask for help. What I'm begging for is to please, please, say a prayer for one another and me! be good to one another and if you could please help me reach my $2,000 goal to a new begining of self sufficiency so I can stop being a broken person and go back to helping others, me and kitty would be forever in your debt and pray for you as well. Amen

please help me i am a single twenty seven year old mother to be with a very small income which is not enough to take care of two! the baby,s father left me because he doesn't want the responsibility. i am from Trinidad and Tobago and i do not have a paypal account. i am in real need right now since i have baby clothes to purchase and very important stuff since i am twenty three weeks.

I have a bank account at the Republic Bank of Trinidad and Tobago, Independence Square Port of Spain.

My Account no. is 150497992131

i really dont know if it might work sending money this way. but again thank you in advance for all ur help and support and please keep us in prayer and for me to get a better job! THANK YOU

I am now totally broke and no longer have the ability to care for my diabetic Mother. We have been surviving on my unemployment benefits while caring for my Mother and trying to find a job and now that my unemployment funds have expired I am on the verge of loosing my home. If it were just myself in this situation I could figure out a way to manage but my Mother is my primary responsibility and Ive run out of resources on what to do. My mother desperately needs shelter a healthy diet, and her medication or she would be hospitalized. I am in desperate need of help, I want to save her and it is only you kind heart people can make this happen. Please Donate for my Mother! Thank You So From The Bottom Of Our Hearts!!!

I am now totally broke and no longer have the ability to care for my diabetic Mother. We have been surviving on my unemployment benefits while I've been caring for my Mother and trying to find employment and now that my unemployment funds have expired I am on the verge of loosing my home. If it were just myself in this situation I could figure out a way to manage but my Mother is my primary responsibility and Ive run out of resources on what to do. My mother desperately needs shelter a healthy diet, and her medication or she would be hospitalized. I am in desperate need of help, I want to save her and it is only you kind heart people can make this happen. Please Donate for my Mother! Thank You So From The Bottom Of Our Hearts!!!

'I am responsible for me.' I haven't fully learned this simple principle (to my shame and surprise). My choices have placed me and my girlfriend in a position where we will be evicted in 8 days. I've previously planted the seeds for a new authentic growth in my life. However, the fruits of my labor won't be realized in time. I don't think I would be begging if I was concerned for just me. I'd rather be homeless. But, I can barely stomach the idea that my bad choices will affect my partner. I promise each donor 2 things: I will help others in need. I will continue to courageously and honestly, re-evaluate my life (and accept FULL responsibility for it). We are in need of $1600 (1 dollar at a time). Thank you to all that have read this. Thank you to all that have shared with us. Finally, thank you to the wonderful soul that has created this website. (Any advice would also be appreciated)

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

I honestly don't know if this will ever find anyone who may help but I'm being optimistic despite the odds. I honestly don't know how to truly explain my situation but to say that I've just been "stuck in a rut" for, let's be honest, over a decade. I don't regret my life, for I know that I've lived it the best way I knew how & with the limited resources that I had available. I also don't regret it because my experiences have made me the person that I am today. I have done everything possible to make sure that my family is safe & healthy. Ultimately, they come first! However all I can say is that I've just been wrapped up in so many unfortunate circumstances that have had many factors that were out of my control, that basically one can conclude that I'm just NOT a lucky person!

Here's some history: Basically when I started college my family lost our home due to my mother's gambling problem. This lead to my father's infidelity which ultimately lead to their divorce (which both my parents made me decide if they were to separate or not). Several months later I found myself pregnant & kicked out of both my parents apartments. During that time I still tried to keep things together by working as many shifts as I could & by going to school during the day. It was hard because I was like a nomad, moving from one friend's house to another. At times I even slept in my car. But then there came a point where my pregnancy became too complicated and I ended up living in the hospital for 2 months before my child was born at 7.5 months. Due to his pre-maturity and the many complications that ensued I decided devoted my life to taking care of him. It worked to some point, where I was able to drop my 3 jobs and obtained a stable one. I was also able to obtain a certificate from university. However, when my father died. I felt the obligation to take on the responsibility of honoring his last wishes. In a sense it aided me to find a type of closure yet in another way it had opened Pandora's box. It was not easy grieving and dealing with my father's side of the family, my mother's side & to add more, my father's girlfriend's side. The funeral, the back taxes owed by my father, my husband loosing his job & my son constantly getting sick... All expenses were on me. To add more "injury" within the span of 9 months I was in a total car wreck, I gave birth to my second child & then I was in a horseback riding accident, that almost paralyzed me. Honestly, what are the chances of going horseback riding for the first time, loosing control & getting thrown off?!

I've really tried my best to deal with things one day at a time & also do it with a smile. But now I find myself dealing with arthritis, kidney problems, crazy medical fees, no job (since the company closed), and bills now reaching almost $60,000. Even as I look at that number now, I honestly feel a sense of nausea...

The only thing I do know is that, I still have a lot in me to give and I've tried, despite it all, to give it back by going back to school to become a licensed nursing practitioner. It may sound crazy & it comes at a very inopportune time (considering that I'm drowning in debt!) but by doing this course, it helps me in so many ways. It calms me... It gives me a sense of purpose, knowing that I may alleviate a person's pain, even in the slightest, which in turn somewhat alleviates mine as well. It also gives me confidence knowing that all the teachers that I have encountered during this course say that they believe in me, in my determination & in my will power to survive & conquer.

So ultimately, I'm asking you this... For your help, to help me help others. Even if you could spare $1.00. One small step, is still a step forward for me. And like I said in the title, despite all the things that I've gone through, I'm still optimistic & I still have a little fight left in me. So please help me fight!

Dear
I am an economic migrant in UK and settled in UK. I have got some loans which I need to pay off. I was doing very well with paying off however recent money squeeze and rising cost of living has ended up me being short of money every month and going to work appears to be a aimless thing.
I need £50,000 to pay off my loan or any amount you feel is affordable to donate. I understand that my story appears to be like many others struggling to live but because I spent lot of money in settling down in a new country and came to the country with no financial help. I do have other responsibility of my parents who are not very well and have to help them financially sometimes and also meet the medical expenses.
I would like to ask for this help and in return I can pay you some money if you wish.

In these hard times, you need more than just life experience to get ahead or even stay afloat. My problem began when I was working full-time at a non-profit agency. I enrolled in a university to finally get a degree and an opportunity for advancement. This of course seems like a good idea, but it didn't turn out that way.

Because I was working full-time I didn't qualify for financial aid so I relied on student loans. After just a single semester and despite getting excellent grades I realized I was getting in over my head financially and would not be able to afford this degree. At that point I was forced to quit my educational pursuit. I knew right away that loans weren't the way to go but without any savings it was the only choice and the advisor really didn't leave me feeling like I had any other options. I made a mistake by accepting the loans and I have been paying for it since then. Er...actually I haven't because I defaulted. Now I owe $4464.50 and climbing every day due to interest. I feel like a terrible failure for allowing this to happen, but I haven't given up.

I know at this stage of my life that a degree is not likely until or unless I can save some money and now working odd jobs and with costs climbing that just isn't possible. Since making this terrible mistake several years ago I found something I excel at which could help me earn a living, and I feel strongly that I can get accepted into the accredited program. The problem is that program costs $2500.00 which I do not have. It also requires a month-long stay in a major city which will cost roughly $900 and a plane ticket which I can surely save for if I should acquire the other funds.

All together I need roughly $8,000.00 to pay off my loan debt and obtain a Cambridge CELTA (Certificate in Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) which would set me up to continue teaching English with credentials students can trust.

I take full responsibility for getting myself into this mess but that's not enough. I have to pay it back in order to fix my credit and start again. I am determined to succeed at the very demanding CELTA course and I will use the knowledge gained to help others succeed as well.

Good day!!

I am a 37 year old mother of two kids, separated.

being alone and taking care of the needs of my kids is not an easy responsibility.

To describe myself ,i stand 5'2", fair complexion,long hair, with average looks.

I' am simple & friendly,..

i am looking for someone who can help me financially.

i am not a woman for hire.I hope to find someone who has a good heart here.
Please call me at 0947-6300880 for faster communication.
if you are not willing to help me financially PLEASE don't waste my time. I am not seeking for txtmate or phonepal here...

Thanks .

Good day!!

I am a 37 year old mother of two kids, separated.

being alone and taking care of the needs of my kids is not an easy responsibility.

To describe myself ,i stand 5'2", fair complexion,long hair, with average looks.

I' am simple & friendly,..

i am looking for someone who can help me financially.

i am not a woman for hire.I hope to find someone who has a good heart here.
Please call me at 0947-6300880 for faster communication.
if you are not willing to help me financially PLEASE don't waste my time. I am not seeking for txtmate or phonepal here...

Thanks .

Good day!!

I am a 37 year old mother of two kids, separated Filipina.

being alone and taking care of the needs of my kids is not an easy responsibility.

To describe myself ,i stand 5'2", fair complexion,long hair, with average looks.

I' am simple & friendly,..)

i am looking for someone who can help me financially.

i am not a woman for hire.I hope to find someone who has a good heart here.
Please call me at 0947-6300880 for faster communication.
if you are not willing to help me financially PLEASE don't waste my time. I am not seeking for txtmate or phonepal here...

Thanks .