Throwing Tags

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.

Ok just to start I would like to say that I don't have a sibling with a cripling degenerate disease, or lost my parents in a freak skiing accident (both are living happily in France)and I am not trying to send a football team of disadvantaged kids to an unbelievably expensive disney themed resort.
All these are worthy of donations and if I were able to I would donate to them myself, however I am not and have instead found myself having to sign up to a web site basically begging for kind strangers to donate, even the smallest of change, to be able to turn my life back around.

I won't bore you with the details of my long struggles as im sure we have all been there at some point (long and drawn out 'woe-is-me' emails written on request) however, what i will say is that after throwing myself into the world of work at 16 I gained as much life experience and qualifications as I possibly could and worked my little toosh off all the way.
After educating myself as a Photographer and Lithographer throught the RAF (leaving to get married and have a child) I then went on to realise that living with an alcoholic was not so good 4 either my baby or I, so took the brave steps to leave.
I then put myself thought an apprentiship as a mechanic and loved it! However I found it very difficult to spend quality time with my child during the holidays so managed to get a job in a school, which was perfect, then when an abusive relationship led 2 my son and I becoming homeless I had to do what was best for my child and let him go to live with his reformed dad 200 miles away :(
I then went back to what I love, mechanics, as I tried to get my life back on track however work has dried up and just after xmas I was laid off so here I sit as a single 30 yr old with qualifications galore, unemployed!
Ok depressing prologue over and i will cut straight to it.
I am now trying to make a future that will make my life and my contact with my son (every third weekend and all holidays) easier, I am trying to re train as a mechanics teacher, however the hurdle I have come accross (I really should apply to the olympics with all this hurdle trainging I've had) is that the course is going to cost £6,000 and I will only get help towards half, now this is a little bit of an issue as I dont know anyone that could manage to find £3000 in change down the side of their sofa, so I am apllying to the masses, I am just asking for a whole lot of people to donate just a little bit so I could get sorted please.
I may not be the most in need and I may not have a heart wrenching story but I am honest and I am a nice person who is sick of those that dont have any morals always coming out on top, just for once I'd like the good person to win (more specifically me really lol) so if you could spare anything I would truly be so very grateful :) Thank you if you made it this far :) xx

Ok just to start I would like to say that I don't have a sibling with a cripling degenerate disease, or lost my parents in a freak skiing accident (both are living happily in France)and I am not trying to send a football team of disadvantaged kids to an unbelievably expensive disney themed resort.
All these are worthy of donations and if I were able to I would donate to them myself, however I am not and have instead found myself, after a very long series of misfortunate events (mainly starting with stupidly marrying an alcoholic, thank heavens for divorce), having to sign up to a web site basically begging for kind strangers to donate, even the smallest of change, to be able to turn my life back around.

I won't bore you with the details of my long struggles as im sure we have all been there at some point (long and drawn out 'woe-is-me' emails written on request) however, what i will say is that after throwing myself into the world of work at 16 I gained as much life experience and qualifications as I possibly could and worked my little toosh off all the way.
I come from a family of workers and it is in my blood, however, after educating myself as a Photographer and Lithographer throught the RAF (leaving to get married and have a child) I then went on to realise that living with an alcoholic was not so good 4 either my baby or I, so took the brave steps to leave.
Setting myself and my child up on our own, I then went and re trained putting myself through an apprentiship as a mechanic and loved it! However I found it very difficult to spend quality time with my child during the holidays so managed to get a job in a school, which was perfect, then when an abusive relationship led 2 my son and I becoming homeless I had to do what was best for my child (and most definately not best for me)I let him go to live with his reformed dad 200 miles away :(
I then went back to what I love, mechanics, as I tried to get my life back on track however work has dried up and just after xmas I was laid off so here I sit as a single 30 yr old with qualifications galore, unemployed!
Ok depressing prologue over and i will cut straight to it.
I am now trying to make a future that will make my life and my contact with my son (every third weekend and all holidays) easier, I am trying to re train as a mechanics teacher, however the hurdle I have come accross (I really should apply to the olympics with all this hurdle trainging I've had) is that the course is going to cost £6,000 and I will only get help towards half, now this is a little bit of an issue as I dont know anyone that could manage to find £3000 in change down the side of their sofa, so I am apllying to the masses, I am just asking for a whole lot of people to donate just a little bit so I could get sorted please.
I may not be the most in need and I may not have a heart wrenching story but I am honest and I am a nice person who is sick of those that dont have any morals always coming out on top, just for once I'd like the good person to win (more specifically me really lol) so if you could spare anything I would truly be so very grateful :) Thank you if you made it this far :) xx

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

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

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

I am currently deployed over seas and will be for the next year. While I am deployed in an area that I can keep in touch with my family, my current laptop computer just isn't capable of skyping with my family without having a lot of issues and it is really frustrating. I'm not looking for someone to drop enough for me to buy a complete one but if anyone can help supplement me purchasing my own so that I can talk to the wife and kids without my computer throwing a fit, of course I would be very grateful.

My Current Laptop is a Dell Inspiron E1505 with 1GB of Ram, 64 GB Hard Drive, an old Core Duo processor, and integrated video.. It runs but if I have to switch with skyping and viewing what my wife/kids are looking at online, the thing freaks out.

My home is turning two months behind as of the Dec.1.and they tell me payment needs to be made on one of the monthes before dec.10. I work a full time job and hold insurance for my children. I provide them with food but things are so bad I sold about everything I have to pay for my vehicle,and kids lunches,and exterminator. I can not sell the vehicle because I do not live on a bus line and the kids are in cardio club,and basketball.(Which the car payment is behind one month.) I have nothing for my children for christmas and keep on praying for a miricale but no answers yet. I recently went through a bed bug problem in my daughters room, that I think it came from school. I pay for childcare while I'm at my fulltime job and cant afford to get a part time job because daycare prices are so high and a pt job only pays so little. My heat is shut off and I am heating a house that is only 10 yrs old with a cerosian heater because I don't have the 278. to pay the old bill. This stinks. Please help me figure something out. I have an elementary school, middle school and a high schooler that is to young to get a job still.I feel like throwing my hands in the air and saying just take my kids to a warm home and put me in jail. I feel like I have let my children down. I am a devoted mother and super hard worker. ( Receiving Clerk) I have never been so low in my 38 years of life. Please help and pray if you believe in prayer. Thank you.FYI, I have asked the school for help and they say and so does states assistance I make to much money. but, they want the kids to have no transportation and no car insurance which in kentucky is manditory. and they tell me to move.Also tell me to drop health insurance on them for awhile.(Who would do that) My home payment is 855. a month cheapest none roach infested apt is 750 a month. Yes hundred dollar differnce but I have 10 years invested in the home. I know things will get easier if I could just get caught up. Anything will be apprecaited.

Im a desperate mom who has a estranged ex spouse who abused me and my daughter, throwing us ouit, and keeping our stuff.. it has been a really hard asnd terrible time..but With Gods help we are making it threw...i Enrolled in School, to get a new and brighter future, and in another city to get us away from the abuse, and Ive been accepted....But Im suppose to be there in two weeks, and we virtually have nothing, me and my daughter are in desperate need of help ...i have no other family, and no resources...but we have faith and are trying this web site...

If you can help in any way, expense money to find a place to live...after two months my financial aide kicks in, and will cover us while in school but till then were really stuck....or a place to live ..or rent...once i get aide i would even repay anyone who could help us... Me and my daughter would be so grateful..... It's Bakersfield or Bust for us... If there is any way anyone can help, anything would help...even ifwe could just afford to stay in a hostel... Thank you....and god bless. lisa and Trish

I meant my husband 10 years ago.in the first 5 years lost any reletives close to us since then we have struggled to keep a roof over our head.We have 2 small children one in school.We rent and were unable to keep up with bills at the timely fashion it was exspected so we have to move. We can not get any help with state and recently regained employmeant at a awsom bussiness.I myself have had many surgrys and currently have scoliosis.As this is very painfull to work with Iv refused pain medications to continue working and to keep the best roof over my childrens head. But now we have to move and in 15 days the sheriff will come and throw out the only items and memorys we have left of any past familey members cause we not money saved to move. We live week to week to provide food dipers and such.My dream allways is to sing and bring my children up with respect and honesty this is not a joke we are scared of looseing our children because in these parts the state will take them if you cannot provide. please will somone help us stay together all we have is eachother in this world and i cant stand the thought of somone takeing them away becouse We could not provide. I do feel so selfish knowing so many others have worse problems but this is a last resort for us.My husband has no ideal and he has tryed so hard to be a provider and can tell he is so depressed dailey. Im so scared of somone just throwing in the streets what we have it isnt much our big goal is to just do for these two wounderfull kids we made together.So this is for them and i pray somone will help us. Thank you

All my life I've been grappling with a single canker worm. This incurable disease has always been there busily eating away the moorings of my life- callous,unsympathetic and unrelenting. It is responsible for all my troubles: kept me out of school for the past eleven years; ensures that Mum, my three remaining siblings and I are never together in one place since 1997; prevents me from getting married at thirty-six even though there is nothing I crave for now than marriage to my heart throb and have two or three angels in our own little house. I could have done all the above if my father is not this wicked and heartless man who flogged Mom and us the children mercilessly along with other forms of untold cruelty which culminated in his throwing us all out in 1997. I was a genius in school and I had hoped I'll be my loved ones' messiah when I graduate and get a good job. But alas, I had to leave school in 2000 after the first part of a polytechnic education and have not been able to go back since then, thanks to this same single canker worm. Now what is the canker worm? It's not a terminal disease as you might have been thinking. NO it's worse than that! POVERTY is worse than anything in this life! I need help and I need it quick. I want to go back to school, I want to go into farming so I can get rid of poverty in my life. Any good Samaritan should please contact me through this email address (sundayadejimi@yahoo.com). No amount is too small. Please save my soul.

Thank you in advance for taking the time to read my plea.

My name is Faith and I am a Christian mother of two school aged children.

I am filled with gratitude and thanks to God for all the blessings he has given me. The greatest gifts that I have been given are my two children.

I have never reached out to anyone for help, but today I feel compelled to reach out. I have been unable to sleep or eat for months, my hair is falling out from stress and my body is covered in hives.

I know that my hands are tied, I cannot solve my financial problems on my own. I have tried, I work full time, I have been doing additional work, cleaning homes, doing paid research studies, etc. I know that God has the power to put the right people and the right circumstances in our lives to solve any problems, even if they seem impossible.

I am literally drowning in debt. It feels like I am in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and I keep going down deeper and deeper.

My son was born with Congenital Heart Disease and required Open Heart Surgery. Due to complications and financial shortcomings as a result of my son's surgery, my children and I were forced to leave our home. I found another home for us to live in. Less than a year after moving into our new home, both of my kids became very ill. My son was once again hospitalized. This time he was bleeding internally. We found out that the home we were living in was full of Stracybotrus Mold, the home was deemed uninhabitable. I was told by multiple doctors and by environmental companies that we must leave our home. I was told that I must throw away anything that I had that could not be dipped in bleach to get rid of the mold spores. I rented a large dumpster, the kind that has the stairs on the side to climb up. I literally threw away almost everything that my kids and I have ever owned. I was forced to throw away all of our mattresses, couches, pillows, stuffed animals, stuffed animals, dolls,toys, toaster, curtains, etc. Just imagine everything that you have in your home, if I can't be dipped in bleach, it had to be thrown away.

The health of my children was more important to me that any material possession, so I was OK with throwing it all away.

We are now in another home and I am struggling to replace everything that I had to throw away. I have started with beds for the kids and toys to replace what we had to throw away.

We lost everthing. We lost the money that we put down on the mold house, we lost all the money I put into the mold house trying to make it a home, we lost all of our possessions. But, we have not lost our faith or our gratitude.

I am currently about $20,000 in debt, past due on mortgage, utilities, and credit card bills.

If you can find it in your heart to donate any amount, my family would be so grateful. I really do not care about myself, I buy all my clothes at second hand stores or garage sales, I cut my own hair and eat only things that are really inexpensive like Top Ramen. What I do care about though is my kids. They have suffered enough in their short lives and I want them to feel safe, warm and secure. I have protected them from the financial storm as much as possible, but I know that they see my crying and worrying about the bills, so this is why I am asking for help.

Thank you again for reading my plea.

Hello! My name is Taya and I am going through the most trying times of my entire life! Property taxes are due and an ex-husband who just can't let it go still inflicts economic abuse to our household. Four children and myself! Legal fees are surpassing last year's annual income, the refrigerator is broken, the dishwasher is all apart trying to fix it, the bills keep piling on. I am a very optimistic person and I give every chance I get when asked at a register, or for food pantries, the animal refuge league. I really need to fix this situation for myself and the kids. I am on the lam for $450K to bring back some kind of financial health. Family Court in Portland Maine, Cumberland County and the Attorneys that soak us for thousands of dollars to battle in court with someone who simply wants to inflict more economic abuse has not worked out at all for so many reasons. I'm throwing this one out there to the universe. One of my most used sayings is, "Ask and you shall receive." I am now asking and I thank anyone who would donate to this situation. In fact, I thank you and appreciate anything that you can do, even if it's a buck, if this cyber beg (weird, yeah) is seen by many people how are looking simply to tithe. I appreciate anything, no matter how small! Peace, Love & Happiness to you! Need some smiles around here.

I am the mother of 5 children ages 11, 9, 6, 6 and 2. One of my 6 year old children is legally blind but otherwise blessed with intelligence and no other problems. My story is like this, in 2007 after 15 years of marriage I left my first husband due to his prescription drug and alcohol addiction. He stayed in our four kids lives for about 6 months and then disappeared. He has never paid any child support or even supported them at all since the divorce. I have since then met and married my husband and we have a 2 year old little girl together. I have worked at the same company for the last two years and I try very hard to support my kids. My husband works as a mechanic and due to the economy, his income has dropped. If we could only get $15K we could pay off the two loans we have, get caught up on our utility bills, pay the bank the money I owe them and for once go to a regular store to get our children's clothing. My van which is the only way we have to go anywhere, is falling apart. Summer is coming up and the air doesn't work. I need two tires for the back of it. I make decent money but I have 299 coming out every two weeks for insurance, life insurance and things for the future and what if's. Any help we could get would be great. We are in a rental that is really too small for us but we make do with what we have. My daughter starts sixth grade this year and it would be nice to be able to buy her the instrument she wants for band. My son would like to play baseball but we just cant afford the uniform or fee's they have. For once, it would be nice to catch a break from all the stress. I was diagnosed in 2009 with Rheumatoid Arthritis and it is absoutely the most painful thing i have ever felt. If it were not for it, I would be working another job. My body just wont allow it. Please, I am throwing my pride away for my children's sake. I am so tired of telling them "not today" when they ask me for things which is actually not that often. Just once, it would be nice to say "ok...you deserve it". please help me just this once and I promise to one day pay it forward. Thank you for your time and consideration.

I've been married for just over 3 years. Things started out OK, then we would have huge screaming fights, and he would break things. Then he started throwing things, and soon aiming them at me. Then he gave me a black eye one time, which I lied about to friends and family.

Currently our apartment has a broken door (second one this month)where he put his fist through it. I'm too scared to do anything, and he always acts so sorry.

I just can't take it anymore. But I don't have the money to do anything. I'm not allowed to have a job, and I'm isolated from any friends and family without him also present. He moved us to China, so I need the money for a ticket and to set up on my own in the US again.

Please help, anything will help. I'm trying to earn money online, but I'm only able to get online if he's not here. And since he works from home, that is very seldom.

When I have enough money, I'm leaving. But until then I'm having to walk on eggshells.

Please help.

I hate to have to be doing this. But then so do all of us.

My parents live in a small one bedroom apartment with my little brother. I live in an apartment. There's no room for me at their apartment because my little brother is already sleeping on their only couch.

My dad works for a delivery company and can't do the work without my help. It's an all-day job, from 7am to 11pm, but he gets paid per delivery so it's not much coming in per month. I can't get a job because if I get one my dad will lose his job... and if he loses his job he will have lost everything.

Both of my parents are very ill... my dad has a long-term illness and my mom is in the hospital with pneumonia. I had to pay $80 for her medicine the other day but I didn't have more than $0.25 so I had to call a friend, who is also out of work, and have her lend me $80. She has less than $140 in the bank now and I owe her over $1000. As you can see she has rescued me more than once but soon she won't be able to rescue even herself.

I do not qualify for unemployment insurance as I spent the last two years as a student, nor do I qualify for welfare. I don't have a disability so I don't qualify for disability assistance either. I feel trapped and every day is a struggle.

Almost every penny I see goes to my parents, who are incredibly in debt. Because of this I find myself eating Kraft Dinner without milk or butter because I can't afford them. The Kraft Dinner I get from the food bank...

I have a number of bleeding ulcers that cause me severe pain and because I am 25 I am no longer under my mom's medical coverage. I can't afford the pharmacare's 2011 premium so I'm just "making do". I find myself throwing up three or four times a day because I can't afford my medication. And now I've had a toothache for three days that I can't get looked at.

I just need a little help... just something to get me by. So anything you can give would make a world of difference to me.

Sincerely, Thank you.

Hello everyone, I'm a college student that can't afford her dorm room this quarter. Over the last year I've become estranged from my family. I left them because they were abusive and started throwing out my things when I started refusing to return home to suffer even more abuse. I finally decided I was finished with that and left. I spent some time being homeless before finally getting a dorm room at my college. Unfortunately my financial aid was only enough to cover the first quarter. Now it's the second quarter and I don't know what I can do. I don't have a car or any form of transportation. I've been applying to as many places within walking distance of here but I haven't managed to get a job. Right now I just need a little bit of help before I'm back to being homeless. Thank you sincerely if you choose to help me, thank you to anyone who spends time reading this in the first place even if you don't feel like helping. At this point I'd accept any advice you have to offer too.

Life has been throwing me for a loop lately. Bills stacking up, car breaking down, less and less hours at work. My transportation needs are ever growing yet my car can't seem to stayed repaired. It's the Lemon of all Lemons! If you kind of find it in your heart to help, (god bless you if you can) I would be thoroughly grateful!

I am a Managing Director for a Software firm in Bangalore(India),

My dream in life is to help the poor and the needy, i have been doing this through out my life, but would like to do more, like constructing one massive city with all facilities for the old aged people and the Orphans i like to get help from all of you out there,

"Daily we read and hears so many heart-rending cases of murders of senior citizens, children sending their parents to old age homes, children misbehaving or ill-treating parents and throwing them out of their houses. Their progeny seem ashamed of their parents nowadays.

What is this happening? What is the fault of the parents? Is this their fault that they have become older now, or their fault is that they have wasted their entire life for their children by meeting their needs and expectations, giving their children everything they have ever wanted, from sending them to schools to helping them in being self-dependent? Or the fault of parents is that they have loved their children so much? And so good is the result, that senior citizens are getting out of it. Instead of receiving love of their children, daughter-in-law and grand-children, they are getting humiliation, negligence and disrespect. This is seriously very saddening and disappointing.

Did parents ever teach their children to forget their moral values, respect and love for them, when they become old? No, they have never taught this. Parents can never even expect this from their children. The feeling of being ignored by your loved ones kills from inside.

Recently, I came across an old lady, who lives in our neighborhood. The kind of life she is leading is inhuman. She is living just because she is not strong enough to commit suicide. She is living with the hope that one day she will get back the love she has been showering on her children till now. I was in tears, when I heard her story. She was crying and telling me what has happened with her. Her husband had left her; she was living with her only son. She gave everything she had to her son; property, house and ornaments to her daughter in law, hoping and believing that her children will take care of her in future.

But now she is in a state, which is really very disgusting and pathetic. She did not even got proper three meals a day, no good clothes to wear, and what she gets is humiliation and ignorance. After every two days, her daughter-in-law fights with her because that poor old lady never cleans the floor neatly or washes the clothes. She also sometimes get beaten up by her only son. Now her children are planning to send her to an old age home, where she’ll be all alone.

This is the condition of senior citizens now days. Children have forgotten their moral values, culture and even love for their parents. They have become so busy in their lives that they do not have time to take care of their parents.

People, who do these things with their parents, are building up their future also. Children learn from parents and in future they will surely be facing same circumstances as of what they are doing to their parents. Because, whatever you do comes back to you one day............

so My friends lets Join hands together and help"

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I am a new father to a beautiful baby girl. She came into our lives on Jan 29 of this year and this was the greatest day of my life. Shortly after I lost my job and this was the worst day of my life. I had an extended period off although I have recently found a job. During the time I was off I fell into a financial hole. The new job that I have recently started is not going to afford the opportunity to climb out of this hole and I am looking for donations to get back to even so I can stop throwing up every morning because of worry and sleep an entire night without the constant strain. The joy I get from my little girl is strained by the pain of the current situation. Please lend a hand if you can. I know that once I am out of this I will come to this site and give as much as I can. Thank you in advance.

Hello all,

My name is Elizabeth, but I go by my middle name Kelly. I am a 38 year old disabled woman (degenerative disc disease, two back surgeries, one abdominal surgery). I current live in El Cajon, California and due to painful reasons I cannot voice, I must move NOW. I am trying to move up to the Bay Area as I have family and friends there.

I have saved $10,000 of my own money, but I need another $10,000 ASAP. I have found land on which to build a home. The land is $9700 for a .27 acre lot. No, that's not a joke. There are about 26 lots available within a sixty mile radius of San Francisco that are listed at/or below $25,000. While I am building, I intend to live in an RV. It's the most cost effective way to move right NOW and have a home of my own for the first time in my life. I have found a suitable and well priced RV for sale. The dealership has agreed to knock another $2000 off, so after fees and taxes, it would be $11,000.

First problem: My credit has been destroyed over the last three years due to medical bills that I put on credit cards (those financial issues are resolved, but still took their toll on my credit). All of my efforts to obtain any kind of financing have now been exhausted. My credit report is actually the lesser of the issues. It's the fact that I'm disabled, on a fixed income, and have no idea when or if I can return to work (I have requested clearance to return to work and have been denied repeatedly by three different doctors). This presents the biggest concern for lenders despite the fact that how little I need to borrow would constitute a monthly payment of only 17% of my income. It makes no difference if the loan is for the land or the RV. I am considered too much of an "unknown risk." And to answer an obvious question, yes my family has already pitched in as much as they can.

Second problem: With the $10,000 I have, I can either buy the land outright, or buy the RV outright, but not both. If I buy the land, I have no way to live on it. If I buy the RV, I have no place to park it to live in it. So, I am throwing my pride out the window and I'm asking for help. If you can and are willing to help, I would be extremely grateful. Every single dollar counts... So, if a dollar is all you can spare, I would still be just as grateful. At the point at which I own the land and the RV (and my car, which is paid off) this will be just enough collateral for a bank to loan me the $45,000 I will need for the cabin kit (it's a small cabin that comes to you in pieces and you put it together yourself.... think Ikea on a much larger scale, and much better quality; it is about $18,000), and the rest of the bank loan would be to connect to utilities and lay a foundation.

I want to make it clear that I am only asking for enough help to get me up to the Bay Area... 10K total. Once I have the minimum I need, this post will come down. I'm not asking for any more than I need to get the land and the RV at the same time. I'm not asking for ANY of the money I will need to build my home and connect to utilities. I can and want to take responsibility for that myself. I'm only asking for the kick-start I need... I've saved half my start up on my own. I need help for the last push to get me to my personal "Promised Land."

Thank you for taking the time to read about me and my situation... I hope that one day, when I am financially established again, I will have the means to come back here and help others the way I was helped in my time of need.

Kelly

PLEASE HELP ME. MY BABY & I ARE SO TIRED OF BEING HOMELESS..

I AM AN SINGLE MOTHER
PLEASE, ANY DONATON WILL BE HELPFUL
I NEED HELP TO BUY AN HOME OF MY OWN.
I AM SO TIRED OF LANLORDS THROWING ME AND MY BABY OUT IN TO THE STREETS, I LOST COUNT.
MY INCOME IS VERY-LOW AND I HAVE MEDICAL BILLS WHICH I CAN’T QUALIFY TO PURCHASE MY HOME.

PLEASE, PLEASE, HELP ME… ANY AMOUNT OF DONATION OR HELP THRU PAYPAL WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. THANK YOU & GOD BLESS.
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PLEASE HELP ME.I AM SO TIRED OF BEING HOMELESS.

I AM AN SINGLE MOTHER
PLEASE ANY DONATON WILL BE HELPFUL
I NEED HELP TO BUY AN HOME OF MY OWN.
I AM SO TIRED OF LANLORDS THROWING ME AND MY BABY OUT IN TO THE STREETS, I LOST COUNT.
MY INCOME IS VERY-LOW AND I HAVE MEDICAL BILLS WHICH I CAN’T QUALIFY TO PURCHASE MY HOME.

PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE… ANY AMOUNT OF DONATION OR HELP THRU PAYPAL WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED.
THANK YOU & GOD BLESS.
I NEED A HOME OF MY OWN. PLEASE DONATE.

I have never done anything like this before and I'm not expecting much of an outcome but here it is...

I am a 25 year old college student living at home with my parents to save some money. I am doing my best to stay ahead of the game as I continue working towards my degree in nursing. I also earn money and pay my own bills..

My mother suffers daily from bipolar disorder but refuses to seek help. I do my best to deal with her frequent mood swings by avoiding her at all costs but it's hard when you live with her. Everyday I am subjected to mental abuse calling me fat (which I'm not), lazy (I do all the household chores while she lays in bed all day)..At some points she has even thrown things at me or hit. One minute she is crying, then she may turn happy.. One night she was laughing and talking to me and within 20 minutes she started screaming and throwing things and calling me names again. Her moods are THAT unpredictable. I physically and mentally cannot do it anymore. My father turns the other cheek and does his best to ignore her but I can't. As of lately, I suffering from constant anxiety, headaches, and stomach pain. Miraculously, as soon as she isn't around, the symptoms alleviate themselves! I have a limited income as I finish up my degree but it's starting to cause my own depression feeling like there's no way out. I stay with friends as much as possible but there is only so much they are willing to do. I am a good person - hardworking, smart, and I know I have a lot going for me, but hearing these insults everyday.. I do not ask for much and anything you can spare is GREATLY appreciated. Please email me if you need more info :-) hellokitty5247@gmail.com God Bless!

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