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My daughter, mother, sister and myself are all that we have left. Lung cancer killed my dad, prostate took my grandfathers, breast took my aunts, colon took my uncles. I have cried everyday, all day. We have very little family and very little money. The funerals costs, the bills, took everything we had. We are flat broke. We are behind in all of our bills, rent,utilities, credit card and we really need help. My daughter is 7 and she cries and understands that we are very poor and we don't know anyone who we can turn to. I am begging with a sincere heart in hopes that any amount can be donated can save our small family and keep us going. I am constantly looking for work, but with my mom fixed income, my sister's disability and a young child I am always needed to get medicine, or to wash and clean my family and care for them. Any donation will sincerely be appreciated with humbleness and gratitude and I hope you will receive twice as much for your sympathy.

Hello, my name is mollie,I am 19 years old. I moved abroad to try and better myself and run away from my family problems at home in the UK.

Unfortunately my inexperience in the big wide world has landed me in the mud...
I have no money to return home, although there i would still face problems.

I have just heard about this internet begging and have managed to use someones laptop at a wifi hotspot to put this ad up.
I really need some money for rent and food, I WANT to work for my money but as I have no home or funds I cant even afford to wash my clothes, therefore no one will hire me (and I can hardly blame them)
I hope and pray that someone will reach out to help me. I want to make this better but sometimes with the best will in the world, you just cant do it alone.
please help me. thank you for reading

Hello, my name is mollie, I am 19 years old.
I moved abroad to try and better myself and run away from my family problems at home in the UK.
Unfortunately my inexperience in the big wide world has landed me in the mud...

I have no money to return home, although there i would still face problems.
I have just heard about this internet begging and have managed to use someones laptop at a wifi hotspot to put this ad up.
I really need some money for rent and food, I WANT to work for my money but as I have no home or funds I cant even afford to wash my clothes, therefore no one will hire me (and I can hardly blame them)
I hope and pray that someone will reach out to help me. I want to make this better but sometimes with the best will in the world, you just cant do it alone.
please help me. thank you for reading

Hello, my name is mollie,I am 19 years old and I moved abroad to try and better myself and run away from my family problems at home in the UK.

Unfortunately my inexperience in the big wide world has landed me in the mud...
I have no money to return home, although there i would still face problems.
I have just heard about this internet begging and have managed to use someones laptop at a wifi hotspot to put this ad up.
I really need some money for rent and food, I want to work for my money but as I have no home or funds I cant even afford to wash my clothes, therefore no one will hire me (and I can hardly blame them)
I hope and pray that someone will reach out to help me. I want to make this better but sometimes with the best will in the world, you just cant do it alone.
please help me. thank you for reading

Hello, my name is mollie. I came abroad to run away from my problems and start a new life for myself. I have no real family back at home and nowhere to go. I tried to make the best of my situation by working hard, but I have been conned and have ended up with no money and nowhere to live. I have tried to get back on my feet so many times but with no money, no one wants you. I don't even have enough money to wash my clothes, and no one will hire me because of it (which I hardly blame them for) I have resorted to begging online as a cry for help because I see myself going nowhere in my life. If this carries on much longer I don't even know how long I'll be around. I am not a begger, I WANT to work for my money like a decent person, but sometimes life just stops you and you run out of options other than to hope and pray for the decency of other people. please help me, I would be so thankful and would try to repay you the kindness you would have given me one day and share the success of whatever I can achieve with you. I just need someone to believe in me. Thank you for reading.

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did this every day for 5 ½ years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

im in desperate need for a washing machine! i wash my clothes in the bath tub and it dont even get them clean. i dont have the money to buy one but if anyone can help me out with one id really appreciate it. please help im tired of breaking my back

All the financial means that would've let my best friend/spirit sister be matron of honor at my wedding have fallen thru, in true Murphy's Law fashion. This is one of MANY snafus all draining joy from my wedding, the worst being my dad passing away. I'd forgo all the gifts on my registry if it meant my best friend could fly here for my wedding! (Please click the headline above for the full story. THANK YOU!)

In the North Dallas, Carrollton area in exchange for work

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

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

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

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

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

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

I suppose this could fit into so many categories. I am was a private teacher forced to quit when I went weeks without being paid what I was owed. I was evicted and am now without shelter, barely eating enough, and with not even any money at this point to wash clothes or myself. Anything will help. Thank you.

Im a 31 year old hard working mum, i recently got made redundant but after several months out of work i hve started temping. The money isnt great but its a job at the end of the day.....

My washing machine pretty much exploded last week, flooding my entire kitchen and hallway. Unfortuantly i dont have house insurance (as cannot afford it)!!! Im in need of a washing machine, all donations would be much appreciated. Would just love to be able to get a working machine to wash mine and my daughters clothes...

Thank you for reading :-)

I've decided to try and get help through donations http://www.giveforward.com/unbreakmyheart and funding http://unbreakmyheart2011.blogspot.com/from outside sources since every doctor I've seen in 2 years agree that I need the leads to my ICD (defibrillator) replaced; but shuffle me back to the original doctor and wash their hands of me.

I'm raising funds for ICD replacement surgery, to go see a HOCM specialist (Dr. Craig Asher) at Cleveland Clinic in S. Florida and to have advanced testing through Vanderbilt Autonomic Center in Tennessee.

I don't want to admit I need help; I've always been a strong, independent person who took care of everything and everyone. In August 2009, my whole world changed. After my procedure, I applied for disability and was turned down twice and had to hire an attorney. I went from being "super" mom, wife & friend and care taker of an Autistic son to being the one who had to be taken care of.

So how did I get to the point I have to ask others for help? Shortly before Father's Day 2009, I fell and broke my foot. When it didn't heal, I went to my primary with a broken foot and came out with a broken heart. After the shock wore off from the doctor telling me that I was going to die if I didn't have valve surgery; I started asking questions.

I didn't quite believe him and thought he was over reacting when he told me I was going to die because I walked and ran 3-5 times weekly and even did strenuous yard work. I felt fine and have 4 children aged 9-26 and kept up with them and stayed very active in things they did; but I was a ticking time bomb just waiting for the right time for my heart to stop.

He sent me to several specialists who said I had nothing really wrong, just some mild valve problems associated with aging; which was a huge relief. Everything seemed normal except my EKG's; they showed I had a huge amount of PVC's (premature ventricular contractions) roughly 50,000 “extra” heartbeats daily.

My heart didn't really beat fully; it only quivered like a bowl of jello day in day out. The problem with it beating like this is, the heart becomes very ineffective at pumping and your cardiac output drops and heart muscle damage can occur.

The cardiologist and electrophysiologist I saw did extensive testing and recommended more testing in the hospital. I went in for a sleep study, Tilt table test and EP Study with Ablation. The sleep study revealed I had moderately severe sleep apnea and my oxygen goes from 99% down to 73% at night making it very dangerous for me when I sleep.

The tilt table test was the first inkling that something dangerous was going on inside. I fainted and had no palpable pulse; which is a very rare thing to happen. I was diagnosed with Dysautonomia - Neurocardiogenic Syncope and Orthostatic Intolerance.
I then had an ablation to burn the extra pathways in my heart and get rid of the pvc's I was living with daily. I was told this would be a relatively easy process and given a 95% success rate to get rid of the extra beats completely but it never crossed my mind that anything would happen.

What preliminary tests failed to show, is the pattern and origin of my arrhythmias were in a very dangerous spot to ablate - the RV Apex – in the bottom thin underside of the heart.

During the EP Study, I went into cardiac arrest and my heart stopped completely with no rhythm they could shock (Asystole), some how it started again for a few minutes but then stopped again. They were able to shock me back to normal sinus rhythm and luckily, the third time it stopped; it restarted on it's own so I didn't have to be shocked again.

I was diagnosed with Polymorphic Ventricular Tachycardia; a very dangerous, life threatening arrhythmia. I stayed in the hospital for 4 days trying to find a cause and to be prepped for an ICD (implantable cardiac defibrillator).

It took a cardiac catherization to finally find the problem and to show I had HOCM (obstructive Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy) and internal high pressures in my valves.

My regular EP had to go out of town after the first procedure, so his partner had to do the implant; he wasn't as skilled as my regular dr and botched the lead implants.

When they checked the leads the next day before releasing me, they found a problem with the lead placement but the dr said it was "ok" and sent me home. Since then, I've had nothing but problems with the unit and been told by several other EP's I need to have the leads replaced and the ICD could be causing part of my problems.

Doctors think my other problems are related to HOCM (obstructive hypertrophic cardiomyopathy) and Autonomic nervous system failure and when I faint, my heart stops briefly causing damage each time this happens.

After the procedure, my body started failing from the damage it sustained the 4 times my heart stopped. My original cardiologist told me I would be in a wheel chair and totally dependent on others for everything by the time I'm 50; which is daunting because in March I'll be 45 and I can't deny the facts - my body is failing.

I was put on 10,000g sodium daily, water/fluid loading, Midodrine (insurance won't cover it $312 - 30 day supply), Propanolol, Pantoprazole, pain meds, suppression hose and binders as well as having to stay supine the majority of the day - which caused my heart failure to worsen and my EF (ejection fraction) to go down.

Nothing the doctor's have tried has helped, I still faint and my heart stops on a daily basis and I never know from one day to the next if something is going to trigger fluid build up and I have an acute attack.

In June 2011 I fainted falling into the side of my tiled tub, lacerating the side of my head in the process, severely sprained my neck and suffered a concussion. After that episode, I became a bit more cautious with every move I make because the dr found declining neurological functioning and mild brain damage; he said any more falls could lead to permanent major brain damage.

With so many previous medical bills and co-pays, I can't afford the 20% co-insurance to have my ICD replaced and Mayo Clinic wants a $5,000 deposit up front even with insurance. My ICD alone is $125,000, leads another $30,000 and then there's the doctor and hospital fees; which I won't know the cost until the procedure is done.

Each heart rhythm specialist and cardiologist I see tell me there is nothing more they can do after going over my history and treatments; I have a long hard fight to go and I have to just be thankful each day I'm alive. Some days I'm really glad I made it through, other days when the problems and pain take over; I wish the dr's had let me die.

I developed PTSD after the procedure, panic disorder and extreme agoraphobia. I went into such a deep depression over my health issues, I was afraid I would never see the lighter side of things again. I finally went to see a psychologist who prescribed Lamictal and diagnosed me with Bi-Polar disorder which has helped greatly but I still struggle on a daily basis.

One day we were just the “normal” every day family and the toughest thing we had to deal with is a child with Autism. Then; our whole lives changed in an instant we were dealing with mounting medical bills, expensive prescriptions, tests, appointments, loss of income and dealing with the possibility of death on a daily basis.

You just never know what the day may bring, so keep those you love close to you and never take one second for granted.
From the bottom of my heart thank you - even if it's support to say hey; I'm here if you need to talk or I know how you're feeling.

I've decided to try and get help through donations http://www.giveforward.com/unbreakmyheart and funding http://unbreakmyheart2011.blogspot.com/from outside sources since every doctor I've seen in 2 years agree that I need the leads to my ICD (defibrillator) replaced; but shuffle me back to the original doctor and wash their hands of me.

I'm raising funds for ICD replacement surgery, to go see a HOCM specialist (Dr. Craig Asher) at Cleveland Clinic in S. Florida and to have advanced testing through Vanderbilt Autonomic Center in Tennessee.

I don't want to admit I need help; I've always been a strong, independent person who took care of everything and everyone. In August 2009, my whole world changed. After my procedure, I applied for disability and was turned down twice and had to hire an attorney. I went from being "super" mom, wife & friend and care taker of an Autistic son to being the one who had to be taken care of.

So how did I get to the point I have to ask others for help? Shortly before Father's Day 2009, I fell and broke my foot. When it didn't heal, I went to my primary with a broken foot and came out with a broken heart. After the shock wore off from the doctor telling me that I was going to die if I didn't have valve surgery; I started asking questions.

I didn't quite believe him and thought he was over reacting when he told me I was going to die because I walked and ran 3-5 times weekly and even did strenuous yard work. I felt fine and have 4 children aged 9-26 and kept up with them and stayed very active in things they did; but I was a ticking time bomb just waiting for the right time for my heart to stop.

He sent me to several specialists who said I had nothing really wrong, just some mild valve problems associated with aging; which was a huge relief. Everything seemed normal except my EKG's; they showed I had a huge amount of PVC's (premature ventricular contractions) roughly 50,000 “extra” heartbeats daily.

My heart didn't really beat fully; it only quivered like a bowl of jello day in day out. The problem with it beating like this is, the heart becomes very ineffective at pumping and your cardiac output drops and heart muscle damage can occur.

The cardiologist and electrophysiologist I saw did extensive testing and recommended more testing in the hospital. I went in for a sleep study, Tilt table test and EP Study with Ablation. The sleep study revealed I had moderately severe sleep apnea and my oxygen goes from 99% down to 73% at night making it very dangerous for me when I sleep.

The tilt table test was the first inkling that something dangerous was going on inside. I fainted and had no palpable pulse; which is a very rare thing to happen. I was diagnosed with Dysautonomia - Neurocardiogenic Syncope and Orthostatic Intolerance.
I then had an ablation to burn the extra pathways in my heart and get rid of the pvc's I was living with daily. I was told this would be a relatively easy process and given a 95% success rate to get rid of the extra beats completely but it never crossed my mind that anything would happen.

What preliminary tests failed to show, is the pattern and origin of my arrhythmias were in a very dangerous spot to ablate - the RV Apex – in the bottom thin underside of the heart.

During the EP Study, I went into cardiac arrest and my heart stopped completely with no rhythm they could shock (Asystole), some how it started again for a few minutes but then stopped again. They were able to shock me back to normal sinus rhythm and luckily, the third time it stopped; it restarted on it's own so I didn't have to be shocked again.

I was diagnosed with Polymorphic Ventricular Tachycardia; a very dangerous, life threatening arrhythmia. I stayed in the hospital for 4 days trying to find a cause and to be prepped for an ICD (implantable cardiac defibrillator).

It took a cardiac catherization to finally find the problem and to show I had HOCM (obstructive Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy) and internal high pressures in my valves.

My regular EP had to go out of town after the first procedure, so his partner had to do the implant; he wasn't as skilled as my regular dr and botched the lead implants.

When they checked the leads the next day before releasing me, they found a problem with the lead placement but the dr said it was "ok" and sent me home. Since then, I've had nothing but problems with the unit and been told by several other EP's I need to have the leads replaced and the ICD could be causing part of my problems.

Doctors think my other problems are related to HOCM (obstructive hypertrophic cardiomyopathy) and Autonomic nervous system failure and when I faint, my heart stops briefly causing damage each time this happens.

After the procedure, my body started failing from the damage it sustained the 4 times my heart stopped. My original cardiologist told me I would be in a wheel chair and totally dependent on others for everything by the time I'm 50; which is daunting because in March I'll be 45 and I can't deny the facts - my body is failing.

I was put on 10,000g sodium daily, water/fluid loading, Midodrine (insurance won't cover it $312 - 30 day supply), Propanolol, Pantoprazole, pain meds, suppression hose and binders as well as having to stay supine the majority of the day - which caused my heart failure to worsen and my EF (ejection fraction) to go down.

Nothing the doctor's have tried has helped, I still faint and my heart stops on a daily basis and I never know from one day to the next if something is going to trigger fluid build up and I have an acute attack.

In June 2011 I fainted falling into the side of my tiled tub, lacerating the side of my head in the process, severely sprained my neck and suffered a concussion. After that episode, I became a bit more cautious with every move I make because the dr found declining neurological functioning and mild brain damage; he said any more falls could lead to permanent major brain damage.

With so many previous medical bills and co-pays, I can't afford the 20% co-insurance to have my ICD replaced and Mayo Clinic wants a $5,000 deposit up front even with insurance. My ICD alone is $125,000, leads another $30,000 and then there's the doctor and hospital fees; which I won't know the cost until the procedure is done.

Each heart rhythm specialist and cardiologist I see tell me there is nothing more they can do after going over my history and treatments; I have a long hard fight to go and I have to just be thankful each day I'm alive. Some days I'm really glad I made it through, other days when the problems and pain take over; I wish the dr's had let me die.

I developed PTSD after the procedure, panic disorder and extreme agoraphobia. I went into such a deep depression over my health issues, I was afraid I would never see the lighter side of things again. I finally went to see a psychologist who prescribed Lamictal and diagnosed me with Bi-Polar disorder which has helped greatly but I still struggle on a daily basis.

One day we were just the “normal” every day family and the toughest thing we had to deal with is a child with Autism. Then; our whole lives changed in an instant we were dealing with mounting medical bills, expensive prescriptions, tests, appointments, loss of income and dealing with the possibility of death on a daily basis.

You just never know what the day may bring, so keep those you love close to you and never take one second for granted.

From the bottom of my heart thank you - even if it's support to say hey; I'm here if you need to talk or I know how you're feeling.

Hi, I'm a single mother of 5 beautiful strong smart kids, 2 are in high school and 3 are in elementary school. I have a full time and no child support help at all. I'm not on welfare because according to them I don't qualify. I'm the only income comming into the household. Which I have gotten an eviction notice for a week ago. For the past 2 weeks we have been without our gas it has been cut off. Our apartment is real real cold we haven't been eating cooked meals since we have no has or heat or hot water. My poor kids have been showering at freinds houses or ill just wash their hair on the sink with cold water. I try no to spend on what is no neccessary like cable my kids would love to have it but they watch basic tv when we are able to get a good signal. My kids deserve a lot better. I can't cook warm meals or keep my kids warm this winter. It's a horrible feeling to see your kids have to endure such living arrangements. I was able to give them an ok Christmas but an everyday comfortable stable life is so so so hard to be able to provide. My kids have learned how to make the best of our situation. They read or play games with eachother to keep eachother busy. We sometimes just watch dvd movies together it keeps us warm and we get to watch tv. Please help me I'm so desparate my babies deserve a better life. I need to be able to give that to them. I work so so hard I feel helpless and often like a failure as a mother. I know someday we will be ok I hope and pray that I am put in a position to be able to return the blessing to someone in need. Thank you for taking the time for reading story, I hope and pray for my children and myself that we are able recieve some assistance in any way shape or form...

In the North Dallas, Carrollton area in exchange for work

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

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

For use of a vehicle I will:
Run Errands
Always leave gas level where I found it,
Keep a check on fluid levels
Wash and wax vehicle.
Detail inside.

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

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

STRICTLY PLATONIC NO HANKY PANKY OR NAUGHTY BUSINESS,
I am a good girl in need of a temporary place to stay and use of a vehicle to get back on my feet.

I'm asking for help in the general debt relief area. I live with 3 other roommates and one is pregnant and I'm the only one with a vehicle so I've been struggling trying to make sure I don't End up homeless because my roommates got fired and couldn't pay rent because they didn't have rides. Our weekly pay range from 70 dollars up to 250. I NEED to get out of this situation! I live in an apartment complex where my vehicle was vandalized and hit and run overnight. I can't get back into school because I can't catch up on my bills enough to save for school. I'm only 2 classes away from getting an associates in general business management, it's sad. I'm 25 and almost can't make a 200 dollar car note and 200 dollar rent?! I have 2 credit cards that add up to be 3,300 dollars and I've even had to be late to keep a roof over my head. I'm also hard of hearing (completely deaf in my left ear and partially deaf in my right) and my job is very loud and isn't helping that situation. I had financial aid for college but due to my move, I failed 2 classes and since I couldn't physically be at the school to drop my classes I am now on financial aid probation. My mother is going through a tough divorce where the guy is taking everything away from her... Even her home of 15 yrs (MY HOME) has to be sold because she only makes 25,000 a year and can't afford a 900 dollar mortgage (used to be 600 until her ex came along making alot of money). My grandmother is now helping her and she's going on 84... She shouldn't be having to deal with taking care of my mom and younger sisters and I'd like to be there but I CAN'T! Please, anything will help. As soon as I get caught up and able to save the 600 dollars I need for my classes I want to start putting money into my grandmothers account to help her and my family. Thank you ahead of time. Oh and also I'm quite tired of eating beans and cornbread and having to wash my clothes in the bath tub.

I don't know where to turn to but I am a mother of 3 young children (ages 4, 3 and about to be 2 years old). My husband has just left me and I have been looking for work but it has been hard because I have not worked since 2006 when I got pregnant with our first child. My oldest is also autistic and does not understand why Daddy is no longer at home with us. My husband left me with all of our bills unpaid and he also took our vehicle. The water was shut off this morning and today I received a disconnection notice for the electric bill. I am going to apply for assistance through welfare tomorrow but I am desperate and not sure what I am going to do because we will be homeless if I cannot get assistance immediately. I am out of diapers, wipes, bath wash and I am about to run out of food. I have no friends and no family around to help me. I have tried borrowing money off my family back east but they are not in a position to help me. Can someone please offer and advice/help or direct me to the right place please??? Thank you.

I don't know where to turn to but I am a mother of 3 young children (ages 4, 3 and about to be 2 years old). My husband has just left me and I have been looking for work but it has been hard because I have not worked since 2006 when I got pregnant with our first child. My oldest is also autistic and does not understand why Daddy is no longer at home with us. My husband left me with all of our bills unpaid and he also took our vehicle. The water was shut off this morning and today I received a disconnection notice for the electric bill. I am going to apply for assistance through welfare tomorrow but I am desperate and not sure what I am going to do because we will be homeless if I cannot get assistance immediately. I am out of diapers, wipes, bath wash and I am about to run out of food. I have no friends and no family around to help me. I have tried borrowing money off my family back east but they are not in a position to help me. Can someone please offer and advice/help or direct me to the right place please??? Thank you.

I don't know where to turn to but I am a mother of 3 young children (ages 4, 3 and about to be 2 years old). My husband has just left me and I have been looking for work but it has been hard because I have not worked since 2006 when I got pregnant with our first child. My oldest is also autistic and does not understand why Daddy is no longer at home with us. My husband left me with all of our bills unpaid and he also took our vehicle. The water was shut off this morning and today I received a disconnection notice for the electric bill. I am going to apply for assistance through welfare tomorrow but I am desperate and not sure what I am going to do because we will be homeless if I cannot get assistance immediately. I am out of diapers, wipes, bath wash and I am about to run out of food. I have no friends and no family around to help me. I have tried borrowing money off my family back east but they are not in a position to help me. Can someone please offer and advice/help or direct me to the right place please??? Thank you.

I don't know where to turn to but I am a mother of 3 young children (ages 4, 3 and about to be 2 years old). My husband has just left me and I have been looking for work but it has been hard because I have not worked since 2006 when I got pregnant with our first child. My oldest is also autistic and does not understand why Daddy is no longer at home with us. My husband left me with all of our bills unpaid and he also took our vehicle. The water was shut off this morning and today I received a disconnection notice for the electric bill. I am going to apply for assistance through welfare tomorrow but I am desperate and not sure what I am going to do because we will be homeless if I cannot get assistance immediately. I am out of diapers, wipes, bath wash and I am about to run out of food. I have no friends and no family around to help me. I have tried borrowing money off my family back east but they are not in a position to help me. Can someone please offer and advice/help or direct me to the right place please??? Thank you.

Hello every one,
My name is Michelle and here is my story:
I am 34 years old and my husband is 47 and we just found out that I am currently 11 weeks pregnant.
Although it is a precious gift from GOD it has come at a really bad time as we are currently homeless.
My husband works part time doing some maintenance, but it is only enough to get some gas for the lanterns, batteries and do some wash every week. I was laid off about 4 months ago due to down sizing and have not been able to find work and now that I am pregnant it will be hard for me to work as I am high risk and have been told I am suppose to be on bed rest.
My husband has a job waiting for him if he can only get to St. Loise.
That is why we are asking for some help in getting a motor home or Winnebago.
Also we will be taking a couple of friends with us so that they can be re-united with there 2 teen aged children.
If any one has one that is drivable please consider donating it to us. We would be extremely grateful to have it.
We are only asking for every one who reads this to donate just 1 penny to help us in our goal to get a motor-home or Winnebago.
Thanks for reading and may GOD bless you all.

I know there is other people like me but I need help. Me and my son was kicked out of my oldest daughter's house because i called the police on her husband for hitting a minor. Now I had to ask my exstep daughter and her family, if my son could stay with them and go to school until I get organized.He is staying there but I am homeless and have to sleep at the local recreation park area on some concrete.I take baths at the gym and have to hide my clothes in the bushes. My mother is in a retirement home because she has had MS for the past 35 years. I wash my clothes secretley there and have to resort to dumpster diving at the Winn-Dixie to get food. i recently found a wonderful woman on the internet, while I was taking a break from looking for jobs, and she wants to come stay with me. She has no one in her life and in need of money so we can get us a place for us and my son to live in together. I figure the rent, deposit, light deposit. food, and a $400 down payment on a used car and some beds to get started on would be around $1500-$2000. I am usually to proud to ask anyone for help but I am desperiate. THANKS BEN

In recent years I have put so much focus into taking care of the cost of living including rent, car costs, and medical costs for some unexpected health issues. My job does not offer health insurance and when I looked into out of pocket cost I just could not afford it. Health wise I am doing pretty well. But, even with daily care, including brushing, flossing and mouth wash my teeth proceed to decay. I try my hardest to care for my teeth, I do not smoke, I don't regularly drink alcohol, and I invested in a cyber-sonic tooth brush after reading about the over all benefits of using one. I maintain regular normal oral hygiene, but I have defined decay and pain.

I have a family history of poor dentition. When I was a child I used to have enamel treatments in which is they would put a layer of clear acrylic over my teeth once a year. It has been many years since those treatments. Another issue that compacts the pre-existing issues is acid reflux I suffer from while I sleep, which the dentist told me furthers the decay, especially in the back. My teeth desperately need care.

Recently one of my teeth began to hurt, I bought a few over the counter remedies and tried to deal with the pain in hopes it was temporary. The pain persisted so I decided visit a dentist. After examining me he told me the immediate problem was two abscessed teeth both needing root canals. Both teeth combined were $6300. I need far more work than that done and some of my teeth may be beyond repair.

They say the smile is the gateway to the soul. I want to feel comfortable smiling and talking. I don't want to wonder if someone see's my teeth. People shouldn't judge but they do. I just wish I could do what is needed to feel comfortable. At this moment, it seems such a difficult goal to reach. Please help me.