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I'm looking for a breeder who would donate for free a chihuahua or basenji male puppy(near 8 weeks old). My goal,i'm a diabetic and I would like to train a young puppy to be my assistant service dog(detect high & low blood sugar). I live in Northern California

Training at work going well but need a car for further training and husband's health is getting worse every day. Sugar is staying over 660 and blood pressure is rising without that medication also. Now is at 220/190. Don't know what I am going to do. Had to walk to store 3 times the other day to get groceries and, in Florida, it is getting hotter all of the time. Not to mention the rain now too. I really hate to ask anyone for help or "beg" but I really,really need help getting a car.

I am the custodial parent of 3 children, a daughter that's 17, and 2 boys, 14 and 9. I have been divorced for 3yrs. now, tending to the everyday needs, for my children and their school activities. My ex-wife had turned diabetic, from giving birth to the children and had fallen into a severe case of post-pardon depression, due to the diabetic condition that had worsened as the children were born, which turned her to alcohol. As most of us know, alcohol and diabetes do not mix, at first I was unaware, of how severe this can be, but as time progressed, we could see the roller-coaster personality shine through. After hearing from others about the way some things were being handled by her, such as pinning them down on the ground, to brush their teeth, or ripping a brush through my daughters hair in the morning before school, I needed to do something about it. This was hard to see at first, since I was at work everyday on a 45-50hr. work week. One particular event, that has been a soar spot with my daughter, was a few days before Christmas, when she was helping decorate the tree and had started to put the tinsel on before the ornaments. Her mom, was into about her 2nd drink, which had brought her sugar-level up, started screaming at her about putting the ornaments on first, and just about ripped her arms off, tearing the tinsel out of her hands!!! Last year, was the first year, after spending many hours with her, that she was brave enough to help decorate the tree.

My oldest son, now 14, has had some very bad experiences, that had put so much stress on him that he started pulling his hair out, until he was completely bald on top of his head !!! The stress was caused by being constantly screamed at for things, that he was even doing. The last thing that really broke the camels back was, when he was trying to restrain his mother during a delirious diabetic overload of sugar, which had skyrocketed, to over 600. She began kicking him, until she kicked him right down the steps and he had to come back up and body slam her down on the floor, we all saw the UGLIER side of diabetes that night !!!!! The E.R. was called in and they strapped her down on a stretcher, deemed her delusional, then rushed her off to the hospital. Their mother decided after that happened, that it would be a good idea to leave the family and doesn't have much contact with her children. I've spent a lot of time with them, working through some of the traumatic episodes, that they encountered and have lost a lot of time for employment. Now that I have been unemployed for quite sometime and being a man in this position, getting assistance or help is almost impossible. I get the feeling that men with children are discriminated, there are no programs in place by the government for men with children. I am now up against all odds, the roof on our house needs to be shingled, every time it rains we see piles of gravel on the ground and my vehicle is on it's last leg. The utilities are always in shut off status and I'm now falling into foreclosure, due to being behind on the house payments for heavens sake, let alone the kids being sick from time to time, because of the old and deteriorating carpet in our house, so I'm being told by the doctors.

PLEASE HELP ME SOMEBODY, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR WHERE TO GET THE
MONEY TO MAKE THE LIVES OF MY CHILDREN ANY BETTER !!!

I like in the south east of england and i am 16 turning 17 on 31 of may :) live a fair distance from my place of education and i have no mode of transport as i have just moved away from the area, I have tried finding a job, no such luck as my area is highly built up and jobs are scarce. Ill i need is £100 to get a bike. i'm not going to sugar coat my cause by pretending my family are dying (that annoys me) i am here only to ask for some financial help (only if you have the money to spare)any help would be greatly appreciated. thank you for reading.

My name is Donna and my husband,Tom,is a disabled diabetic. He has been diabetic for 20 years and for the past 7 years, he has been totally unable to walk. He gets SSI but it is not much. I ork but only for minimum wage. Our car stopped running on Feb. 14 and we do not have the extra finances or credit to be able to buy another one. As a result, he has not been to a doctor since to get refills on his medicines or insulin needles. He is getting sicker every day. I would like to get out and look for a better job but can't do that either. I have to push him in the road if he wants to go anywhere otherwise, I walk to the grocery store to buy food. We are behind in all of our bills but only a little bit. We just need someone would could help us with a car and a little to pay up our bills. This has been really hard on my husband. He feels depressed and useless because there is nothing he can do to help and is basically stuck in the apartment. Without his medicine, it gets worse every day. His blood sugar has been staying over 600 and I have no way to get it back down to an acceptable level. It is causing havoc with the rest of his body also. We desperately need a car to get him help. We have 3 grown sons but two are barely making it themselves and the third is in the National Guard and going through a divorce so he is unable to help also. If you can help or have any questions,feel free to email me at ddmedley@yahoo.com. Thank you and God Bless.

I'm not going to give a sorry story. I'm a straight forward 32 year old single mom who don't sugar coat things. I am in need of money to move into a new apartment. One months rent, plus last months rent and security all upfront is hard for me to come up with on short notice, and my landlord sold the house I'm in. $4500.00 total is what I need in less than a week. I'm just hoping a goodhearted person with money will read this and be willing to donate. I am not a degenerate, I work full time, don't do drugs or gamble, and I am the kind of person when someone homeless or begging on the street asks me for money I give it to them. I have a huge heart and am always willing to help a person in need myself, I just can't swing this one on my own, and don't know anyone who could help me.

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.

Marine Veteran and disabled needs help. My life could be a bestselling country song. I was an executive working very hard but suffered a divesting heart attack. Two, in fact. Tried to keep working but had no strength left. I was forced to retire. Also found out I had diabetes and didn’t even know it. To make matters worse I have foot neurophy and clogged arteries in both of my legs. Want to make it worse? I have two large kidney stones blocking my urine so I am forced to wear a bag on my hip until the stones can be removed. The VA will take them out but not until my blood sugar meets their stringent requirements.
To make a long story short I lost my job due to the heart attack, lost my beautiful home because I had no job (sold all my home contents first to try and raise money to keep it – failed), lost my great F150 truck, and even lost my dog. The only apartment we could get didn’t accept pets.
Thank God I am a Marine and learned to adapt and overcome. It has been three years but now I really need to ask for help. My wife and I have no insurance except what the VA offers (can't afford Medicare part B) and I already owe them $755 for co-pay on many medications. I have had to wait for a kidney stone operation for over a year now as they are booked solid for this type of operation. This operation, outside of the VA, cost approximately $1800. In addition I have numerous medical bills from my heart attack after care, diabetes and having numerous operations to remove two toes on my left foot. I sincerely want to pay these people as they deserve it but to do so I need help.
Please send whatever your heart will give. My wife and I will thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com
Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - chrisb_78@live.com
Paypal - chrisb_78@live.com

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Short of blowing my brains out, I feel as though there is no light at the
end of the tunnel. I never could have envisioned being in the current
situation that I find myself in. Let me explain...My wife and I have been
married for 20 years and are raising 2 kids, a boy and a girl, both
teenagers. We always thought we were doing a good job at parenting...you
know, instilling laughter and family, morals and virtue, dignity and self

worth, etc. We just reached our 50's and were looking forward to possibly
traveling and spending some time together once the kids left the nest.
However, all that came to a screeching halt last year when our daughter
informed us that she was with child.(She was only 15 at the time!) KABOOOOM!
Talk about devastation. To add insult to injury, the young man and his
family went so far as to deny acknowledgement of the baby for the first six

months of his life, and to this date, (he's 10 months old) have not
contributed a dime to the babies welfare. To compound the injury, I was laid
off from work three months after his birth.
Needless to say, it has taken a tremendous toll on me and my wife. We have
exhausted our savings on rent, car payments, car insurance, utility bills,

medical bills, diapers, formula etc. We can barely buy food. There are days
I don't eat, just so the rest of the family can. I don't sleep much, between
looking for work and taking care of my grandson, (he is a blessing in
disguise. He gives me the strength I need to keep going. I put him to sleep
humming Amazing Grace) I find that I am experiencing intestinal pain as well
as severe migraines at times. I think I'll chalk it up to depression and
stress.

I've served my country proudly, and was honorably discharged...a few medals,
some ribbons, presidential letters of appreciation and so forth, but when I
asked for any type of assistance from the government I get denied because I
made a few dollars more than the threshold.

It gets better...the house we were renting was sold and we were given 2
weeks to move, we robbed from Peter to pay Paul to get into our current
residence. Now we find that we may have to move again by the beginning of
the new year, which at this time is impossible to do on our own. Needless to
say, Santa won't be making any house calls this year. (Although I will do
whatever it takes to make sure my grandson has a 1st Christmas.)

All of our bills are past due, due for disconnection or have been

disconnected. There is just no way we can do it by ourselves anymore. This
is by far the hardest and most embarrassing thing I've had to do in my life
and I'm not proud of it...however, as the song says "I ain't too proud to
beg". We need desperately for a miracle to keep from being homeless. Please
help us.
They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, I ran
out of sugar. Please help us. God Bless!

Paypal - Chrisb_78@live.com

I am in real need just like the folks that have posted. This year has been the most horrible year of my life. My son had to have a pace maker put in and he is not well, my husband kicked me out on the streets and divorced me and I couldn't get help to stop him from taking everything. so I have had to start over at age 55. I finally got a job but live from payday to payday and still can not pay my bills. I am a diabetic and have no insurance or anyplace to go for my medicine as well as not having much for food. I can get commodities once a month but can't get help from any place else. I have passed out several times from to high of sugar so the medical bills are piling up from the emergency room visits which I am unable to pay.Then to top it off my Daddy just passed away and had no insurance to bury him. Is there any help in sight? I seriously doubt it. I am living most of my time in my car and have a friend that lets me use her shower. I truely need help and don't know where else to turn. I can use the computer at the library once a week for free. May God Bless those of us in need

I am in real need just like the folks that have posted. This year has been the most horrible year of my life. My son had to have a pace maker put in and he is not well, my husband kicked me out on the streets and divorced me and I couldn't get help to stop him from taking everything. so I have had to start over at age 55. I finally got a job but live from payday to payday and still can not pay my bills. I am a diabetic and have no insurance or anyplace to go for my medicine as well as not having much for food. I can get commodities once a month but can't get help from any place else. I have passed out several times from to high of sugar so the medical bills are piling up from the emergency room visits which I am unable to pay.Then to top it off my Daddy just passed away and had no insurance to bury him. Is there any help in sight? I seriously doubt it. I am living most of my time in my car and have a friend that lets me use her shower. I truely need help and don't know where else to turn. I can use the computer at the library once a week for free. May God Bless those of us in need.

I am in real need just like the folks that have posted. This year has been the most horrible year of my life. My son had to have a pace maker put in and he is not well, my husband kicked me out on the streets and divorced me and I couldn't get help to stop him from taking everything. so I have had to start over at age 55. I finally got a job but live from payday to payday and still can not pay my bills. I am a diabetic and have no insurance or anyplace to go for my medicine as well as not having much for food. I can get commodities once a month but can't get help from any place else. I have passed out several times from to high of sugar so the medical bills are piling up from the emergency room visits which I am unable to pay.Then to top it off my Daddy just passed away and had no insurance to bury him. Is there any help in sight? I seriously doubt it. I am living most of my time in my car and have a friend that lets me use her shower. I truely need help and don't know where else to turn. I can use the computer at the library once a week for free. May God Bless those of us in need.

Hello, I have stage 4 colon cancer in both of my lungs along with other health issues. I do not like asking for help and I am sorry for needing to. I have not able to work since being diagnosed with colon cancer in Nov 2005 at the age of 38. I had surgery in Dec 2005 to remove 12 inches of my colon and was never given chemo. In Feb 2006 it was suspected that the cancer had spread to my female organs and I had a full hysterectomy in March 2006. There is no record of any biopsy performed on the massive cysts. In Feb 2009 I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Colon Cancer in both lungs. I do chemo treatments as needed to hopefully prolong my life. My doctors said surgery or radiation were not options for me, it would remove to much good lung tissue and cause severe breathing issues or worse. I have diabetes with numbers 200+ and take 6+ shots per day, high blood pressure, hypothyroid, and lower lung disease/COPD. I have been diagnosed with severe Non-alcoholic fatty liver disease which according to my every 3 month CT scans is progressing. My gallbladder and pancreas no longer functioning. I have terrible Neuropathy caused by the chemo and diabetes and I am allergic to Lyrica that might would help.

We are not going to have much of the holidays this year, if at all. I am not worried about that. We moved into this house and have had issue after issue with the heating and ac unit. The homeowners are not doing what they need. We have been paying $400+ electric bills in addition to rent, gas and water/sewer. We have applied for help but have about $15 to much income. We really could use some help with the electric or anything else you choose. I can provide the account numbers and phone numbers if you want, even a few dollars helps a lot.

If you cannot help there we could use help with food and/or personal items. I have hardly been eating for a variety of reasons. One being we do not have a lot of food. I drink a lot of milk, or try to, because it helps my stomach not to hurt and sometimes it is all I can handle. Another reason is I have not had the money for my medications like insulin so I have been doing what I can to keep my sugar down and that means not eating a lot. I am so tired of all of this. We are looking for another house because this one has caused this terrible ordeal with the high bills.

Please if you can help us it would be so appreciated. Thank you for at least reading this.