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

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

Please help me pay for my grandfather's medical bills. He had a heart attack and was confined in the ICU for a 3 days now. His doctor said that he is still unstable would still need to stay in the ICU for further monitoring but the fee in ICU would cost us at least $500 a day plus the doctor's fee, and the medications it would cost us probably around $5000 for just a week in the hospital. We don't have that kind of money. We don't have medical insurances, we live in the Philippines and all of the medical expenses our shouldered by us, we don't have that much government assistance when it comes to hospitalization.

My mother is the only one that supports us all, I am still a college student and this is the only way I could think of to help. You see I am the only grand daughter, my father abandoned us when I was young and grandfather is the one that stood as a father figure to me and I love him so much and I do not want to lose him

Please we are really desperate. Your donation can really help us in our life.

I have never done anything like this in my life before but times are hard and if it helps get my daughter her dream i am willing to give it a go. I am a 44 year old single disabled mum of the most beautiful 2 daughters. emma-louise who is 17 and sarah who is 16. I have numerous health problems one being cause by my ex over ten years ago hurting me so bad i ended up in a wheelchair for over a year. I am no longer in a wheelchair but struggle with daily pain. I have many other ailments but this isn't about me. My girls have had a lot to contend with i am ashamed to say i tried to commit suicide a few time over the last 6 years because of numerous problems i stupidly believed that my girls would be better off without me. However we pulled through together they both left school with amazing results 14 and 16 gcse,s respectively. I did my best throughout everything to make sure they did well at school. Then tragedy struck our family. My dad came to stay with me as he had become ill only 2 weeks earlier he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer my girls went to a firework display with there dad i went to take my dad his favorite fish and chips i walked in the room and he had died i stood on the spot for what seemed like an eternity and was saying out loud omg omg omg. My girls new as soon as they walked in the door an were hysterical they loved there granddad an amazing musician. we arranged the funeral his jazz band were to be there me and my eldest brother ken and my dad were called the 3 amigos we were so close but my brother who was only 44 had been ill as well. it was the 5th of november 2007 that my dad died his funeral was to be for the following monday. Then early friday morning the 9th of november my phone rang it was my mum my brother had died in his sleep to say we were devestated is an understatement. we had to cancel my dads funeral and held a joint service for them both. our lives have never been the same. my eldest daughter emma has been offered a place at university but as a single disabled mum there is no way i can pay for her. she really wants to be a fashion designer and has made some amazing items a university has seen her potential but i cannot nearlly afford the fees etc. I would ask for anything at all pennies would even help. Emma has made a amazing dress photos can be sent and some non wearable items which are also amazing that she is prepared to autcion to help. also if anyone would like to read what our local paper reported please go to the following link http://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/local/family_struck_by_double_tragedy_1_422364 i know there are many many people in a worse position than us but at the moment i am even struggling to pay our rent and utility bills in fact our rent is due in a week and i dont have it now. please if anyone could help it would be amazing but if not thank you for reading my plea yours sincerely simone wood

I have never done anything like this in my life before but times are hard and if it helps get my daughter her dream i am willing to give it a go. I am a 44 year old single disabled mum of the most beautiful 2 daughters. emma-louise who is 17 and sarah who is 16. I have numerous health problems one being cause by my ex over ten years ago hurting me so bad i ended up in a wheelchair for over a year. I am no longer in a wheelchair but struggle with daily pain. I have many other ailments but this isn't about me. My girls have had a lot to contend with i am ashamed to say i tried to commit suicide a few time over the last 6 years because of numerous problems i stupidly believed that my girls would be better off without me. However we pulled through together they both left school with amazing results 14 and 16 gcse,s respectively. I did my best throughout everything to make sure they did well at school. Then tragedy struck our family. My dad came to stay with me as he had become ill only 2 weeks earlier he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer my girls went to a firework display with there dad i went to take my dad his favorite fish and chips i walked in the room and he had died i stood on the spot for what seemed like an eternity and was saying out loud omg omg omg. My girls new as soon as they walked in the door an were hysterical they loved there granddad an amazing musician. we arranged the funeral his jazz band were to be there me and my eldest brother ken and my dad were called the 3 amigos we were so close but my brother who was only 44 had been ill as well. it was the 5th of november 2007 that my dad died his funeral was to be for the following monday. Then early friday morning the 9th of november my phone rang it was my mum my brother had died in his sleep to say we were devestated is an understatement. we had to cancel my dads funeral and held a joint service for them both. our lives have never been the same. my eldest daughter emma has been offered a place at university but as a single disabled mum there is no way i can pay for her. she really wants to be a fashion designer and has made some amazing items a university has seen her potential but i cannot nearlly afford the fees etc. I would ask for anything at all pennies would even help. Emma has made a amazing dress photos can be sent and some non wearable items which are also amazing that she is prepared to autcion to help. also if anyone would like to read what our local paper reported please go to the following link http://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/local/family_struck_by_double_tragedy_1_422364 i know there are many many people in a worse position than us but at the moment i am even struggling to pay our rent and utility bills in fact our rent is due in a week and i dont have it now. please if anyone could help it would be amazing but if not thank you for reading my plea yours sincerely simone wood

I am 32 years old and I lost my father a few years ago. My father suffered very badly in his last years due to Hypertension and Diabetes. As I stood watching them bury my father all I could think of is that could be me. I was morbidly over weight. I had no education and my life was falling apart and like my father I had married a women that cared deeply for me but was coming to resent me for not making improvements in my life. I swore to myself I would not end up like that. That was 3 years ago, since then I have started school and will finish December of next year. I have a good job and bought a home for my wife and I. I work hard to insure that I am a good husband.
The only problem I have not been able to overcome is my weight. I have done diets, weight loss pills, I work out 5 days a week for 45min, and I count calories. But my weight is more or less the same. I lose 10 I gain 15. Right now I am 5 foot 6 inches and I am 297 pounds. My wife is a breath taking woman. She is smart, caring, and beautiful. We want children but she will not even think about it unless I lose weight. I love her and just want her to be attracted to me. I just don’t want to end up like my dad.
My doctor told me 2 weeks ago I need to really consider doing a weight loss surgery. My wife and I have worked to get $9000 together. We have sold a lot our belongings because our insurance will not cover the surgery. We just need $4000 more to be able to afford it. I am asking for help not just because I want to lose weight but because I want to be a better person. I want to hike the Appalachian Trail. I want to run a marathon. I want to be a father. I want to keep my marriage from falling part because I am over weight.

Thanks you.

There is no easy way to tell this story. I know that this letter is long and I wish it were a simple matter, but it is not. 3 days after my husband and I lost our home to foreclosure, I lost my husband of almost 16 years to suicide.

Joe and I bought our home in 1999. We had rented it for 3 years since we had gotten married on June 1, 1996. We were a happy couple and in love and we created many memories there, happy Christmases, a lot of laughter and a growing togetherness that at the end, rendered Joe and I not just husband and wife, but best of friends. Joe was my best friend.

We both worked, but the layoffs began in 2007. For years, we struggled and worked hard to make ends meet. In 2009, we were working with our mortgage company on a loan modification program. Still, bankruptcy had to be filed in late 2009. But, in October, 2010, Joe was laid off again. For the next six months following the last lay off, we worked with the mortgage company in trying to find a buyer for our home to possibly rent it back to us. Ultimately, the mortgage company auctioned our home for $98,000. All of our equity was gone and we had no home. Both of us were out of work and Joe was receiving unemployment benefits.

During that time, I watched Joe change. He had always been an optimistic person. One of his favorite things to say was, 'it doesn't have to be this way'. He was the life of the party, he made everyone laugh, and he was a good person. Joe was a genuinely sincere, loving, sweet, hardworking man who cared about others.

Even strangers. Once, driving home from work, he heard a girl screaming from a deserted parking lot behind Safeway. He pulled over and got out of the car, as two men ran by him. He said he wanted to chase them, but did not because he felt he needed to check on the girl. She had been beaten. He stayed with her and comforted her until the police arrived. They thanked him for stopping. He said he told them, 'Of course. Anyone would'. They assured him that was not true. But, that was the way that Joe thought.

I watched Joe struggle more than I had ever seen someone do to take care of our home and of me. Sometimes he would still laugh, but those times began coming fewer and farther between. Sometimes, he would cry. He would sob in my arms. It tears my heart out now to think of it. I will never in this lifetime get over this or recover completely. Joe had been in my life for a total of 18 years, 16 married, almost (this last June 1, 2011 would have been our 16th wedding anniversary), he was a good man, and he was my friend. He was my life.

Joe and I lost our home. We packed our home of nearly 16 years into a storage building. (I have since lost that building and all of our belongings).

3 days after losing our home, Joe committed suicide. He jumped off of a bridge. Despite a hospital stay and efforts to save him, he ultimately died.

The buyers of our home have turned it over or flipped it already in this short time. I sometimes go by it and look at it. I see Joe tinkering in the garage or I look through the front window and picture us having dinner together. I see where our Christmas tree stood. I look at the front door and remember when we first walked through it, when we were engaged and looking for our first (and only) home. The very first thing that went into our home, before furniture or belongings, was a small statue with Jesus and a little plaque that read 'Bless Our Home'. Joe hung that in the hallway. I still cannot comprehend that this happened. Joe was always a positive, happy person. Our wedding song was 'You're The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me.' by Gladys Knight. I can't listen to it now. I know you don't know Joe and he's a stranger to you, but he was my life.

I lost my husband and my home in a period of 3 days. Joe's unemployment checks have ceased and there is no income. I have applied for dozens upon dozens of jobs, everything from picking up trash at a park to a waitress to an errand runner. I have not been hired. I have few skills and he was always the major earner. He had years of experience in various outside sales. I am not a college graduate with few skills and what I have to offer is very limited. I cannot afford to go back to school. Social Security will not help because I am not old enough. Joe and I couldn't have children so often, public assistance cannot help. New creditors are coming after me, such as the homeowners association for the house we lost, his time in the hospital in their efforts to save him (due to circumstances, there was no medical insurance, however by law they were required to treat him), the ambulance and rescue team that pulled him from the water and the list and cost is too measurable to detail here. I do not know where else to turn. I am alone. So, I am turning to you.

Joe used to say, 'sometimes bad things happen to good people.' When he said that, I never imagined this. Can you please help? I am lost.

Thank you.

All My Best,

Christina

Where do I begin? Perhaps I'll begin by saying how awkward I feel writing this - it isn't everyday that I sit down in front of a computer and decide to plead for money online, but with things not going very well I decided to do it for my family. We've been in a downward spiral since the unexpected loss of my full-time job in the end of December 2010 (Happy New Year!!!!). I've been doing what I can to keep the family's head above water, but the rent / utilities are falling behind. I have been frantically searching for an employment solution to no avail - time (and what little we had in savings) has run out. I never in my life imagined being in a situation like this. Well, in the midst of this crisis, my wife and I continue to stand as pillars of strength for one another and for our 9-year-old son, but we're immersed in depths of uncertainty and anxiety. Thankfully, we still find ways to smile to escape the despair. We do hope for a positive result. Perhaps with your generosity, we can find one. I think of the many people who are in similar situations and are asking for help. I cross my fingers hoping that I am one whose request luckily finds you. Please imagine someone placing an hourglass in front of you - they say to you: by the time the sand runs out...that's it...it's over for you. Imagine how overwhelming the fear and anxiety becomes as the sand marks the passing of time - time you no longer have. This is exactly the way I have been feeling lately...ever since I lost my job in the end of December. I have been immersed in anxiety ever since. I search diligently every single day for work to get the family back on the right track - in this economy it seems it really is to no avail. My stress increases as I watch what little we have in savings is whittled down to almost nothing - we are now counting mere pennies. I got so angry and frustrated on my son's last day of school when my car (a 1996 Buick Century) decided it had nothing left to give. I break down crying with envy at times when I hear of someone who has been lucky enough to land a job...get a new car...or receive needed help from a Good Samaritan. With all of the personal stories this website gets on a daily basis, I doubt that mine will reach the right people or impact anyone. But...if by some miracle it does...I want to thank you in advance...from the deepest part of my heart!

At this point, I don't have much to offer. But, I can promise you this. I will pay your generosity forward. I believe very much in the power of giving. I once purchased a handful of groceries for a homeless man who stood on a street corner. I will always remember the look on his face when I approached and handed him a week's worth of food and asked for nothing in return.

Sincerely,
Charlie

A friend of mine told me about Begslist and told me to post a plea for help. Hi!! My name is Linda. Three weeks ago my apartment complex in South Philly was destroyed by a 3-alarm fire. I was not home at the time when the fire started. When I came home, I stood in disbelief while my home of two years was burning. Most of all the apartments, including mine were heavily damaged. The fire marshall gave some of us only a brief amount of time to retrieve what we could carry and leave. I told the marshall where my apartment was and he told me that area was a complete loss and I could not retrieve anything. I was referred to a hotel nearby as a temporary shelter paid for by a non-profit group helping the fire victims until they set me up with a homeless shelter. I am still at that homeless shelter. Thanks to the non-profit group, I have some clothes and shoes. I have very little or no pocket money. Some of the money I had stashed away at the apartment was lost along with some valuable possessions. Although my job is part-time and pays very little, I could not afford renters or fire insurance because it interfered with the rent, utilities etc.. I have nightmares about that fire everyday. It has left me emotionally depressed. I'm asking anyone reading this posting to please donate what you can. Even if its $1, $5, $10, whatever, your help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you!!

A friend of mine told me about Begslist and told me to post a plea for help. Hi!! My name is Linda. Three weeks ago my apartment complex in South Philly was destroyed by a 3-alarm fire. I was not home at the time when the fire started. When I came home, I stood in disbelief while my home of two years was burning. Most of all the apartments, including mine were heavily damaged. The fire marshall gave some of us only a brief amount of time to retrieve what we could carry and leave. I told the marshall where my apartment was and he told me that area was a complete loss and I could not retrieve anything. I was referred to a hotel nearby as a temporary shelter paid for by a non-profit group helping the fire victims until they set me up with a homeless shelter. I am still at that homeless shelter. Thanks to the non-profit group, I have some clothes and shoes. I have very little or no pocket money. Some of the money I had stashed away at the apartment was lost along with some valuable possessions. Although my job is part-time and pays very little, I could not afford renters or fire insurance because it interfered with the rent, utilities etc.. I have nightmares about that fire everyday. It has left me emotionally depressed. I'm asking anyone reading this posting to please donate what you can. Even if its $1, $5, $10, whatever, your help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you!!

hello, i dont really want to do this but i am left with no toher choice, i know you have seen alot of begs and altho mine is not the worse i would really appreciate your help, i am un fit for work ( i have epilepsy, arthritus in both knees and a crumbling spine ). i need some help to get my life back on track, i reciently lost my grandmother & my girlfriend who i was due to marry, i was ok with everything untill this happend and then i have had to pay out for funeral and headstones, as i was the only one with enough money to pay for these i stood up and id so, but since i have realised my girlfriend had run up alot of debt ( 2000 worth ) i know its not alot to some of you but its everything to me, i cannot get a loan or help from anywhere else, i was an upstanding citizen untill an accident which left me disabled, i held a full time job and stayed ontop of all my bills but now i really feel worthless. i would like to get my life back on track and i am really asking for your help to do this... if i do then i promise to come back here and help others to do the same as i know how bad it feels to be hwere i am and have to ask strangers for help. so please if you can find it in your heart to help me please do so.... thank you so much for reading and thank you in advance for your help.

A little about ourselves, We are a recently engaged couple, and we have lost nearly everything. We are living on friends couches, under bridges, and when it gets really cold, we sometimes get assistance from the local police to place us in a Motel room for the night. We have been through alot, let me get started.

When we met 3 years ago, we never believed that we would be in the situation that we are in now. I was working a well paying job, so was my lovely girl. In a moment though, everything changed. I had to move to Montana for a family emergency, and I was forced to leave work for this. Needless to say, that was my last day of stable employment. After moving to Montana, I watched as my uncle struggled with cancer, and as the economy crashed. My uncle passed away due to the complications, and I was able to return back to Colorado. A job that I had interviewed for and was promised was given to someone else, and the 6 months that I spent in Montana, well, it took nearly all of my savings. On a whim, I took all that I had left and moved back with my girlfriend.

Living in Boulder, CO, we were able to make ends meet, working for Labor Ready, and getting daily work, shoveling snow, and other tasks. We were doing good, but thats when family started to get involved. Our lease was ending, and we did not have the desire to continue paying for a place that cost us so much. We moved in with family to get on our feet. Her mother is a nice person, but has everything messed up. She is the most vengeful person that I have ever met. We did move into her house in Parker, CO, and about a month later, I was able to get a job. Things were going well again, we bought a car, and were slowing saving for the day we moved out. It never happened. Her mom was irritated at the hours that I was working, saying that I needed a better job, and after that I stood my ground on my opinion that my job was perfectly fine, and I really didn't care if I was working graveyards, I was making really good money for the time. She was not happy about this, and asked me to leave. Well, I just started the job, and I had to have a place to stay, so I payed for a local motel, and proceeded to make that work.

I found out the car I bought was a lemon, and after paying $1500 for it, the rod bearings in the motor went horrible. I was slowly finding out that paying for a motel and trying to save money for rent was nearly impossible, and I was unable to keep going like this. I lost my job after showing up 5 minutes late during the 90 day probationary period, due to the above mentioned car. Needless to say, I was given a check for the two weeks that I had worked, and another for 2 weeks, as a severance pay. I jumped on the opportunity that I was given, and got an apartment, payed everything up for a couple of months, and sat down to get another job. It never happened.

We ended up starting our own business, using our friends car, whom was living with us to help with costs, with the last $50 that we had to our name. One call to a local radio station was all that was needed, our computer repair business was taking off like crazy. We had the bills paid, and could actually have a little fun again. Then again, family issues prevailed, and our friend had to leave, taking the car, and thus the business. We were stuck, not wanting people to drop computers off to someone living in an apartment in a colorful part of town. We ran out of funding again, and we made ends meet, but barely.

Now, we are in a real predicament. With no job, no house, no car, and nowhere to live, we can't do anything. We are stuck in between a rock and a hard place. We have applied to every local motel, trying to get room and board in exchange for the work, etc.. Trying to get a job as a server, to make those daily tips, so that we can afford a motel to get back on our feet. This is a really bad situation, but things are looking out, just really far off into the future. I was accepted to college, and I can get assistance with living expenses, but not until nearly September, and until then, we are stuck being homeless. Its not all that bad, just when it gets cold it really sucks. We need help with anything, be it getting a motel room for a while, to buying a van/rv to live in for this time, anything helps, and I appreciate those that have stuck to reading this so far.

Thanks,

Steve and Brittany

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Since my father's death and my recent deployments to Iraq, it has been hard on my family. Sudden death shakes a family to the core. Since getting back from Iraq, I started college, only to be interrupted by another tour. The reason for this posting is my sister wants to get married, now we as a family have no money to help her. She did have a savings set up for her wedding but life happens and due to several incidents of bad pipes in her home to auto repairs, she just can't make her goal. Now, my sister has stood by decision to defend out great nation, and I want to help her reach her goal. I am a struggling college student and just getting by, so I ask for your help. Give what you can, a single dollar is a step in the right direction. https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&business=CE3BJGRPKBVMW&lc=US&item_name=Wedding&item_number=4578¤cy_code=USD&bn=PP%2dDonationsBF%3abtn_donateCC_LG%2egif%3aNonHosted

A friend of mine told me about Begslist and told me to post a plea for help. Hi!! My name is Chet. Three weeks ago my apartment complex in South Philly was destroyed by a 3-alarm fire. I was not home at the time when the fire started. When I came home, I stood in disbelief while my home of two years was burning. Most of all the apartments, including mine were heavily damaged. The fire marshall gave some of us only a brief amount of time to retrieve what we could carry and leave. I told the marshall where my apartment was and he told me that area was a complete loss and I could not retrieve anything. I was referred to a hotel nearby as a temporary shelter paid for by a non-profit group helping the fire victims until they set me up with a homeless shelter. I am still at that homeless shelter. Thanks to the non-profit group, I have some clothes and shoes. I have very little or no pocket money. Some of the money I had stashed away at the apartment was lost along with some valuable possessions. Although my job is part-time and pays very little, I could not afford renters or fire insurance because it interfered with the rent, utilities etc.. I have nightmares about that fire everyday. It has left me emotionally depressed. I'm asking anyone reading this posting to please donate what you can. Even if its $1, $5, $10, whatever, your help will be greatly appreciated. Thank you and God bless!!

Hi I am a Single Mom of two Wonderful Boys ages 8 and 10.My 8 year old has severe asthma and is on a breathing machine.I just received a disconnect notice on my Electric/Heating bill today.It is due for shut off on Jan.17th.I have no way to come up with the money by then.I receive Social Security myself,and My ex refuses to pay child support and I am really struggling right now.I don't like asking people for help because I have always stood on my own 2 feet.A friend of mine told me about this site and at this point I am really desperate.It's still Cold outside and I heart with electric.And my son HAS to have his breathing machine and again runs on electric.Without my electric so much can go wrong.I have tried my family and was told no.I even tried to work something out with the electric company and that did not work either.Please can some one please help us!!!

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

My father died 24 years ago and my mother, trying to keep us from experiencing another change, kept the 5 of us in the house that they had built together by taking out second mortgages when she ran low on money for bills. Her house is under contract now and she stood to make less than $5000 on the sale due to all of the borrowing against the house. She had her septic system inspected yesterday, and was told that she needs a new system, which could run anywhere from $20,000 to $40,000. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the money. She cannot afford to retire unless she sells the house, and she can't sell the house unless she replaces the septic system. She is approaching 70 and has worked hard as the single mother of 4 for a long time. I don't expect that I will come even close to getting the amount of money that she needs, but I hope that someone who is in a position to help will read this and realize that she needs a break. Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a wonderful day!

Hello, my name is Stephanie and here's my story:

I liked to helping people. It made me feel good. It gave me a rush of happiness that made my step lighter and my day brighter.

If someone on the street asked for change, I'd give it if I had it. Who cares what they used it for, it made me feel good.

When someone stood at the entrance to the freeway with a sign, "Need Help", or "Down On Luck, Please Help", I'd roll down my window and give them what cash I had. That made me feel great.

A few years ago some friends needed help moving, so I loaned (gave) them a couple grand to help get them on their way. I felt really good about that one.

I'm not telling you this to convince you I'm an awesome person. I didn't give because they needed it. I gave because it made me feel good. It made me feel powerful. I could get someone that much closer to fulfilling their needs or reaching their goals. I admit, giving made me feel just a bit superior. Superior for not being desperate. Superior for not needing to ask strangers for help.

But I don't feel so superior now. I put on their shoes. I put on their hat. And I'm holding up their sign, "Down On Luck, Need Help".

Now I'm asking you to search your pockets for change. Or maybe spare a buck or two to get me back on track. Some unknown person once said, "Kindness, like a boomerang, always returns." I hope so, 'cause I'm betting dinner on it.

I solemnly promise to give a portion of what I receive someone else in need.

Paying it forward!

Thank you for donating today!

IRISHTASH
need help with rent which is £200 each month and household bills.
my name is natasha im 24yrs old and
i lost my job a couple of months ago and have been trying so hard to find new employment and as of yet i have had no success. i recently moved out of my family home as i felt it was near time that i stood on my own two feet and then thats when everything started going downhill. my parents decided to downsize and get smaller accomodation therfore making it impossible for me to move back home. my family try and help me whenever they can but they have their own bills and problems to worry about. it seems as though every month is a constant struggle i have never in my life been as depressed and scared in my life, every month i struggle to find rent money, gas, electric, food,everything just piles up. i finally pay one thing and then theres5more expenses on top of that to clear. ive never begged before in my life but icant think of another way, i just hope that there are people out there who are kind and generous and want to help me!!!every little helps im at my wits end now. if you feel you can help please get in touch with me. thankyou so much eleanormachala@hotmail.co.uk