Hello. I’m a new widow. My husband left me penniless.  No life insurance. No pension. I live off of very little social security each month but it runs out the day it is deposited! My rent is due each month on the first and I’m broke. My utilities are paid but the rent is due. I have acquired family loans that I cannot repay and several payday loans too.  I’m so tired and frustrated of being like this. I need 3500.00 to pay off all the loans and cover my rent.  Please help me.   Cashapp to:

$ELAINEMomNana

Thank you.

Hello, my name is Linda, and I am reaching out for help during a very challenging time in my life. I’ve always prided myself on being independent, but due to circumstances beyond my control, I find myself in a situation where I need to ask for assistance.

I have been battling alcoholism for many years. After a long period of sobriety, I relapsed in March. Recognizing the seriousness of my struggle, I made the difficult but necessary decision to enter inpatient treatment in May. While this was a vital step for my recovery, it came with significant consequences: I lost my job, and since then, I have had no income.

Despite these challenges, I am committed to rebuilding my life and staying on the path of sobriety. I am actively participating in Alcoholics Anonymous, have recently found a sponsor, and attend meetings daily. I am also engaging in outpatient therapy to address the underlying issues related to my addiction. These steps have been instrumental in helping me regain hope and stability.

I’m also happy to share that I’ve found a new job and will be starting on July 14th. While this is a huge step forward, I need help bridging the gap until my first paycheck arrives.

I am behind on several essential bills:

• Rent: May, June, and the upcoming July total $3,747.
• Electric Bill: $1,800, partly due to a transferred balance from a previous residence.
• Car Repairs and Inspection: My 2012 car needs urgent repairs to remain drivable, which is critical for attending meetings, therapy, and work.
• Other Bills: I am behind on car insurance, phone, and credit card payments, with an estimated total of $1,500 needed to get caught up.

The funds raised will directly address these needs and help me:

• Avoid eviction by catching up on rent.
• Prevent disconnection by paying the electric bill.
• Restore reliable transportation by repairing my car.
• Resolve overdue bills to reduce financial stress.

Any amount, big or small, will make a difference and help me get back on my feet. Even if you’re unable to contribute financially, sharing this fundraiser with others who might be able to help would mean so much.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your kindness and generosity are helping me stay focused on my recovery and work toward a brighter, more stable future.

My paypal link is @LindaT68

God Bless You!

Hello! I’m having a very hard year. I barely make enough to live on and have had a storm of unexpected bills this year: hundreds in vet bills, backed up plumbing, broken washing machine, etc. Now I’m having plumbing problems. I could right an epic saga about the scope of the problems, the troubleshooting involved, the many bids, the water carried up the basement stairs in 5 gallon buckets with bad knees, etc.

My reserves are long since shot. I have a full-time job, but I’ve had three surgeries in the past year and a half and am heading into my next one in July. My life was basically ruined by a sociopath who I lived with for 17 years. I got out a few years ago and have clawed my way back to happiness and peace, but the recent health and financial setbacks have used every bit of strength I have.

So far the estimates on my plumbing/sewer are $17000. My house is everything to me. I don’t have a partner or kids. I have a yarden, and a house I have poured my blood, sweat and tears into. If I lose it, I won’t have anything left.

On top of all that, on the way to a DR appointment this morning, my window broke and would no longer roll up–it disappeared into the door! They are charging me over $1000 to fix it, which means I can’t pay my mortgage this month. To say nothing of what their “recommended” repairs would cost.

Thanks for your time–for listening to my story. I am a person who is fighting like hell, but not winning. If you’d like to help me win this fight,

Please donate at PayPal.me/breathesky.

To begin, it took me at least a year to decide on finally sitting down and writing this request for help. Mostly because I felt competent and capable to get through my trying times on my own. Plus I was putting my faith in God that He would make a way out of no way for me but it’s now to a point where I feel like I’m drowning and depression is also starting to set in. The stress of my financial situation is overbearing and I feel it affecting my health. I am a single mother of 3 children and I don’t like them seeing me like this….worried and afraid. I want to be their role model for as long as I’m living and the current state I’m in does not allow for that in my opinion.

The major turning point in my life was on March 4, 2024. I was arrested for an OVI and also charged with assault on a police officer while resisting arrest. On October 28, 2024 I was sentenced to prison for 15 months. On March 31, 2025 I was granted  judicial release with 3 years of intensive probation and a 3 year license suspension. I was also ordered to complete an Intensive Outpatient Program (IOP), volunteer 40 hrs and was given a handful of other judge ordered requirements. I truly regret that the event happened but I’m also grateful because I now have my sobriety of 15 1/2 (months which is something that I didn’t think I would ever be able to achieve. For most of my adult life, I’m 46 currently, I’ve struggled with alcohol use. My grandfather was an alcoholic and died due to cirrhosis of the liver so I unfortunately was predisposed to the disease of alcoholism.

Upon release I was fortunate enough to go back to my job I had before I was incarcerated. I worked overtime to make ends meet and to try to catch up on everything that went delinquent during my 5 months. I applied for medical and food assistance with Job & Family Services but was denied basically because I was working overtime. I really needed health insurance to be able to pay for the IOP that I’m required to do so I started to look for new employment. I ended up finding a new job that offered me more than I asked for. I was even eligible for insurance which would cover my IOP costs. I was so excited and felt truly blessed. Things seemed to be looking up. I worked there 6 days and on my 7th I got called to the office for a phone interview with the company’s Asset Protection, my district manager and my store manager. This happened because the company ended up running a background check after I was already hired and working. They told me I was immediately suspended while they reviewed my case. I was let go 5 days later. Now I’m without any job, no income. I’ve been job hunting since but it’s a struggle to find anything with the pay I need and that hires individuals with a criminal background.

Here is a list of expenses I have that I am asking for help with. Any amount towards them will help me and my family tremendously and will deeply and forever be appreciated.

municipal court costs $1352 & $417

civil court costs $1190

Geico insurance past due $430

adult remedial course $70

reinstatement fee $40 & $475

bail not fully paid $1300

SR-22 insurance & regular insurance $500/mo

rent & utilities $1650/mo

Payback 5 months of rent to family $7000 within 1 year

Thank you for blessing if you are able to help.

PayPal link: @RoshelleLaFever78

A Plea for a Fresh Start: Helping Me Rebuild My Life
Dear Friends, Family, and Kind Strangers,
I am writing to you today with a humble and urgent request, one that I never imagined I would have to make. Life has thrown some significant challenges my way recently, and I find myself in a situation where I am currently homeless and desperately seeking a path back to stability and independence. My greatest desire is to return to work, contribute to society, and rebuild a secure life for myself.
The path to achieving this goal, however, has some immediate obstacles that I simply cannot overcome alone. My most pressing need is to reinstate my union membership. This is crucial because it’s my gateway back to the work I know and love, and a steady income. The reinstatement fees amount to $800. Without this, I cannot rejoin my colleagues and start earning again. This fee, while seemingly modest, is an insurmountable barrier for me in my current circumstances.
Beyond the union fees, the biggest hurdle to getting back on my feet is transportation. Living without a stable home also means I lack reliable transportation to get to and from potential job sites. A car would not just be a convenience; it would be a lifeline, opening up a world of opportunities for employment and allowing me to commute reliably and efficiently. I am hoping to secure a dependable used car, and after extensive research, I estimate I would need approximately $4,000 to make this a reality. This amount would cover the purchase of a vehicle, as well as essential initial costs like registration and basic insurance to get me started.
Combined, I am seeking to raise approximately $4,800. I understand this is a significant amount, and I would not be asking if I had any other viable options. Every fiber of my being yearns for the dignity of work and the security of a roof over my head. This funding would be a direct investment in my future, allowing me to take concrete steps towards self-sufficiency.
This isn’t just about money; it’s about hope. It’s about getting a chance to prove myself, to work hard, and to emerge from this difficult period stronger and more resilient. I am committed to making the most of any support you can offer. I am eager to share more about my situation and my plans if you have any questions.
Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a profound difference. Even sharing this letter with others who might be willing to help would be an immense act of kindness. Your generosity would not just be a donation; it would be a hand up, a stepping stone on my journey back to a stable and productive life.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for considering my plea. Your compassion and support mean the world to me.
With sincere gratitude,
My name is Shawn
My cash app is $Tank198311

Hi, my name is Isiah Carter. I’m at my wits end and I’m not proud to write this but no one is helping me out. Here goes.  I’m a full time college student at Sonoma State University pursuing a degree in Communications. I work full-time, but most of the money I make goes toward helping my dad, Leonard Carter, who recently got out of jail and is trying to get back on his feet in LA. I’m also a former foster youth, and if anyone ever needs proof, I’m more than willing to share that information. I’m just tired of always being behind on rent. Thankfully, I’m part of a program through St. Vincent de Paul that helps foster youth and former foster youth stay in stable housing while in school. But I know they’re starting to notice that I’m often late, and I don’t want to risk losing this opportunity.

I want to be an actor,  it’s honestly what I love. I try to do as many shows as I can, but taking time for rehearsals and performances means losing work hours, and I’m falling behind. I’m tired. I’m doing everything I can, but I just need some help. I’m not asking for a specific amount, anything helps. My rent is $650, my car note is 236.68 and I’m just trying to catch up. I don’t know if this website is legit, but if you’re reading this and feel moved to help, I truly appreciate it.

Thank you for taking the time.

+isiahcarter689.paypal

 

I hope this message finds you well.  I’m a single mother of two working hard to provide a stable, loving home for my children. Right now, I’m facing an urgent challenge: our roof is in serious need of repair, and I simply cannot afford the cost on my own.

One of my children is currently in college—a dream we’ve worked hard to make a reality—and I’m actively seeking additional jobs to keep our household afloat. Despite my best efforts, this unexpected expense has placed an overwhelming burden on us at an already difficult time.

I’m reaching out with great humility to ask for your support. Any contribution toward replacing our roof would mean the world to my family and help ensure we have a safe, dry, and secure place to live. Your generosity would not only be a gift of shelter—it would be a lifeline of hope during a time when we need it most.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I appreciate your kindness and consideration more than words can express.

To Whom It May Concern at https://www.google.com/search?q=BeggingForMoney.com,

I am writing to you today with a plea for financial assistance, born from a traumatic event in my childhood that continues to impact my life profoundly. When I was 12 years old, I suffered severe burns to my face and hands in an incident involving an adolescent named Daniel, whom my parents had warned me to avoid.

Daniel had a reputation for getting into trouble, engaging in activities like painting walls and throwing rocks at cars. My parents explicitly told me to stay away from him to avoid getting arrested. About a month later, while riding my bicycle, I passed by what I believed was his house. I saw other bicycles there, including one belonging to my friend.

Driven by curiosity, I walked up to the door and asked for William and Daniel. Daniel appeared and, after a brief deception, admitted William was inside but wanted to show me something first. He had a glass jug containing a green substance that I mistakenly thought was apple juice. It was, in fact, gasoline. He led me to the backyard, where he poured the gasoline into a different bottle. Using a lighter, he ignited it, creating a makeshift flamethrower. He shot a stream of fire out to the side, and then, without warning, he pointed it directly at my face.

The only thing that came to mind was Smokey the Bear’s “Stop, Drop, and Roll” slogan, which made me believe I wasn’t on fire. I assumed it would be like the movies, where fire rolls on and then rolls back. Instead, the fire engulfed my face. I didn’t realize I was ablaze until I heard my head sizzling. I instinctively landed on my hands, which were also burning, and began rolling on the ground. I rolled into an Igloo cooler filled with water that was sitting by a water faucet.

I started screaming, but Daniel told me to be quiet. I was terrified. I looked at my hands, which were charred and wrinkled. I looked at my nose, and the skin was peeled off and black. Being Black, the skin on my face and lips appeared white, and my head was also severely burned. I was in a state of shock. I tried to get on my bicycle to leave but fell, screaming again. His aunt and cousin ran outside, grabbed me, put me in their car, and drove me to my parents’ house. They told me to tell my parents that I had gotten into a bicycle accident.

I spent two and a half months of a three-month hospital stay in immense pain. Every day, they placed me in a tub of water to help remove the dead skin from my hands and then re-wrapped them in gauze. My face was treated daily with ointment.

A fundraiser was held for me, intended to be a charity to help me recover and live comfortably, free from the lingering effects of the incident. However, I never received any of the money or funds. It felt as though I was used as a public relations tactic by the Lutheran Church School in Fort Smith, Arkansas, to attract other students. I was essentially a prime example of someone who had been severely wronged. My face was white from the burns, and I was terrified of fire for many years afterward.

Years later, Daniel, the person who did this to me, died by suicide at 18. He wasn’t jealous of me; he had significant mental health issues. I have been suffering with the long-term effects of this trauma ever since.

Current Struggles

Currently, I work at Enterprise Rent-A-Car, where I’ve been employed since 2005, and I live in Bentonville, Arkansas. However, Bentonville is an incredibly expensive place to live. I can’t afford a stable place to stay and am constantly living in hotels, paying over $2,000 a month. I simply don’t have the means to continue this.

My girlfriend has also endured her own recent tragedy. Three years ago, her son committed suicide after my girlfriend missed a phone call from him. She has not been the same since. We are both struggling to make ends meet and cope with these burdens.

My car is currently broken down, and I don’t have reliable transportation, which adds to my embarrassment and exhaustion.  I and Her Have Been Sleeping In Parking Lots of Walmarts Off And On Also InThe Midst Of It All Legs have swollen up.I’m sitting too long in the car that she Owned also But the brakes need to be fixed so we don’t drive it.We just move it around the parking lot every now.And then but then I troubled to work walking to work or getting there by any means necessary to make it was just broken and Humiliated andcSad And Depressed Using Dirty Public Restrooms ATo Wash Up So Its Not Well Being Friendly Does Anyone Have A Charitable Heart anymore So note now i  am humbly asking for $10,000 to help me secure stable housing and alleviate some of the immense financial pressure I am under.

Thank you for considering my plea.

Sincerely,

$EnterpriseMobility

My company closed down abruptly it was a really good job. I’m now 67 years old. Having no luck getting a job at my age. Now on fixed income. My account is about to go to 0 dollars.  Due to bills. I have always helped people in need with nothing asked in return and I felt good about it. I never thought I would be one who needed help monetarily but I do now.  I am asking for help.  It would take 50,000 to get out of dept. I’m not asking for all of that but half 25,000 would help.   I’ve been struggling for about 3 years now I’m under water at risk of losing it all without help. My wife is totally disabled for many years and that took its toll on me but I love her very much and will stand by her my high school sweetheart for the rest of my life. Zelle (346) 331- 8518. I’ve have always been a good person and have always done good to other people and always will. God has always looked after me all my life so I pray to God someone will help me in this difficult time. Thanks to all of you in advance and God bless you every day of your life from a good Samaritan.

never thought I’d be here—33 years old, watching life pass by from the sidelines, heart failing me more each day, and feeling like I’m breaking apart while trying to hold my family together.

 

We live in a small town outside Sacramento. It’s quiet, peaceful… but lately, that stillness feels more like isolation. My husband, my rock, works sunup to sundown as a logger—one of the hardest, most thankless jobs out there. No matter the weather, no matter how tired he is, he’s out there—cutting, lifting, fixing. Even on his so-called “days off,” he’s under the hood of our old, wheezing truck, hoping it’ll hold on just a little longer.

 

We’re not lazy. We’re not giving up. We’re just… drowning.

 

My heart condition has worsened over time. It limits everything—how much I can move, what I can do, even how much stress I can handle without risking everything. It’s frustrating to feel so helpless. And the worst part? Watching my 8-year-old son, Anderson, ask for snacks, ask why the lights flickered, ask why we don’t go places like other families.

 

I used to have answers. Now, sometimes all I can do is hold him close and whisper promises I’m terrified I won’t be able to keep.

 

There have been weeks where we’ve survived on just potatoes. Days when the electricity went out and we lit candles like it was a game. Nights when my husband came home with sap in his hair and dirt in his lungs, just to fall into bed for a few hours before doing it all over again.

 

We’ve applied for loans. We’ve been denied. We’ve reached out for help and often heard nothing back. But we keep moving. We keep hoping. We have to—for Anderson. His birthday is in September, and we don’t even know if we’ll be able to celebrate it. I want to give him a day where he can just be a kid. Where he doesn’t feel the weight that we do. Where he smiles without worry behind it.

 

So here I am—writing this, not out of shame, but out of courage. Because sometimes the bravest thing you can do is ask for help.

 

If you’ve read this far, thank you. You don’t know how much that means. If you feel moved to donate, or even just to share this story, please know—it’s not charity. It’s love. It’s light. It’s survival.

 

And it’s hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow might be kinder than today.

https://www.paypal.me/HopeForAction

I am Sharmel Henderson. I am writing to request money because I am going on maternity leave for the next 2 months & I will not be getting a paycheck. Also at this moment the only vehicle that we have left has broken down. We have a mortgage, car payment & 3 children already in the household, also my oldest has started senior year she will need money for things like senior pictures this summer as well. I am currently paying on braces. I have 1700 left on them. The utilities are high and they do not offer payment arrangements. We also have a phone bill. We have a lot going on.

Our mortgage is 2100.00  a month. I will not be able to pay it for 2 months. Our vehicle will cost 2000 to fix. Senior pics and things need for senior pics will be about 500, and my braces are 1700. Getting this money will make a difference because we will be able to stay in our home and will have a vehicle to drive. We do not have anywhere else to live. Utilities are 500.00 a month. We need these paid so our kids can have air and lights. Our youngest is 3. The phone bill is 390 a month. We need this paid for emergencies. In total, I am hoping that we can raise at least 8000

I really appreciate your support in this matter. I hope this letter gets us all the help we need.

 

 

 

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