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In the North Dallas, Carrollton area in exchange for work

I am looking for a room or even an RV or shed out back that is habitable
with access bathroom and laundry facilities.

For Place to stay I will:
Clean House
Cook Meals
Do Laundry
Maintain Yard (Weeding, weed whacking, lawn mowing)
Wash Outside windows
Bath and Walk Dog
Run Errands

I do have income from a job as an event specialist which I work Thurs, Fri, Sat and Sun 10:30am – 5:30pm.

I do have a 14 year old female altered litter box trained indoor cat.

More information on myself and my situation is available upon request.

STRICTLY PLATONIC NO HANKY PANKY OR NAUGHTY BUSINESS,
NOT LOOKING FOR ANY KIND OF SEXUAL OR ROMANTIC RELATOINSHIP
Just a living arrangement that will provide me the space and time to focus on working my life and my self so I can once again be an independent, productive self supportive individual.

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

Thank you so very much for viewing my post. I am a 21 year old woman that recently became homeless, due to my friends throwing me out.Both parents have passed away and I am an only child. I came to VA to start a new life from my home town of Austin Texas yet it seems its getting worst. I am actually in the library writing this. I was staying with my girlfriend but her boyfriend wanted to do sexual activities with me, I said no and they threw me out. I been on the street for 2 weeks now, washing up in gas stations and sleeping where I can find shelter (hospital, old building & lots). Picking out of garbage to eat and going to local soup kitchens. Please I am asking for any type of help to get me off the streets. I went to the local shelters here but so over crowded, they turned me away. Please I beg for any help. Please. I just want to stop sleeping on the streets. Thank you and God bless.

Thank you so very much for viewing my post. I am a 21 year old woman that recently became homeless, due to my friends throwing me out.Both parents have passed away and I am an only child. I came to VA to start a new life from my home town of Austin Texas yet it seems its getting worst. I am actually in the library writing this. I was staying with my girlfriend but her boyfriend wanted to do sexual activities with me, I said no and they threw me out. I been on the street for 2 weeks now, washing up in gas stations and sleeping where I can find shelter (hospital, old building & lots). Picking out of garbage to eat and going to local soup kitchens. Please I am asking for any type of help to get me off the streets. I went to the local shelters here but so over crowded, they turned me away. Please I beg for any help. Please. I just want to stop sleeping on the streets. Thank you and God bless.

Thank you so very much for viewing my post. I am a 21 year old woman that recently became homeless, due to my friends throwing me out.Both parents have passed away and I am an only child. I came to VA to start a new life from my home town of Austin Texas yet it seems its getting worst. I am actually in the library writing this. I was staying with my girlfriend but her boyfriend wanted to do sexual activities with me, I said no and they threw me out. I been on the street for 2 weeks now, washing up in gas stations and sleeping where I can find shelter (hospital, old building & lots). Picking out of garbage to eat and going to local soup kitchens. Please I am asking for any type of help to get me off the streets. I went to the local shelters here but so over crowded, they turned me away. Please I beg for any help. Please. I just want to stop sleeping on the streets. Thank you and God bless.

roughly 6 months ago I lost my job and since then I’ve applied for at least a 1000 jobs , Stuff I’m qualified for , Stuff a monkey could do in his sleep and in them 1000 jobs I’ve had 3 interviews. Then I started having problems sleeping. So anyway I pop off to the doc’s, hoping that she will just inject me with some sort of horse tranquiliser but instead she prescribes me anti – depressant pills. So not only am I jobless, I’m also a mental case. Oh and to top it off I don’t qualify for any benefits, So the money I’ve worked so hard to save for the last few years is gradually disappearing paying my rent. So all in all – Good Times.


So I thought i'd try here as by the looks of it in a few month’s time me and my dog will be living on a high street near you. Me with holes in my shoes and him with a shoe string as a lead, Which by this time I would have got a taste for cheap cider and there will be no way back for me. I’ll earn my money by performing sexual favours for old men and eventually I will die of aids, Lonely, Ashamed And Full Of Aids.

So please help keep a roof over me and my dogs head.

Plus i dont like guys or cheap cider.So the whole outcome does nothing for me on a personal level.

So in the weak hope anyone can help keep a roof over my head for a little bit longer until , HOPEFULLY, I can find a job.

If not see you on a high street soon.

I am a proud owner of 3 lovely ferrets. Unfortunately one of my ferrets is getting up there in age and has acquired adrenal disease which becomes quite common in older ferrets. His name is Kumo (Cloud in Japanese), he's the white one in the picture. In order to make him healthy again, I have to come up with $2,000 dollars to get the surgery to have his adrenal glands removed. Adrenal disease in ferrets is an over production of hormones creating a huge chemical imbalance in ferrets. Symptoms include excessive itching, hair loss, sexual aggressive behavior, swelling of the vulva or prostate which in turn makes the animal unable to pass urine, and death if no treatment is sought out in a few months. My ferret Kumo is going through all of this right now and I need to have this surgery for him or he will die before his time. Any donation is helpful. Thank you

hello
i founded a non profit corp, for a spiritual camp for the lgbt community. the corporation was set up to raise money for a two fold purpose. one, to find a property to purchase for a spiritual camp for the lgbt community, and also to have a place for lgbt youth who are homeless. either due to running away from home from a sence of loss or because they were thrown out for their sexual orientation.
too many youth feel lost, alone ,un wanted because they are lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, or transgender.
so please help reach out to these children, and young people , so they can hopefully be gotten off the streets. if we only reach one, we have succeeded in a small way. and one may become more who are helped. contact me for info on where to send help or try the paypal acct. hopefully it is set up properly.
thank you
on behalf of pagan house inc.
revdrfaust

I desperately need rent money soon.. My roommate died a month or so ago and I'm stuck with the full rent and on top of my medical bills I cannot afford to pay 650 a month right now!! Please help! I'm a musician and trying to make it in this big world.. Luck doesn't seem to be on my side. I'm trying hard. Help me please. I'm even considering doing sexual favors for cash.. I don't want to be THAT desperate.. But in a couple days I may have to. Please help a guy who would help ANYONE out. I'm the guy who stops for the homeless and gives what little money I have. Thank you for your time.

I desperately need rent money soon.. My roommate died a month or so ago and I'm stuck with the full rent and on top of my medical bills I cannot afford to pay 650 a month right now!! Please help! I'm a musician and trying to make it in this big world.. Luck doesn't seem to be on my side. I'm trying hard. Help me please. I'm even considering doing sexual favors for cash.. I don't want to be THAT desperate.. But in a couple days I may have to. Please help a guy who would help ANYONE out. I'm the guy who stops for the homeless and gives what little money I have. Thank you for your time.
Nick

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

My name is Tammy, I have a daughter at home and twins on the way. We use to live in a community for women and children only that were involved in sexual/physical abuse. My daughter was sexually abused by 3 men. We lived there for 8yrs and when I thought I was stable enough to move on we moved out! My 23yr old son passed away on Jan 7, 2011 after suffering for 2 long yrs and my 21yr old daughter just got back from Iraq and is looking for a place. The father of my twins, well lets just say he was a mistake. I am unemployed and looking for work, but I am also a high risk pregnancy and many dont want to hire because of that. We are going to be homeless on the 23rd of Dec, 2011 and our electric to be turned off also. I am so desperate and beg for someone to help my family. The total I need to come up with to pay the bills is $1149.00 and thats all late charges, rent and past rent, and the utilities. In the Name of Jesus, I ASK; SEEK; and KNOCK, so the doors shall be open!! God Bless All Who Open Their Hearts To Help My Family!!

hi, iam a 26 yr old female. Iam from northern ireland. I find this rather difficult as for my young years i have already came threw alot of trauma. I have been subject to mental physical and sexual abuse as a child. My partner left me after we both lost our jobs and in turn lost our house that wdd owned. Anyhow having came threw alot in my life i want to give back to those in need. I have began a counselling course to become a counsellor. I managed to get enough money gathered up to pay deposit to start the course however 1st Nov I have to pay next intallment which I haven't got I have applied for student finance but got turned down. Iam a single mother of one I am not working as trying to get a fulltime job is so tough. If anyone could find it in their heart to help me persist my training for a career I would be so grateful. £2500 would pay for my whole course, this is a lot of money I realise however any amount that people could manage would go a great way to helping. Thanyou. I have paypal my email is bluesnowflake03@yahoo.co.uk

Hello, I dont know if this works and people actually donate or not but im willing to try. I am a 34 year old single female who is alcohol dependant and suffering from depression and dissociation. I contemplate suicide daily as im in so much poverty and cant afford the help I need to get well. I long for the help of a pyschiatrist to help me but havent the money to pay for it. I am constantly struggling to pay for food and electric and am behind on my rent. I have to live on £60.00 a week and find it unbearable. would love some money so I could have some joy back in my life and be able to pay for the help I need. I doubt anyone will donate but just expressing my sadness helps. I feel completely lost like im living in a bad dream that I cannot wake up from. Im haunted nightly by horrific sexual abuse dreams and feel totally alone in this world. My dream was to become a writer one day but my sickness has taken over so much of my life that even getting washed is a struggle for me now. sometimes id like to sleep forever as my world is to difficult to live in. Any donations or help would be greatly appreciated.
Kind Regards
Nicola

Please help me with donations to get away from my husband. For over 6 years now I have suffered and not been able to get away due to being morbid obese. He has two other women who live in our place, both who are his sexual girlfriends. I stay in my room all the time unless to go to the bathroom due to a fear of being around people. I have tried saving up money and selling what few items he has allowed me to have but he always takes the money and buys himself and his girlfriends things. He is denying me to have bank account of my own but with this hidden paypal account I can still save money to save up to get my own place once I get some help from doctors I am to see, or so I hope. I'm scared to live here, I know he wants me dead, he has even tried to talk me into killing my self once. I can hardly get around and I'm scared of the world but I don't want to be here anymore.

As I lie here, flat on my back, with the laptop perched on top of me, unable to move. It has been like this for 3 days now, my lower back is in suck agonising pain, the first 2 days was worse, I could not stand up, or walk at all, confined to lying on the floor for 24 hours, and painkillers.

Yesterday I decided to try lying on the sofa, that worked better, the painkillers left me with nausea, diarrhoea, and feeling very sick but at least I had relief from pain for a little while.

The house is in terrible mess, kitchen dishes everywhere, wish I could move around and do my housework, I wish I could sit up and eat, and not have to be bent over on my hands and knees or flat on my back trying to eat.

I wonder what the best thing to do is, do I go to the doctor, or the physiotherapist? How will I get there? How can I pay for it, there is only $2 in my bank account, until my sickness benefit get paid in 3 days time, can I manage to work around to free up some funds for this emergency medical need.

I wrote out a grocery list, 9 items, total cost $49.00; I work out my budget for next week:
Income: Sickness Benefit - $260.00
Outgoings:
Rent $260 can only pay $160
Phone $10.00
Internet $12.00
Power $15.00
Transport $20.00
Therapist $40.00

Total: $257.00

I realised I cannot afford them, will have to ask for food grant if I want to get groceries, I need to find a cheaper place to live, but can’t find anywhere within city Region, have to look further out, to the rural areas for anything under $200 per week.

I also need to find a part time job, but my searches and applications have not been successful so far, no one wants to hire someone with Osteoarthritis, and depression.

All day I search the internet for some idea, some open door somewhere, to start my own business, or find some work for a few hours a week, that would give me a chance to break out of the current situation, to change my life, to make a fresh start.

Lying here unable to do much, my mind starts thinking, thinking and more thinking, I reflect on my life, I take stock of where I am now, how I got here and where I want to be. I am living in a substandard rental home that I cannot afford the rent for, on a sickness benefit, in therapy to deal with 15 years of childhood sexual and physical abuse.

15 years of beatings and torture has left me physically, emotionally and psychologically scarred.

The psychologist is helping me to deal with the emotional and psychological, the painkillers sometimes helps with the pain of the physical, but the scars and injuries are always there.
I don’t want to live in this state, I want to break free, make a new start, but how?

I cannot work as a Computer support analyst or a caterer anymore, because the osteoarthritis diminishes my ability to cope with physical work and movements for long. I have tried finding part time work, just a few hours a week, but there are not many jobs out there, and when I do apply for any, they do not want me.

If only I could get my driver’s licence, a little place I could afford the rent for, and a little car, and retrain, I could get back to work and change my life, get a second chance at a normal life…that is all I ask.

What I need to change my life

Re-training = $4,000.00
Driver Licence = $600.00
Car = $2,000.00
Moving costs $1100.00
Business start = $7,000.00

Total $14700.00

I don’t drink, smoke, or go out, I don’t go to café’s or buy coffees or cans of coke. My only outgoings are the basic necessities of life, one day I would love to be able to do these things, but now my goal is to get to a better place, higher place, out of the gutter that I am in, and start feeling like human again, to feel worthy of life.

This is as bad as it gets for me, I hate begging and I dont want to be a burden on society but i'm at my breaking point. 4 years ago out of high school I started working at Wal-mart, I started as a grocery stocker and made my way up to be a team lead as a truck unloader and supervisor. Things were great until last october when I witnessed a fellow employee being sexually harassed by someone underneath me. We filled a sexual harassment report with the managers but they blew us off. Since they refused to do anything to the kid he kept it up and then started underminding me as a supervisor because he knew he was getting away with it. I was told I needed to just "do the job" by another manager and the girl eventually quit after the kid assaulted her and tried to force himself on her in the parking lot. I was demoted and given the really bad jobs because of my "failure to supervise", then myself was picked on by the managers who used me as the scape goat. We tried talking to a lawyer but the case wasnt very good and would cost us too much. After months of being tormented and letting the kid crawl under my skin for the last time, I went to the office and told them I cant work for a company that endorses sexual harassment and sexual predators to work for them. I quit and regretfully didnt stay the two final weeks of the notice.

Since then I have been black listed by them when it comes to applying for other jobs. My room mate and only friend who lives around here, also worked with me and quit at the same time as me for the same reason. We both ended up having to terminate our lease in april after selling everything we owned other than our clothes, cars, my grill and a few necessities. I have no family to move back to, my parents are non-existant. I have lived out of my car and at a rest stop nearby for a good 4 months. I'm down to my last $5 due to last night my brake cables and brake fluid lines rotted out in my car from the terrible salting from the harsh winters. I finally have a job starting but I cant afford to get my car repaired now and that is going to compromise everything. I'm so worried about what I will do, the job pays bi-weekly and my first pay check wont be for 3 weeks after starting. Getting my car fixed means everything to me right now. Without it I am stranded. I bought the parts already but the service and labor fees are what is killing me the most. It will run about $200-300's.

Again I hate to beg, I feel so horrible even considering it, it feels so beneath me. I've always been the kind of person to donate and stick up for the people who are hard up, but now that I am in this position I dont know who to turn to. I'd be eternally grateful and will try to find some way to make it up if I can. God bless you all and may you never be put in this horrible situation. I would never wish it upon anyone :(

Love and hope to everyone

- Scott

I need to change my life. It's just not a good thing, living with your parents in your 30s, but its hard for me to even apply for a job because I've always had anxiety issues. One of the reasons for the anxiety is that I have a droopy eyelid and to correct it, the surgery costs anywhere from $2500 to $5000.

I also probably need a lot of psychotherapy because the same negativity that held me back didn't keep Thom Yorke or Forest Whitaker from persuing things. Granted, in my mind, their eyelids aren't nearly as droopy as mine but I can still see out of the eye with the droopy eyelid, so its pretty much all in my head. Knowing that doesn't really help though.

This horrible self-image issue that I have has very much been a damaging thing in my life, as it may have been part of the reason I dropped out of high school. I say may have because there were so many reasons, most of which could probably be traced back to decisions I made that were influenced by my own perceptions about myself.

What I'm making reference to is, when I was about 11, a girl around the same age as me was sexually aggressive and being a male, you're supposed to see this as a gift but I was terrified the first time it happened but it continued to happen because I thought this was the only person that would ever be interested in me, so I just went along with what she wanted. What she wanted was foreplay and sex and no kissing. It wasn't stated, we never talked about anything, but whenever I tried to kiss her on the lips, she wouldn't kiss me back, which is as creepy as it sounds and would just remind me that this wasn't a loving, caring relationship although I could've gathered that from the way she treated me when we weren't involved in sexual activities, it was just so depressing and it lasted for 4 years.

I had absolutely no control over my emotions and I was just constantly looking for outlets for my confusion, fear and anger which manifested itself in various personalities. I'm not talking actual multiple personality disorder, just that I'd pretend to be these things that weren't me like a gangsta rapper or satanic metalhead, whatever would help me release what I needed to release at the time, in the narrow little box that was that cliche and none of it helped because none of it was truely me. The problem was that different people knew me as different things and I was stuck in those boxes as that person to those people and being in the persona of, say, a gangsta rapper can get you in trouble and I ended up in some scary situations. Playing pretend isn't advisable when no one else is playing.

Anyway, as I've gotten older, I've found better, more appropriate creative outlets and the occasional bit of meditation has balanced me out more, so I'm a little less all over the place but some of the negative self-image is still there and it would be nice to have one less excuse for my anxiety to act up over.

S.A.F.E. Network is in our 13th year of protecting children and teens against sexual predators. We are currently working in over 40 states, protecting thousands of children across the country. Our personal protection topics include, Home Alone Safety, Bully Prevention, Sex Abuse Prevention, New Parent & Teen Parent Education, Teen Dating Safety and more.

We educate kids and teens on the tricks and lures that predators use to gain access to and maintain control of them. We provide staff training and curriculum to groups that work with kids and teens. We empower parents and youth with what they need to know to stay safe from anyone who wishes to harm them.

The economy has dramatically affected 98% of our client base which includes the military, Native Americans, Foster Agencies, and other such child advocate agencies because they depend on Federal funds. The current situation in Washington has put all spending on hold with all of these agencies.

WE KNOW WE ARE MAKING A DIFFERENCE. We have been called many times over the years by agency directors sharing how some child was saved from abductions or abuse by remembering and using the skills they learned through our programs. WE NEED YOUR HELP. Funding is currently at a standstill. WE DO NOT AND HAVE NEVER RECEIVE FEDERAL OR STATE FUNDS. All of our funds are derived from the purchase of our programs. Our staff, child and teen and parent trainings are all free services, which right now we can no longer provide. NO DONATION IS TOO SMALL, ANY AND EVERYTHING DONATED WILL HELP US TO KEEP PROVIDING OUR SERVICES.

BY GOING TO OUR WEBSITE OR THROUGH PAYPAL YOU CAN DONATE OR PURCHASE ITEMS THAT WILL WORK FOR YOUR FAMILY OR GROUP. PLEASE HELP US KEEP HELPING TO KEEP OUR CHILDREN AND TEENS SAFE FROM SEXUAL ABUSE, ABDUCTION AND EXPLOITATION.

On December 16th 2010 I was robbed by a female whom I did not know. When she was caught with my vehicle, wallet and other personal effects she claimed that I had held her at gun point, asked her to perform sexual acts and got her drunk. To make things worse she is a 16 year old Mexican high school student who has everyone fooled and on her side.

The funny thing is…..if this were all true, why didn’t she contact the police; Tell someone…her friends, family, at least mom and dad? It was a domestic dispute at her home between her and her mother about my vehicle that lead the police to be called. Then the story came to life! Why didn’t I call the police myself?? I believe that I was drugged.

My family (5 children), reputation and life all hang in the balance. I am in desperate need of a GREAT criminal defense attorney which I have found. The problem is….my ex-wife (after being married for 23 years) took my 401K’s, the checking and savings account and left me with credit card debt, child support etc. The attorney I have found has estimated a total of 60K for the entire case with a 25K retainer!

I will work off the money, repay it….whatever it takes. I am a former Air Force man with a college education that could be a solid performer in any organization……in any capacity.

I just want my life back and I am not financially in a position to defend myself. HELP me please!

I found a business you pay 39.95 a month for membership. No start up fees. If do as business it is 39.95 if want to be customer is 29.95. I would like to do as a business. I need to make some money and thought would be fast way to do so. It includes Videos, Chat, Dating, Strip Poker, Sexual Health Guides, Women’s Lingerie & Shoes & Shoes, Novelty & Toy Store, Discount Travel, Concert Tickets, and much more...also video on demand. I would think in 1 or 2 months would be making money. Also would like to hear from people who would like to join.

I need $1.00
I’m not here to beg for money to pay off my credit cards or to pay off my mortgage or even buy myself a new car. No, im asking for your support for a very different reason. Let me explain.

During the 90’s there was a war in Europe, the Bosnian war. I was working in London at the outbreak of the conflict and, like most other people, didn’t pay too much attention to the conflict. However, after getting home one night from work i switched on the TV to watch the evening news. (BBC) The lead story was of a very young girl beIng held down on an operating table by three nurses while a doctor pulled shrapnel from her body without anaesthesia. That one news report changed my life forever, I was horrified and very upset to say the least. 3 days later i am in Split (Croatia) trying to find a safe way into the think of the conflict area’s to see how i could help. To cut a 4 year long story short i managed to save many thousands of Bosnian lives regardless of ethnicity. I stood up against the war lords when evacuating wonded women and children, successfully begged the assistance of UNHCR to supply me with safe houses in Croatia, to house the women and children i sneaked across the border before i could find the funds to evacuate them, found an abandoned air strip that very rich donators flew aircraft into to evacuate seriously wounded children in need of urgent medical treatment. I was arrested twice by various warlords and locked up in makeshift Prisons. (i broke out) The list of things i did in the name of humanity is endless. I always worked alone without the protection of any organisation.

You may think (as most do) that my story is very far fetched. However, Micheal Nicolson OBE, chief War correspondent for ITN news, Dan Damion Sky News, Bianca Jagger, King Constantine ll of Greece were all donators of the day. They paid for all the secret aircrafts into Bosnia .

Why do i want your money now?

I recently had the good fortune of spending some time in Zimbabwe. Not in the cities but in the very poor outback regions. The lasting impression that that experience has had on me has once again moved me to tears and has left me numb. Very young Children have no food (and i mean no food) children are forced to perform sexual favours for food, children as young as 6 are turned away from school for the lack of $1 per term, there is no clean water.. the list goes on and on.

How do i know every penny of my Dollar will be spent at a grass roots level?

The one thing people always want to know is how their Dollar will be spent. A great way of donators to understand exactly how there hard earn money is being spent is by pictures and photographs. A facebook page will be set up with daily uploads, updates, news, and achievements. Facebook also gives donators the opportunity to ask questions and interact with the very people they are helping to survive on a day to day basis. Children will have the opportunity to thank donators personally for their education payments, psychologists ( for the children’s sexual abuse trauma) will leave daily updates so donators are able to ask questions and interact. You will also be able to leave messages to teachers.

So there it is.. $1.00 can make a big difference in a world without hope.

Thank you for reading and i hope you will consider parting with just $1.00 to bring some happiness into the lives of the unfortunate. If you would like to know more you can email me at kev.bird@yahoo.co.uk

Hello, My name is Ryan. I am 19 years old and up until this day I have never asked or begged for anything in my life. I am a homeless youth who for 18 years had been mentally and physically abused by my parents. I was kicked out of my house for the millionth time last december and this time never went back. I raised myself, and through reseasrch, scholarships, and guidance by teachers I have managed to travel the world in service to those like me and with even less than I have. For the rest of my days I want to devote myself to therapy and rehabilitation for children suffering from abuse, slavery and sexual exploitation around the world. I want to be a public servant. All I want is to give. Although my parents do not claim me or care for me I will not be able to get government grants for school, nor do I have credit or money to pay my $40,000 tuition this year. I am a straight A student and I have a low paying nanny job which has allowed me to save a meager $1000. Please, please, please from the deep of my soul, please help me go to school. I have managed to make it this far and all I need is a small step up. I would give anything to be in school, and more importantly I think I deserve this chance. Thank you and God bless you.

My wife and I are in desperate need of help.I have a very rare spinal cord dissorder.My S.S. dissability has been in litigation for almost three years.I cannot work.My wife is a nurse,she lost her job two months ago,due to filling a compaint of sexual harassment on a Dr. We are two months behind on mortgage,two months on electric,and one month on two car payments.We need help.There are alot of folks in need for many reasons.If you feel moved to help,anything anyone could do would be greatly appreciated. God bless you all.

we are out of our home because no electric it 1050 to get back on ihad a renter come find out he had a pass record and served time out before jessica landsford act of sexual pred i couldnt get him out so i had them turn eletric off told dcs now were living with my senior parents because they want deposit and bill to turn back on i cant find help no wherecant stay here for long no children or more then two weeks had place my child with father temporay my daughter has downs i have chf id even make payments back to you from my disabilty ck after i got back in