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I moved from the west coast to the east, to start a new life for me, I'm a25 year old female living in a small apartment with a roommate and her dog(ifound them in thepaper) after being in the new area for a week I found a good paying job and I was on cloud 9, then I got sick and spent a few days in the hospital, without insurance ( I had been at my job long enough to have it). I had to take a loan out on my car to help with my medical bills, that wasn't enough, so I was stuck making payments on my car, the hospital, my car insurance and my rent, my job laid everyone off on a Tuesday saying that it was closing, I never got a last check, its been a few months and I stopped paying for car insurance, and haven't paid my share of the rent in two months (my roommate understands but can tell she is getting tired) and I woke up yesterday to a tow truck taking my car, if you could please help me out while I'm down I'm just ashamed of how my life has gone.

I am in desperate need of monetary help! I am at risk of losing my home that I share with my granddaughter. While I am trying every avenue I know to try and praying constantly, I woke up this morning and began searching the internet for alternatives and found this site. Not sure if I was lead here or if it was purely coincidence but if you feel it in your heart to help us.. Please donate. God Bless each and everyone of you.

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.

I had surgery on January 16th and it went bad, I stopped breathing, I woke up 3 days later on ventilator and strapped to the bed. I was in the hospital for 3 weeks. I am home now, and my husband can't work because he has to take care of me. My Short Term Disability from work is only 50% of my base pay and I am not getting my monthly bonuses. Frankly, it's nowhere near enough to pay my bills. We have pushed out all of our bills and gotten extensions but those are about to run out.

I am asking for whatever God leads you to donate. This is the first time I have ever done anything like this, but I have 2 children at home and I do not want to lose everything. Once I get back to work, we'll be fine.

Hi. I am a low-income disabled woman in need of some financial assistance. In August 2009, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had surgery in October 2009 to remove both breasts along with reconstructive surgery. In December of '09, I started 6 rounds of chemo followed by 35 radiation treatments. Although the bills were astronomical, I was struggling along trying to pay them. My only income is social security disability. My healing was progressing until I developed a hernia from the reconstruction surgery (they took part of my abdomen along with my abdominal muscles to construct my breasts).

In Nov.'10, I had surgery to repair the hernia as well as the second phase of reconstruction to my breasts. I was to only be in the hospital overnight but due to complications, I ended up hospitalized for 2 weeks. I returned home the day before Thanksgiving but still was not doing well. The Sunday after Thanksgiving, the paramedics were called to take me to the hospital again. It was determined that I was in acute renal failure due to a bowel obstruction. I was in ICU for a number of days. While in the hospital, I was placed on dialysis with the hope that my kidney functions would kick back in. After another two weeks in the hospital, I was released to go home.

On New Year's Day of 2011, I began feeling ill again and was taken to the ER. After several tests, I was admitted again and scheduled for a colonoscopy to determine the problem. It was discovered that a section of my colon was almost completely closed off. I was scheduled for surgery to correct this. I Thought they would just remove the bad section, sew me up, and I could go home in a couple of days. I woke up with a colostomy which I had until April of 2011.

All this time, the medical bills were steadily racking up. On top of all this, Ever since the chemo treatments, my teeth have been feeling like they are about to fall from my head. The chemo did damage while undergoing treatments.

I would really appreciate it if I could receive some assistance in paying these bills and getting my teeth fixed. I am on a fixed income and can barely make ends meet. I receive food donations from time to time and that helps me tremendously with groceries.

September 2011: Had a nearly fatal motorcycle accident on Lucent Blvd. in Denver. The events leading up to the accident I am unclear of, all I remember is waking up underneith a car and couldnt move. I remember the ambulance showing up to extricate me. Apparently I had a shattered pelvis and a broken humorus. I also sustained another concussion. I never was a big fan of the helmet, in fact very rarely did I wear one. I just happened by chance to decide to wear one that day, if I hadnt I'd be dead. It used to be that I struggled to survive, now I struggle to exist. This account is by my wife:

On September 28th, 2011
My husband Trevan had an accident on is his way to an Interview and he was going on Lucent to get on to the highway on C470 and was not able to see with the dew on the street and sun glare. He didn’t see the car at the stoplights, going on to C470. Didn’t know or see that it was stopped at the light. The sun was so bad that he slammed right into the person in front of him and went over the handlebars of the motorcycle and over the person’s car and was found underneath the car. The Paramedics found him under the person’s car and had to pull him out from under it.

I got a call about 8:15 am from the fire department letting me know that my husband was in an accident. I was so scared I was trying to get my son ready for school and get my daughter ready to so I could take him. I was told that he was taken to Littleton Hospital and that I can call over there and get info on how he is doing. Instead of me calling the ER the ER nurse called me and gave me some info about what they are doing and what ER room they are taking him to. They took some x-rays and he couldn’t be moved because they were not sure about his back. So they did the x-rays in the ER. That is what the nurse told me that they were doing and that he was stable. The nurse also said if I could get to the hospital as soon as I could, it would be a good idea to come since the police and fire department was still there. I told her I would try. I called my mother in law to let her that her son was in an accident and I called my mom. There were other people that I called too. When I got there and I had to park so far in the back of the hospital that I had to ask for directions to get to the ER from the outpatient so I could be there with my husband. When I got there it was very hard to see what he looked like. He had a neck brace on and his left arm was all wrapped up like a present. He had a big gash on the inside of his right leg that was pretty wide and you could see the fat and it kept on bleeding. They would not take off the brace from his neck because they didn’t know what else was going on with him. I met the ER doctors and they told me that he is in quite bit of pain, and that he was starting to not know what happened off and on. I tried to see if he could tell me himself but could not remember. One of the ER doctors was very concerned about the blood in his urine so they took him to another place in the hospital to do some more tests on him. My mom in the mean time called me and told me that she was on her way to be at the hospital with me for support, I told her that I really need some comfort and to keep it together. When she got here Trevan was not yet taken to get tested yet so my mom said hi to him and ask him questions. Then with the ER nurses came in to take him for the tests my mom ask the nurse what kind of test that they were going to do on him and they said it is to check for internal bleeding. When Trevan was taken back we went to sit in the waiting room in the ER. My mom kept asking me questions but I could not answer any of them, because I have not been told about any thing besides what the nurse told me on the phone before I got there. I ask the nurses that were still around they’re about where his belonging were because I needed to know if his wallet and other things like ring and glasses was there. They handed me the beg that had his wallet and other things that they took off of him. I took the beg with me so I could go through it and see if every thing was still with him. His wedding band was in there his wallet was in there and socks and helmet was there too so I took it with me out to the waiting room. There was also a ticket that the police left in it too. My mom took a look at it to find out what all happened. It just said it was his fault but we didn’t think it was his fault, but later on we did fine out it was his fault but we took care of it for him while he was in the hospital. While we were waiting Trevan’s mom came with my daughter to see him but he was still not back in the Trauma room. After a while they finally moved him to a room so we all went there. They took him to the ICU and we had to keep our hands clean at all times coming and going. Trevan was put on many powerful pain medicines for the pain. He was put on dilaudid and he was on that for a while but then he was inching so bad that they took him off of that and put him on morphine he was a little better but still was itching like crazy.

Doug and Jan drove out here on Wednesday night they didn’t stop except for brakes and gas but they drove all the way through so could see Trevan. They arrived at the hospital at 3:30 am. Trevan didn’t remember that his dad and step mom came to see him the first night. I told him twice that they were here and he just didn’t remember it. Every one came to see Trevan everyday Doug and J, Karen and John Hager, Kehli, his mom Beverly. Doug and Jan were here for four days and they were here also for the surgery. We had a lot of people in the waiting room Beverly and our kids, me, and Doug and Jan. I was happy that I had that many people there with me because I was very upset.

October 1st 2011
Trevan had his surgery on both the pelvis and the humerus bone. The doctor started with his pelvis first he said it was the quick one and that Trevan didn’t loose much blood with that one. Then the doctor moved Trevan to another table to do the other part of the surgery. He lost a little bit of blood when they did his surgery on the arm they had to give him two pints of blood. The doctor did come out to tell us the update as he did them and how everything was going. He showed us before and after x-rays. The doctor did a great job of fixing Trevan up. Then after the surgery was done he was in recovery room for about an hour and a half. They moved Trevan to his room afterwards and he still was not doing hot. He kept saying that the room was moving and it made him sick. He tried to keep his eyes closed but it made him even feel worse. He also kept asking for ice chips which I feed to him as much as I could. He was better by the evening, he didn’t feel dizzy any more. Family kept coming to see him and tell him that they love him and pray that he will heal quickly. I stayed with him every night after the surgery to keep an eye on how he was doing. He didn’t remember a lot of things, which in some ways it is good but in some ways it is bad. I think a lot of it had to do with the pain medicine that the doctors was giving him. A nurse told me that it could happen with the medicine could make you forgetful depending on what kind of pain medicine.

October 4th 2011
While Trevan was at the hospital he did fall. He hit his head agents the closet that was in his room. The nurses found him on the floor. They did say that when he fell he landed on his right side and that they don’t think he hurt him self, but he did hit his head when he went down. I asked them if they were going to see if he did any damage, and they said that he didn’t and couldn’t do that much damage because the way he fell. I asked them if he hurt any thing else and the nurse they checked him over and asked him questions and didn’t see any evidence that he had any more damage to what he already had. I asked to if they did any test to see. They said they didn’t do any other tests on him because they didn’t want him to be exposed to any more radiation from the x-ray machine. He was getting out of bed by his self with out any help, which he was not supposed to do that. That is why when he fell they put a bed alarm on his bed so they would know at all times that he gets up, for his safety.

October 5th 2011
During that time while he was a Littleton hospital they were trying to find a rehab place for him so he can start getting back on his feet. They did find one and they had him transferred from Littleton to Porter hospital. Before he left I told him that I would see him later that evening and so will his mom and kids. He said ok and they he was gone. That evening Beverly and the rest of us call daddy from his mom’s phone to let him know that we are coming to see him but we were going to stop and get something to eat on the way up to the hospital. Then while we were eating at Wendy’s he calls me on my cell phone and asks if we were still coming I told him yes. I asked him did you even remember that we called you before and told you that we were coming he said no he didn’t remember. While he was on the phone with me still we asked him if he wanted us to bring something for him. He said yes. We brought him a hamburger and a frosty. When we got to the Porter hospital and got to his room we noticed it was very small and odd shaped. He had a window but in the wrong place or the room was just in the worst place. It looked like a bad shaped L and had no flow to it. I asked Trevan on how he was doing and he said tired and in pain. I said you just been through a lot and it will take a while to heal. Then we gave him is food and let him eat while we also talked to the nurses that were taking care of him there. We also ask that if there was a way for a cot to be put in there so I could stay with him some of the times. They said yes that they will get one in the room the next time I come up to see him. I said thanks. They also had a bed alarm on his bed and his wheel chair that he was using. I am happy that they had that on there but the moment that he got up to use the urinal that the alarm went off. And he didn’t feel comfortable with them always coming in and him not able to potty when he wanted too. When he is in the bed but keep it on when he is in the wheel chair because he could not remember to lock his brakes before he transferred form the wheel >chair to bed or just getting up to stand.

October 6th 2011
Trevan calls him mom to get my number to be able to call me. He talked to her for a while and he also asked if we were coming to see him, and also asked if we knew where he was. His mom said yes she knew and asked him if he remembered that we were the other night. He said no and also said that we weren’t there to see him. Which we were there but he just didn’t remember that we were all there his son and daughter me and his mom. He forgot the entire evening and event that we even were there to see him the night before. His mom said to him that we were all coming to see you again tonight so we will see you later. The same day I went to take our van to get the oil changed in it and found out that there was a clucking sound and they told me that it was not safe for me to keep driving it. They said about a week or two would be all I should drive it. I called my dad and asked if he knew any one that I could take my van to get an idea on how much it would cast to get it fixed. This was all the same day that I was going to see Trevan at the hospital. They didn’t want me to drive it anymore until it was fixed. So Beverly had to take me back and forth to and from the hospital for a while. After Beverly got off work we all got in to the car and drove up to the hospital. We asked the nurses if there was any way for Trevan to watch movies other than watching TV all the time. They said yes and told us there is a TV, VCR that is on a cart that can go into their room to watch movies and only VHS tapes only no DVD’S. So mom went into the lunchroom and looked at all the movies and wrote down all the ones that Trevan would be interested in watching. After she was done she brought the list to Trevan to see and to know that he had choices. Then we went home and told Trevan that we will see him later the next day. Then said our good-byes.

October 7th 2011
There was a lot of thing going on this day that I don’t want to go through again. I had to take my van to a place that my sister in law told me about. I made my appointment with them the day before and they wanted me to bring it back today and get it fixed. They even said that it was not safe at all. I left it with them to fix it in the morning. Then I came back home and had more things to do. I had to run around back and forth using my mother in laws car which was ok she was taking care of my daughter and my niece so I got thing done and I was able to relax a little bit. We all went to see Trevan that evening. We had to go and pick up my van after we picked up dinner. Then we left to see Trevan. When we got there into Trevan’s room he looked really tired and in a bit of pain. We got an extra hamburger so we gave it to him so he could eat it. Of course he at it all up. I changed the channel and found shreck the movie and we all watched that with Trevan. The nurse cam in to see how he was doing. He said that he needed more pain medicine, also needed to have his depends changed. The kids and grandma left outside the room while he was getting changed. After he got settled again the kids came back in and they were getting rowdy so I ask Beverly to take the kids home. They gave their daddy a kiss and left. That night I stayed with him and he kept on asking if the nurse had given him his pain medicine. I told him yes that they did give you your medicine. I asked him if even remembered it and he said no. He asked me 4 other times to while I was there. When it was time for him to have another dose of medicine I said to use the call button that is what it is there for instead of me always running in and out of his room to let the nurses know that he needed more medicine. I stayed with him all night it was very hard for me to hear. When Trevan would fall to sleep he would start dreaming and breathing heavy then wake up crying and then fell back to sleep. It would go on about 5 times at night. I think it was nightmares and when he wakes up he would not remember any of it.

October 8th 2011
The nurses were coming into see how Trevan was doing. He had his breakfast and pain medicine. After breakfast the therapist came in to take him to do some therapy stuff. He worked on the ramp with wheel chair going up and down with keeping control with his feet. The first round was 35 minutes. Then comes back and rests for a half-hour and goes again for 30 minutes. Then he came back and rested and had lunch. Then he went with another therapist and goes and has a shower, but after a while he came back. The nurses told me when they came back with Trevan that the cut on the inside of the right leg came open while they were helping him with his shower. He lost a little bit of blood but it hurt him quite a bit. So two nurses came back. One was pushing him and the other on putting pressure on the wound. When he was back in the room he looked like a ghost, and looked very tired. Then his nurse came in to put a different kind of bandage on his leg. By the end of the day he had color back in his face and was doing better. That day and evening he didn’t know that I was staying with him. I was with him at the hospital since Friday night, to Sunday evening. I will be going home on Sunday night.

October 9th 2011
The nurses and doctors decided not to have therapy because Trevan gave them a scare. So they just let him rest and let the wound heal some more before he did any more. I watched him sleep and he has the bad dreams again all day, and all night. I woke up every time he had the dreams. I counted how many times he would wake up and go to sleep again. It was hard to hear too. When he did wake up I would ask if he remembered any of it. He would say No. I did let the nurses know what was going on with Trevan and also asked him to keep an eye out and check on him. I also asked them to keep a record of it too. I left the evening so I could take care of my kids the next day. My mother in law had to work and had to keep Sarah with me. I said my good-byes. I asked the nurses to keep me in formed on how he did through the night.

October 10th 2011
Trevan told me that he had therapy and that he was in some pain. He was up in the wheel chair and bed. He was learning how to put socks and underwear, shorts and shirt on by him self with out help and doing it all by with one hand. He did OK is what he said. It is hard for him to remember which arm to do in first. The nurses said try to remember left first than over the head than right arm. Then put your glasses on so you can see. He said he would try to remember. Then I went home. He also saw the doctor and asked for Ibuprofen.

October 11th 2011
I got to the hospital to see Trevan about 7ish. He looked tire but also happy to see me. He said to me when I can in “I was wondering when you were going to be here” I said I had to take care of the kids first. In the morning he did therapy then he has lunch and after he had lunch he did some more activities he had u ride outside and played scrabble to get his mind working on thinking. That is what he did during the day when I was not there to see him during the day Trevan had therapy and looked somewhat tired when I got there, he was also in his wheel chair. He ate all the tacos that his mom got for him. After we got done eating he was in a lot of pain. He asked for more pain medicine and he could not get any more ibuprofen. So they gave him percocet for the pain. All we did while I was there with him we talked and watched TV together. Was late when I left to go home and care for my kids.

October 12th 2011
I went to see Trevan about 7ish again. He did a lot of thing in the morning it was all written down so I knew what he did. Which he was to do every day for his memory issues that he has. He had breakfast then he had PT. He did exercises with his legs. ST. tested him it scored 20 out of 25 on the cognitive tests. Then he did some transferring using one leg, 2-½ lbs. on the other leg (right leg all weight and partial weight on the left.) After lunch he did the walker, wheel chair, shower, teeth and hair. All of this info that I keep getting is what he writes down for his memory reminder. I took a look at him and asked him how he is doing, He said he is in a bit of pain. A lot of pain was mainly in the arm. He asked for some pain medicine and he started to fall to sleep. So I told him that I would head home and take care of the kids. He said to tell them that he loves them. I said ok.

October 13th 2011
Just reading his report that he wrote. He did getting in to his wheel chair to go to the toilet, Independence Square and weight. That was his activities during the day and he also had another stitch pop and his leg started bleeding again. That is what he told me. It is covered with gaze. I was happy that they did put that on there to protect it better. He has been sleeping better. They aren’t using the walker with the plate form because of his bad left arm. He is balancing so much better on his right leg which I am very proud of him. I noticed while I was there he didn’t remember that he had his pain medicine which they did give it to him. But they could not give him any more until 9:15 PM. And it was about 8:20 PM when he asked for more pain medicine.

October 14th 2011
Trevan woke up around 5:45 am having pain in his arm and needed to be changed. Found out that Dr. Bess has not released him from putting more weight on his left leg. It will be 30% weight for a while. At a little bit after 9 this morning went for a wheel chair walk. He sat in the wheel chair and used his right foot to move him forward and his right hand also help him to move forward in the direction that he needs to go. He went around the hallway twice. Then after he did that he came back to his room, so after that another person came in and took him down to the shower. Both of us were in the shower room with the nurse getting him ready and helping him stand only on one leg. He could not put much weight on the left leg. After every thing was off the therapist helped him sit on the shower/ tub chair. We both helped him get cleaned up, but we made sure he did most of the cleaning up. He did well at listening to me and stayed seated until we needed him to stand to pull up his pants. He only used his right leg to stand on and his right arm to pull up. I told him if he comes home he is going to have to listen and wait until I can come and help him. I didn’t want him to fall again and end up in the hospital again. After the shower we went back to his room to rest for a few minutes. Then he went to do more moving therapy. He did hopping on the right leg and using the parallel bars with the right arm to and from the wheel chair. Then he did some bumping up and down on the stairs. They would not do any more of them for a while because it tired him out so much. We did not know when he would be able to come home yet. We were going to have someone come by to take a look at the house and see if he can come home. Right now it is set for wed. But it is not set in stone. I am planning to stay the night again and leave about 8:15 am to watch my daughter. Then I will be back to stay with him again that evening.

October 15th 2011
This is what Trevan did for the day, leg/ hip exercises, control wheelchair up and down ramp. ST- did memory strategies, put a picture with info, and writing down notes. OT- watched him do his brushing his teeth, getting dressed, independence square (cashier, shop, and sandwich) memory. That is what he did and also found out he has a urine infection. He slept a little bit, was up having to go to the potty all night, had to remind him mot to put any weight on his left leg. He said that he was not but I doubt it. I was watching him. After he was done he was always putting weight on the left leg every time he pushed his butt back in the bed. I am very worried about that. I did tell the nurses to keep an eye on him that he was having issues with him having to pee all the time. Since he had the infection. They said that they would keep watch and see how he does through the night.

October 16th 2011
Trevan had a bad day at remembering this day. I just don’t remember what he forgot because I was also very tired this day also.

October 17th 2011
We brought Trevan home to do the home inspection so we could find out what we all needed to do and what to get for the house, so Trevan can come home. We didn’t want him to get injured any more than what he is now. When we got to the house the two nurses had to lift him and the wheel chair up the stairs since we didn’t have the ramp up quite yet. We did tell them it would be up once we know what day we could get help. While Trevan was still sitting in the wheel chair he had to use the restroom. He did try to get in the restroom which he did do just fine, but when he was ready to get back out and into the wheel chair he almost fell in to the wheel. So they deiced not to have him use the small bathroom.

Well here it goes ,6 years ago I had such pains that I could not stand anymore and I went to the hosiptal and they said I had kidneys and the blockage was by my bladder, I was in the emergency room for 2 day and the hospital for 5 days due to and infection and lithotripsy to break up the stone, when I came back from them doing this proceedure I was in bed and the guy across the room woke me up, I had blood on me and the bed and dripping on the floor ,They gave me a blood transfusion and I now have fibromyalgia and now am disabled ,I and on social security and it is not enogh money to save to buy a home,I can fucntion normally during the day but sometimes I need meds to keep going but I do not let that get in my way, a Friend of mine died last year and I always liked his house which was a one family and now it is a three and it is now going for a reasonable price and I would like to buy it,I need a down payment of at lease 5,000 dollars to get it seeing the house is now at 57,000 and they said to make an offer ,I cannot make an offer if I have no money to put down ,Please help me it has income after I get into it and I can survive after that ,Is there anyone who can help me
Thanks in advance for reading my story

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Your Truly Desparate

As They Say God Always Helps Those Who Can Help Others

Starting at the beginning is going to be tough since I really don't know where all of my troubles started, but I am pretty sure it started when the company went bad. Here is what I do know. I can't find a good paying, full time job to save myself. Literally.

I asked my pastor to pray for me and I asked God to help me find people to help me. I woke up late last night a discovered cyber begging. I have a part-time job, but it doesn't pay the all the bills.

A little about me. I have three kids at home. They are all in school. I work part-time in Jax Beach at a well known world wide retailer. I make $7.75 and hour and work around 20 hours a week. I have two college degrees and I am taking classes in accounting because I can't find work in my field. Most of the temp agencies told me if I knew Quick Books and bookkeeping the would have a job for me. Now that I know QB and learning bookkeeping they have no job. I have been on two interviews with the same company in the last month with a "we will hire you, but not right now." My husband is working out of town, so we have to maintain two house holds.He sends what he can. We are both working. We Are Trying.

Questions and Answers:
How much do you want from me? A dollar or two. Not much but a little from a lot of people adds up.

Are you going to tell us who you are?
No, because I don't want my kids getting teased again. I took them to food donation place and there was a classmate there who was nice enough to let the whole school know. We didn't asked to be here, it just keeps getting worse.
I have a Facebook page, Spare a Dollar, where you can follow me and see how I am using the donations. I will post screen shots of transactions or pictures of the money orders. I will post receipts of where I spent money too. I am working on learning bookkeeping so this will be real world experience of account for money.


What do you need:
Here is the list:
The first $100 will pay My JEA bill. I pay this online so I will post a screenshot for you.


$360 will pay my Att bill Jea Bill and buy a Gallon of Milk.

$1170 will pay my rent, Att and JEA Bill and buy milk.

$3560 for to catch up on November bills and enough to by food, pay December's bills and get my husband home for Christmas.

$6270 to Catch up on November bills, buy food, pay December's bills, husband home for Christmas, and January's Bill. Now if things work out, I might have a full time job come January 1st.

$10,000 to Catch up on November bills, buy food, pay December's bills, husband home for Christmas, and January's Bill. IF things don't work out I need around $3500 to move to where my husband is.

Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

It all started 5 years ago on June 17, 2006. . .a day I will remember for the rest of my life. It was the day before Fathers Day and we were driving with our 14 month old son to his grandmothers house when and SUV ran a stop sign slamming into us causing our vehicle to roll landing upside down. They say my fiance (my sons father) was partially ejected and killed instantly.

He didn't have life insurance, and since we were only engaged, there were no survivors benefits and so it was just me, my 14 month old, two dogs, and an old house built in 1927 and a laundry list of repairs that needed to be done.

After my fiance died, I think a part of me just shut down. There was so much to deal with. . .working full time, being a single parent with no support. All my family lives 6 hours away, and my fiances family never wanted anything to do with us and after the accident all communication stopped and I was alone.

So, I shut the doors to the upstairs of our two bedroom Cape Cod, and made my bed on the Living Room couch so that I could rock my son in his bouncy chair everytime he woke at night. . .on average 4 times a night.

I did the best I could over the years. During all this my Dad was a huge emotional support for me. We talked every day, he encouraged me to stay strong and I did the same for him (he was diagnosed with milodisplastic syndrome in 2005)his blood transfusions really took a toll on him and his physical weakness really depressed him. I know he worried about me alot because I would always call him for advise on how to fix things or ask him questions about car stuff. He was my rock and he died October 4, 2008 from complications with pneumonia. He was buried on his birthday October 8 when he would have been 56.

His death is still hard to handle. My rock my best friend and advisor was gone and now I realized I was truly alone. Not only did I not have anyone to help me with my son, or with the house or the car, but now I didn't have anyone I could really talk to that could just listen and be my guide.

All this happened so suddenly. My now 3 year old son and I stayed up North for a week after my Fathers death. There was a lot of planning and funeral arrangements to be made that during the midst of all this, 6 hours away in my little Cape Cod were the two dogs. . .Joe, a shepard and chow mix, and Rex, a shepard and Rotti mix left to their own devices. All I could do was pray that the damage wouldn't be too terrible.

I tried calling a neighbor to check on the dogs, but in our unexplained absence the dogs became extremely protective of the house and wouldn't let anyone it.

When we finally came home, there was definately a mess. I had to rip up all the carpet by myself the stench was horrible and the dust and dirt under the padding from 10 year old carpet caused more than one sinus infection. After a month I had all the carpet ripped up and have not been able to replace it.

After working and saving and with help from my Mom, in 2009 I was able to hire a Contractor that had been highly recommended to me by a friend of mine. He raved about how great they were and what a good job they did for him. We had a contract for about $19,000. This was to replace all the windows, replace the kitchen cabinets, new countertop, appliances, paint, everything the house needed after being neglected for over 10 years. So they came and painted and left. Six months later they came back with 5 of the 13 windows, installed the windows, but left the casements on the inside open and torn leaving exposed the Lead Paint and the original wood framing. Then in August 2009, they had the kitchen cabinets delivered to my house and they were stored outside on the porch. I called and called to find out when they would be put in, and no response. They stayed outside through the Fall and through the winter when we got three feet of snow and I called and begged and sent text messages and one day their phone number was disconnected. Then in June 2010 they called me!! They would come install the cabinets. So they came and tore out the stove and the kitchen sink and installed the cabinets and put a slab on granite down so I could have a work area and said they would be back with the stove and dishwasher and sink. They never came back. So I had kitchen cabinets and no stove, no sink, no dishwasher. Then in July, Rex, the Rotti Shepard mix got really sick. The vet said he was starting kidney failure. They kept him and did IV treatment and got his kidneys functioning and they said he need a bland diet of boiled chicken and rice. I had no stove. I tried calling the contractors I yelled, I begged, I sent text messages and finally out of desparation I went and bought the cheapest stove I could just to be able to boil water for my dog.

The dog survived, but his survival was short lived. In October 2010 on the anniversary of my Fathers death, I had to put the dog to sleep. He was suffering from the samething my father had. He couldn't produce red blood cells anymore and would have to live off of blood transfusions. One of the hardest choices I've ever made.

Now here we are in 2011. Memorial Day I almost lost my now 6 year old son in a near drowning incident at a friends pool. Thank God the husband knew CPR and was able to revive him. He stayed overnight in ICU for monitoring but he is now a happy healthy 1st grader.

Me. . .I'm barely keeping it together. I can't afford to take care of my home. The carpet was never replaced and there is a horrible draft in the Winter and the Lead Paint is still exposed. The upstairs windows are leaking and there are water spots on the ceiling. There is a 4" crack in the basement foundation wall that goes all the way down the wall and across the basement floor to the other side of the house. I was told that the footing is slipping and that it was only a matter of time before the house caved. The gutters are falling off the house from age and the deck rails are falling off. I fear for our safety, but mostly, I'm afraid for my son. I want to give him a safe and healthy environment, but I need help.

Please, if there is anyone out there that can help us, I would be eternally grateful. In the meantime, I will keep praying and belive that everything happens for a reason.

I am 65 years old. 20 years ago I fell on a patch of ice I managed to dislocate my right shoulder chronically
and broke a few ribs. a few moths later I herniated 3discs in my lower spine and of course damaged a nerve or two
Leaving me unable to stand or walk. It took me 15 years but i finally managed to walk
very short distances with the aid of a back support and a cane. Along the way I developed type2 diabetes and of course while I was stumbling around I tripped and dislocated the other shoulder.
So back to the Chair for a while. I started coughing and could not find anything that stopped the coughing.
My doctor says I have asthma. So now we add an inhaler to the lengthening list of drugs.

Then when I finally start to get out of the chair I developed chest pains and shortness of breath.
I went into a heart hospital for the scope threw my inner thigh so they could see how bad my arteries were. Because I failed the stress test completely. Whatever they saw that morning was pretty bad. They kept me sedated and the next morning I had Quad Bypass surgery - - They could not figure out why I was not dead.
There was very little blood getting threw my heart.

I woke up 3 days later with tubes every where. There was a large incision and they used wires to hold my breastbone together.
The years I spent in a wheelchair took a toll. .....It seems the human body is not designed to remain sitting all the time.
I am 6ft -250 lbs.
So of course Two years later the wires unraveled, tore lose or broke.
They cut me open on the same scar and after a bone graft they put in 3 large titanium plates with 34 screws.

I t now costs $1500 per month for insurance (just for me plus whatever my wife has to pay for herself.)
Between the mortgage and my drugs and the thousands for copays on the two surgeries We have nothing in the bank and my wife still owes over $60,000 in student loans.

But, you know -I just have to hang around to see what the hell happens next.
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The only thing I can do is ask for your help. Even a dollar or two would make a difference.
Thank you

I am ashamed to that it has come to this. I need help so badly it seems so unreal... I don't know how it go this bad...
I am a 25 years old and I have a 2 year old, who brings such happiness to me. I rent a house for $300.00 a month. seem good deal right. That's what I thought while I was pregnant with my son. I had to move out of a apartment complex because they upped the rent to $850.00 a month for a 1bed/1bath and I still had to pay all the utilities. That was coming out way to high for me, know I had a little on on the way. I canceled my contract 3 months before it was up and I go A huge penalty bill for that, but I had no choice. I packed every thing I owned and move to a really really bad part of the city. It was 2am so I just went in with a blanked and a pillow and crashed on a couch that was left behind by some Tweakers. When I woke up I started to bawl. The front door was not Even a front door, it was a temp door that you find a a construction site. Th wall between to living room and kitchen was gone and the support beams were being held by a 2x4, The ceiling was sagging. the kitchen had water damage and the celling was dripping black water. The counter tops was pieces of plywood with wallpaper nailed to it. The bath hall bathroom was nasty like "stuff" all on the tub side wall and spoons that looked burnt? not sure on that but there were needles there. the three rooms not so bad a little drywall work and done. that master bath (if that was what was supposed to be) was backed up black mold? and something dead int the shower part. I called the lad lord and he said "you signed to contract knowing what was wrong". I reminded him of what he told me you said a LITTLE bit of work, Like little patches here and there... he told me you signed it and it said you were to fix up the house for part of the rent and pay 300 for the last bit. fine any how. the whole time I have been here it has be fixing on the house and trying to nurse a baby and work to pay the bills. 2 years down the line the roof leaks every time it rains, I landlord was so kind to replace toe swamp cooler for an AC. That gave me a $900.00 bill, because the house has so many cracks and leaks, it was cooling the out side world too. The hall bathroom tub has a cracked pipe under it and the wall around the spigot started to degrade. the cracked pipe leaks in to the master bathroom and floods part of the master bedroom. I could not pay my gas bill so I had to turn it off, but I boil our bath water to bathe. Work has slowed down so bad and I used all my unemployment to barely keep my head above the water. Now that it is gone... my rent is backed up to 1200.00 I still have to pay 900.00 for electric. I applied for food stamps but budgets had been cut back for the state that I get 150.00 for the month. so I applied for WIC and it gives us a little bit (two gal of milk, a loaf of bread, and 6.00 worth of veggies along with the cheese and peanut butter) I went and got a food box but there was not much ( a bit of pork, 6 mystery cans, and crunchy hamburger buns) all this was to last us for the month. I had to cut back to one meal a day so my son can have his 3 meals and 2 snacks. but lately I have gone with out eating but only once every two days. It hurts bad to do that. I lost 50lbs from this, I mean I looked at it positively, I kinda needed it. but my clothing dont fit any more, they hang on my body or fall off my waist and Now that winter is coming along... I cant get fall/winter clothing for my son, I am okay, I guess I have coats that work for me, He dose not fit any thing that he had last winter. I feel like I am a horrible mother, that cant even get her child clothing and I cant lose our home even tho it is old, run down, leaky, and falling apart. It is still a place that we can be safe for the elements of the outside world. I Have tried asking my mother to help us but she is having a hard time, too.
I am sorry to bother and ask y'all for some help. I am so very sorry, But I have to do what I can to help my son, so he dose not have to worry about when his next meal is or if he is going to be warm enough. I want him to say innocent as long as possible. No child should have to grow up so fast and leave their childhood behind. He is to young to know how harsh and hard the real world is. I want to see him smile over the smallest things at life, It makes all this worth it... for him. Please anything will help us. I will be so ever thankful and know that there still are people out there that have a heart and would show it to the world. Thank You for your time and Thank You for being so kind enough to read this. Thank You from the bottom of my heart.

Hi, my name is April May Johnson, As I have located this site, I can validate all information that I am submitting here is true honest information, along with my lawyers contact name and info.I am a single mother of my son who is 11 years old for four years now, with a boyfirend I have had for 10 months now who is deployed here in the south for the oil spill serving his time to give us a cleaner gulf and make our waters cleaner and safer. Both of us chrisitans have big hearts and accepted people in our lifes that have done nothing but stole from us and even let there envy tear us apart. My nightmare started the day after my birthday when my sister and my babysitter changed my whole life and took everything from me. I was sleeping upstairs when the law came and arrested me and I was totally oblivious. My babysitter whom was downstairs on my computer messaging my sister, had woke me up crying saying we were going to jail I totally confused just waking up walked downstairs immediately to my open door and walked outside to five guns pointed at me and telling me I was under arrest. I had never been in trouble my entire life, I have and now had a perfect record, and never would hurt anyone, everyone in my community knows me and knows that i would give the shirt off my back. Well 'i was arrested and charged with distribution of drugs and put in jail with a 100000 bond, I still confused after six days of being in local jail had finally gotten bailed out and found out that when my babysitter, which had kept my son the night prior nat my apartment because it was my birthday and me and my boyfriend had rented a suite to have a nice relaxing night for my birthday, had been making drugs and had all this hidden in the attic of my home. Totallu unaware I walked out of my home with five guns half asleep when my 11 year old son watched these cops throw me around on the concrete like a rag doll, scraped my skin all up, and slammed me head first into the ground screaming and fighting these cops to quit hurting his mommy. Totally unaware of what this girl had in my attic I was telling hese cops to search my home I had nothing to hide while they were being cruel and jerking me all around in hang cuffs. It was trultuey the worst day of my life. Helpless and handcuffed, crying, hurting and wanting nothing more than to comfort my confused son, I laid there helpless trying to figure out what was going on. The babysitter soon had came out of my apartment behind me with her hands up stating that there was stuff in my attic and stating also to the cops it was all mine. I was flabbergasted, freaked out, and speechless. I didnt have a ground to stand on.The apartment was in my name and she blamed everything that was in my attic she had been doing the night before the arrest on myself. So hours later I am taking to jail when much to my knowledge I was notified in jail that they released the babysitter, which was a third time felon in drug court, and on parole which i was unaware of. So six days had past and i was stuck in jail crying, in vigorous pain from the freezing cold temperatures and from sleeping on the concrete cause there was no bed in the holding cell i was locked up in with 11 other girls. It was six days later my parents were finally able to bail me out and my father had to put up his week vacation and sale things to be able to do. I came home and was notified that the very next day after my arrest my apartment was broken into and robbed of everything me, my son, and my boyfriend had owned. Down to our clothes, we had lost everything. After a few days things started to surface, i was completely positive that I was clean, had passed the drug test and prayed that God would bring to the surface any proof to prove that I had been set up. Well my parents which are christians had had my son the day prior to me getting out of jail and they had questioned him about what the babysitter was doing while she babysat him the night before the arrest. He simply replied and without knowing that everything that was found in my apartment was in the attic, he had told my parents she was in the attic and when she was questioned by him she simply replied checking it out and told him to get to bed. Thats when things started to slowly make since. My boyfriend the day after my arrest had came to the apartment and had picked up a few things during the day before the aprtment had been robbed that night and had picked up my two laptops and his also. Much to my surprise he had brought them to my parents where i am now living and I signed on to it like normal and went to check my facebook where when I had typed in facebook.com it came up on the babysitters facebook still signed in and we were able to see the email and text messages prior to the day of my arrest when she was babysitting texting friends inviting them to my home and using code talk stating she had some candy and they should chill. I was again speechless. Now due to all this and the chrges I am facing I am looking at 2-5 years if I dont get a lawyer and fight for my future, and with the proof I have i can have justice served, I have been in college three years with one year left, my boyfriend whom is governement in the military has been ordered by his supervisor to stay away till my court dates are over and prove i am innocent cant even help me and my family have and know i am innocent. i have lost custody of my son, and live with him and my parents and my whole life due to this girl is in shambles. After several lawyer consultations, I have been billed 5000 for my lawyer and due to jail time I lost my job. I am in desperate need of financial help to protect my future and the future of my son. i am already in debt to my parents who are both diabetics, and both have high blood pressure for 2600.00 which they didnt have, and now they are hurting for money. I am a very honest hard working person and I have never been in a situation my whole life where I asked for help from anyone. I am not asking for anyone to give me this but I am asking that if you would read this, and again I can prove anything you need, to give me work, help me raise the money to protect my future cause i am truly innocent and without a job i do not have the funds to pay for this lawyer, I would even agree on terms of a loan. God knows I would be more than greatful and assure you that my 11 year old son would be the happiest kid in the world to keep his mother with him where she has always been and loving him like she should be. please help us....We would be more than greatful and God Bless You All

I sit here with tears in my eyes and my heart. I am 50 years old and the mother of an amazing 14 year old daughter that until until 2008 lived with a mentally abusive and cruel husband and dad. At that time we left to move in with my 88 year old father. I had hopes of a new beginning for us,a chance to be able to be happy and feel comfortable and safe in our home, something I had dreamed of for my child. Then on April 1,2009, no April Fool's joke, everything went bad. After dropping my daughter off at school, I completely blacked out while driving in morning rush hour traffic. Some how I drove through traffic lights and turns and ended up parked in a grocery store lot where I walked around, all without seeing or hearing a thing. I came to for a moment as EMS was putting me in the ambulance. I woke up 36 hours later to the fight of my life. I was in the hospital for 30 days, battling organ failure and trying to regain my memory and abilities. While all this happened to me, my father passed away at the house. My daughter came home from school to find him passed away at the side of his bed and me no where to be found. My child saw this and had no idea where I was or if something had happened to me. It took hours before the neighbors found out I had been taken to the hospital.

Since that day it has been one battle after another, but we never give up. I had to learn to walk and write again and I am still waiting for disability. We have gone through every dime I had trying to pay the utilities and the second mortgage on my father's house. The house has holes in the floor in the kitchen, bathroom and my daughter's room and electric to only one half, but we never complain because we are thankful to have somewhere to call home. I am writing this because I have $49 to my name and bills to pay so we have a home and utilities. I have tried to sell everything we do not need, but that has not gone as well as I hoped. I have tried to find ways to work from home and that has not worked out as of yet. I have worked since I was 15 and I have never been unable to do so. I can not stand not being able to provide for my child. I am hoping that the same guardian angels that guided me to safety that April day will touch your hearts and allow you to help me keep my daughter from loosing the only thing we have left. When I get back on my feet I plan to help as many people on this site and in my community as I possibly can, because I know the stress and heartache that comes with times like this. I also know that more people than one may think are only a paycheck or two from loosing everything. Please help us and do me a favor, what ever amount you find in your heart you are able to give to us, take half of it and find someone else on this site that touches your heart and give that half to them as well. I thank you for any help you can offer and know that God will bless you here on Earth and in Eternity.

54 yo female in accident while driving mom's car Oct 2008. Mom's seatbelt came loose and she ended up in floorboard. I was her only caregiver. She passed away Nov 2008. In Jan 2009 I woke up with right sided numbness. After mush testing a tumor was found that was pressing on spinal cord. It was surgically removed. Due to continued numbness and driving around 400-500 miles a week I had to do back out on disability. In 2010 I lost my job and benefits. In July 2010 I had a stroke but rehab helped me progress. Then I was brought home and left by myself with a weekly visit for dropping off groceries. My sister make my neurologist think I was unsafe and she got my disability check. She pays mortgage and utilities and gives me nothing. I paid my bills on computer while in rehab. Now with no money I would love to be able to get out for lunch and eat on occassion. I also need money for food and a pair of athletic shoes that fit properly since I am a diabetic. Please help me with any way possible for you. Thank you

i was diagnosed with late lyme disease a month ago,i woke up one morning and could barely walk let alone hold a hammer or climb a ladder or any other home imp job i was doing,my joints have hurt like i never imagined,i am not lazy and have always provided a home for my wife and 2 daughters,but i am facing evection by weeks end if i dont come up with 1000.00 for landlord,any help is deeply appreciated .ty have paper work to prove what i say.

Hello. My name is Allison. I'm 44.
My father was a schizophrenic my mother was a 1950's mom.
This was back in the early 1970's when people didn't know much about schizophrenia. The drugs made my dad really sick and he didn't want to take them. My mother, being from her generation, was ill prepared to deal with this kind of situation.
When I was 8 we moved to Woodstock, NY on my father's whim. Dad wouldn't work, so my Mom has to. I also have an older brother, Mitchell, who definitely picked up the mentally ill gene at an early age. After a time my Dad became really violent. He asked us all the time if we were afraid of him, but we were all too frightened to tell him "yes". my brother moved into a boy's shelter in town. He was 13 at the time. My brother got into lot's of fights. The night after the first time my father hit her, my Mom moved into a close-by seedy apartment to keep an eye on us kids, but my Dad wouldn't let her near us.
I was Daddy's princess which for some reason still makes me happy to this day. Being alone with him was a psychodelic nightmare. My Father told me that I was the Messiah(we're Jewish) returned to bring peace to the world. My Father said we would find the garden of Eden. I saw a lot of things that I'm sure couldn't possibly exist, but still think they were real.
It's difficult to explain what it's like to live with a schizophrenic. The person can be quite docile and then, on the drop of a dime, become a hideously violent person.
My father never physically hurt me, like he did my brother and my Mom. Nor did he ever molest me. my Dad did make me live in his mind like a cult makes you part of the group mind.
Eventually my Mother kidnapped me during the middle of the day from my elemenatarly school. She had got a legal separation from my Dad. He saw her car parked at a motel that night and kicked the door down. He asked me if I wanted to go with him or stay with her. I was 9 at the time, it seemed that the right thing to do was to go with my Mom, and my Dad agreed to let me go.
My Dad had visitation rights every weekend. He didn't show up the first weekend. We waited and waited.
The next weekend I slept in, not expecting him. Then, of course, he arrived. I knew it was going to be a bad deal.
The first thing my Dad did was try and kill me. He kept saying over and over, "why don't you love me!? why don't you love me!?" He was driving so fast and i was too small to see over the dash. He said, "if you don't love me I'm going to hit that tree and kill both of us!" I knew he meant it. We were going very fast but I got the car door opened and was going to jump it. He pulled the car door closed. I screamed, "Okay, I love you, I love you, I love you." and he slowed the car down.
We went to go have something to eat at some diner. We got back in the car and I promptly fell asleep and woke up in VIRGINIA.
Dad enrolled me in public school. I told the principle what was happening. The principle called my mother and she came with her father. The law at the time was if the kid was with you in a state, that kid was yours. But my Dad again did give me the choice to stay with him or go with my mother, and I chose my Mother.
At some point we moved down to Florida. My Dad was taking his meds so my Mom allowed him to follow us. Things went bad quickly and Mom called him from my Grandma's house around the street and told him to leave. When it was my turn to talk to him he asked me if I wanted him to leave to and I said "yes". He cursed me and said that he wished the same thing that happened to him would happen to me, and I'm not altogether sure it hasn't.
I've never really known how to relate to other people except tp people that are a lot like me. I'm being treated as bi-polar, but I have Boderline-Personality-Disorder and Post-Traumatic-Syndrome. I've taken classes that have helped me deall with sciety better. But the meds don't work so well. I have panic attacks being around people and hearing loud noises, which is at most jobs. I have trouble sleeping.
That was the last time I ever spoke to my Dad. He committed suicide a week later. My brother lives on the streets in Miami. And my Mom remarried somebody that is the exact opposite of my Dad.

I'm a firm believer that nothing comes for free in this world but unfortunately I have found myself in a situation I can't seem to get myself out of these days.

I'm 22, and after moving out of home (and country) at 18 I found myself falling into the wrong crowd and eventually was on the game for a year until a close encounter that left me in hospital (nothing serious, just a few scars on my scalp thank god).... after that scare I woke up and realised I don't want that type of life even if the money was good... I went straight and am now in no way living beyond my means... my means doesn't even come close to paying my bills or feeding me at the moment.. and I am doing all I physically can to support myself without returning to my previous line of work.

I am asking for any amount anyone can spare to help me out.. even a couple of dollars/pound... and in return I will do what I can with regards to the following...

I'm pretty good with web design (html & xhtml) and in return I can either help create a site for you, or create a custom html/xhtml page for your facebook profile.

If this isn't for you all I can promise is to pay it forward... one good deed deserves another.

Thanks for your time & I hope someone somewhere can find the decency to help if they can.

I'm a 37 yr. old man with a family that includes me,my wife and 4yr. old daughter.I also have 2 daughters from my previous marriage that I pay support for and take every weekend.2010 was a year long downhill spiral for us.First I lost my job of 6 years due to a company shutdown.I was told of the closing the day it happened.We were already struggling to make ends meet and my wife had just started back to school at night for nursing.After going on unemployment my wife had to stop school to pick up more hours at work.We had to take our daughter out of daycare which meant she had to stay home with me which put me at a big disadvantage for looking for work.However,I can't tell you how many times I've taken her to put in applications and even on some interviews.Believe me,it does'nt help your chances of getting a job showing up with your 4yr. old to do an interview.I finally did get another job only to be laid off 3 weeks after I started.This meant I was'nt there long enough to apply for unemployment.This was over about a 7 month span in 2010 and over that time we fell further and further behind.Luckily I was able to work off a good bit of rent by doing work for our landlord at night after my wife was home.He had alot of properties and I'm a professional painter/handyman by trade.Then in August my landlord came to us and said he was selling the house and we had about 45 days to move.He also refused to help us financially in anyway to make the move and even kept our deposit stating,"I filed bankruptcy,sue me".We found a program that helped us secure another apt. and we moved within 30 days.After we moved in we found out the apt. was infested with mice,ants and other insects.The new place was a nightmare.We found out the young man living under us was physically abusing his girlfriend almost every night as we had to listen to this every night and my daughter witnessed several acts of abuse in the hall and driveway.Continuous phone calls to the property manager and police resulted in nothing being done.These two would break and smash things,yell,swear and slam doors that shook my whole house and broke things on my walls.After about our 5th call to police and the manager we woke up to 4 flats and all our windows broke on our car.Then another couple moved in across the hall from these 2 and this man was physically beating his girlfriend and doing drug deals in front of our house.3 days after they moved in our apt. was broken into and we had several things stolen,including every new toys and clothes we had been buying little by little for my daughters Christmas.It was'nt much,but it was all we had for her.Alot more went on there everyday and I knew we had to move but we had no money.I ended up posting an ad on craigslist and asking people for help and we found someone to let us move in with no deposit or anything.We were forced to move a week before Christmas.Christmas morning we had 3 presents for our daughter,all from toys for tots.Now we're in a new apt. with no way to pay the next months rent or much of anything else.My wife's hours were cut almost in half due to downsizing and cutbacks,I am unable to find work and I don't know what else to do.we don't even have a phone for potential employers to call.I use a free voice mailbox and then have to go to a payphone to return calls if I can find change.We've had to sell anything we had of value over the past 4 or 5 months to semi-survive.We have a car that someone donated to us and I was just told it needs about $2,000 worth of work.Neither my wife nor I have any family still living.We do receive foodstamps and are told that's all we're eligible for here in Mass.We also go to foodbanks every week.I actually tried panhandling 3 times and once I was arrested,another time I was beaten up and the last time I made $12.00 in 10 hours.I don't know what to do.It's gotten so bad the last two months me and my wife have discussed possible temporary(hopefully temporary),foster care for my daughter.I can't imagine losing my daughter for any period because we don't have any money for a place to live.It's tearing my heart out to have to write this.We are very good people.We've always worked hard,have never drank or used drugs and done our best to be good,honest people.We just need a little help.Anything anyone can give will help.Be it a dollar or two or even 50 cents.PLEASE HELP my family in anyway you can.May GOD bless and keep you all.

I'm hoping that this site is real. I woke this morning panicked as I'm finding myself in a really big pickle. As many I've worked hard all my life. Pay my bills and enjoy my kids. I'm a single mom with 2 great kids. I've found myself at the end of my rope this year. It all starts with one financial hiccup to lead to a horrible situation.

I'm asking for some help so that I'm able to gain some of my pride back. It's a humbling experience to have to beg. Over the years I've always helped out when I could. I'm hoping that I will be able to receive some help now.

I don't want to bore anyone with a long song and story but if your willing to listen I will spout out my situation. I'm really hoping that I'm able to regain my footing in life, with a bit of help I know that I will be able to.

I live in the country where there are no sidewalks, so if you want to go somewhere you need a car. I go to a community college that is 45 minutes away from my house. I am struggling to get to school because I have no vehicle. I usually hitch a ride off of my sister, but she has decided to stop. This morning she woke up late and was in a bad mood. I waited for her to get ready for school and we would be on our way just like every other day. We stopped at my mother's house to say goodbye before heading off to school. While we were there my sister stepped in animal poop and had a nasty attitude from then until it was time for us to leave. We were already late for school and she decided to tell me that she was going to drink a cup of coffee with my mom and that I needed to drive her car because she didn't feel like going to school. I don't like driving her car because it isn't legal and I am not on the insurance. Also the car needs an alignment so the car is very hard to keep going straight. I had to drive it any way’s because college is the only hope I have for moving out of my house that I share with my sister. I am 18 years old and have big plans for my life. I want to be more successful than my mother and sister. I want to prove that I was put on Earth to serve people as a private investigator. I plan to go to community college for 2 years and transfer to a bigger college to get my Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice. I have tried getting other's that are close to me to help, but they have just enough to get by themselves. I feel stuck...like there is no way out. I don't want to live with my sister for the rest of eternity, so I need to find a way out! I want to get a job and I want to save money to be able to rent my own house. I really need a vehicle to prepare for my future. I get $80 a month from my mother for doing basic chores. That is only enough to get the essential things I need. Any amount of money would really help me! I would appreciate any donation to my cause.

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I am a single father of 3, and the picture is one of me after a woke from a coma, from being hit by a car doing 60 mph. I posted it so people would not think I was one of these people who are just trying to "hustle" some one. My family and myself have been living without gas the past few months, but that has been fine being that it is summer. As of recent our landlord has givin us a notice to leave being we are a a bit over 2 months behind.
Everything I receive from disability goes into keeping us afloat, and it just does not seem to be enough. I am trying to sell our washer, a stove, and an old refrigerator (if anyone needs one in eastern OH, western PA).
My children do not deserve this, they are far beyond to great, my son is a football great, and two daughters are beautiful cheer-leaders. All three are great in school, and everyday I do not have any idea how they cope with our situation.
Any help would be appreciated more than you could ever imagine. If you need any other information or would like to contact me, you may do so at vujo1@yahoo.com.
By the way I am doing much better now, coming from a 15 percent chance to live, and family was told I would never walk again, but I do walk now. I am attempting to find part time work in the area if anyone knows, buts its kinda hard being I can not drive, (yet :) !).

http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/2634_1050454936519_1080092059_30120867_4515795_n.jpg I am a single father of 3, and the picture is one of me after a woke from a coma, from being hit by a car doing 60 mph. I posted it so people would not think I was one of these people who are just trying to "hustle" some one. My family and myself have been living without gas the past few months, but that has been fine being that it is summer. As of recent our landlord has givin us a notice to leave being we are a a bit over 2 months behind.
Everything I receive from disability goes into keeping us afloat, and it just does not seem to be enough. I am trying to sell our washer, a stove, and an old refrigerator (if anyone needs one in eastern OH, western PA).
My children do not deserve this, they are far beyond to great, my son is a football great, and two daughters are beautiful cheer-leaders. All three are great in school, and everyday I do not have any idea how they cope with our situation.
Any help would be appreciated more than you could ever imagine. If you need any other information or would like to contact me, you may do so at vujo1@yahoo.com.
By the way I am doing much better now, coming from a 15 percent chance to live, and family was told I would never walk again, but I do walk now. I am attempting to find part time work in the area if anyone knows, buts its kinda hard being I can not drive, (yet :) !).

I am a single father of 3, and the picture is one of me after a woke from a coma, from being hit by a car doing 60 mph. I posted it so people would not think I was one of these people who are just trying to "hustle" some one. My family and myself have been living without gas the past few months, but that has been fine being that it is summer. As of recent our landlord has givin us a notice to leave being we are a a bit over 2 months behind.
Everything I receive from disability goes into keeping us afloat, and it just does not seem to be enough. I am trying to sell our washer, a stove, and an old refrigerator (if anyone needs one in eastern OH, western PA).
My children do not deserve this, they are far beyond to great, my son is a football great, and two daughters are beautiful cheer-leaders. All three are great in school, and everyday I do not have any idea how they cope with our situation.
Any help would be appreciated more than you could ever imagine. If you need any other information or would like to contact me, you may do so at vujo1@yahoo.com.
By the way I am doing much better now, coming from a 15 percent chance to live, and family was told I would never walk again, but I do walk now. I am attempting to find part time work in the area if anyone knows, buts its kinda hard being I can not drive, (yet :) !).

I am a single father of 3, and the picture is one of me after a woke from a coma, from being hit by a car doing 60 mph. I posted it so people would not think I was one of these people who are just trying to "hustle" some one. My family and myself have been living without gas the past few months, but that has been fine being that it is summer. As of recent our landlord has givin us a notice to leave being we are a a bit over 2 months behind.
Everything I receive from disability goes into keeping us afloat, and it just does not seem to be enough. I am trying to sell our washer, a stove, and an old refrigerator (if anyone needs one in eastern OH, western PA).
My children do not deserve this, they are far beyond to great, my son is a football great, and two daughters are beautiful cheer-leaders. All three are great in school, and everyday I do not have any idea how they cope with our situation.
Any help would be appreciated more than you could ever imagine. If you need any other information or would like to contact me, you may do so at vujo1@yahoo.com.
By the way I am doing much better now, coming from a 15 percent chance to live, and family was told I would never walk again, but I do walk now. I am attempting to find part time work in the area if anyone knows, buts its kinda hard being I can not drive, (yet :) !).