6 years ago, Covid destroyed my 19-year business. I closed it, had to sell my house, and most of my belongings. I felt totally lost. I’ve tried so many avenues, nothing worked so I went back to being a Server. Something I did when I was in college. I am physically fit but also 61 years old. My right shoulder hurts every day, I have tendonitis in my left arm, and my neck and back hurt all the time from carrying trays and some tables are down by river so you go down stairs praying you don’t drop your tray! It’s good money but it is a very stressful job. Here’s some good news: I finally found something I like and I’m good really good at! I buy storage units, go to garage sales/estate sales, thrift stores, etc. I am a Reseller and love making my customers happy! I have 2 platforms Facebook Marketplace and my own eBay Store.  I’m growing the business on the side but I am a “One Man Band” and I work 7 days week trying to elevate the business and myself. I am tired, exhausted, and burning all candles. Some of the previous ventures I tried, didn’t work out and put me in debt. I am running on cash and have 1 small credit card for emergencies. I am in a debt management company for about a year but struggle to make payments. I have grown the new business but not fast enough. I need working capital to invest in my new business, pay off debts, and rise to the next level. I don’t just work hard but always streamline processes and efficiencies to create more profit. I love creating something that I love and I am happy with the possibility of this business. All storage units have been very profitable and the more I learn the better I get at this business. I just need someone to help lift me up and forward…Thank you for reading this.

Cash app:   $zoneboy12                       Venmo:    @Mark-Hill-135

PayPal:   pmaxmark@gmail.com

I guess I should start from the beginning when I explain how it got into the situation.  My childhood was pretty rough to begin with both my parents were addicts and alcoholics and I was the middle of three children and was the only one diagnosed with ADHD and as you can imagine this did not help my relationship with either my parents or teachers.  Tragedy came early when I was 15 playing hooky with my brother who was 17 and my best friend. On that day he decided to take his life in doing he changed mine in ways I I was not prepared for and never could have been.

This is when my substance abuse started as my father introduced me to alcohol marijuana and eventually cocaine.  Ironically even though I was working two jobs on my summer vacation and paying for my own summer school because of lack of attendance in one class mostly due to the fallout of my brother’s actions and my mental health; I still managed to use daily and in doing so spend all the money I had on trying to escape reality. When my father demanded some money from me and I refused I was punched in the face and that’s when I left the house.

I jumped from friends house to friends house and when the school year started I went back to my senior year to get my diploma, but ironically enough the man that introduced me to the things destroying my life hired professional kidnappers to take me to a lockdown facility I wish I’d never had step foot into.  The facility was abusive and the hardest things I’ve had to endure myself, and it has significantly affected my mental health.  I spent two years and 9 months in what I thought was going to be a never-ending hell but my family was convinced that it was the best thing for me.

After going through that when I was free I work for a little while in a restaurant and then decided to join the army in 2008 as after going through all that I had already it seemed like it couldn’t be that bad.

I enlisted as a combat engineer and after basic training was stationed in Germany and 3 months later deployed to Iraq for 15 months.

I loved the military and took every opportunity to advance my knowledge and technical skills offered completing sapper leader course, as well as many other engineer courses.

I was deployed to Afghanistan next for 12 months where I sustained minor injuries, multiple concussions, engaged in intense firefights while conducting IED detection and clearance operations.

Upon returning to Germany my son was born and soon I had a daughter on the way. I was deployed back to Afghanistan for 13 more months when I was medevaced to ramstein for medical treatment and then sent the states to complete my med board from the army.

It was my wife and my plan to move to the states but she I wouldn’t see her for another year and a half. When she did arrive after having all of our household goods shipped to the states she decided she wanted to move back to Germany immediately so I dropped everything and went with her and my children.

It took some time to acclimate to Germany on the civilian side and financially reestablish our living situation but once that was done I encouraged my now ex-wife to return to work and I was to stay at home Dad or Manny if you will and it was the most proud I have ever been of myself.  Those two are my world.

Unfortunately the marriage fell apart and we separated.  There are many situations that are unbelievable and unforgivable that I suffered through during this time that I could reference but it seems unnecessary.  A couple months after being awarded 50% custody in court I was wrongly arrested when a 16-year-old boy said I threw a hammer at him one evening when I was actually just walking to the train station after one of my self employed handyman jobs.  There were nine police standing outside of McDonald’s when I walked out with the burger I bought for dinner, and as soon as they saw me most of them through their sidearms.  I tried to explain to them that I hadn’t thrown any hammer although I had a bag of tools and was holding 8 pound sledgehammer but they told me they didn’t believe me and took me directly to the police station and then jail.  On the ride there a detective got into the vehicle and started asking me questions in which I accidentally incriminated myself  in a cold case murder by admitting I was in a different city around 2 years prior (even though I stated that I was trick or treating with my children and another veteran friend of mine with his children).

I spent the next 3 months in forensics admission level H(the worst of violent/insane criminal detention stages) with no contact to the outside world besides my lawyer and bank so I could pay my bills . When they released me, about 90 days later I was so happy to finally go home and couldn’t wait to talk to my kids and was eager to tend my aquariums and sleep in my own bed . Well I couldn’t call anyone because with the investigation they had taken my phone as evidence, so I had no one’s number and only knew where a few people lived. I walked to the train station and when I got back to my and my children’s home city I went directly to my ex- wifes and kids, I couldn’t wait to tell them how crazy it had all been and how happy I was to see them.  When I got to the name on the door bell wasn’t the same, I couldn’t believe they had moved out.

Upset and feeling hopeless with no phone I tried to reassure myself at least I had some cartoons to watch some fish that would be happy to see me and a nice bed to sleep in, so I thought. I wish I had a phone to take a picture at that moment because it’s hard to picture or at least it doesn’t do the scene justice to explain it. It was horrible. I was later told that 3 forensic groups and bomb squad had come through my apartment. It looked like a bomb went off in my apartment. Every single possession , thing, object I had was on the floor sofa or bed Making walking without trampling something impossible .  Many of my fish had been dead in each of my aquariums and the smell was awful from the rotten food in the kitchen. I knew I had to start cleaning up and thought it would be nice to hear some of the music I like while I do it , and went to get my laptop I couldn’t find it along with all my tools, kitchen knives, shoes and a good portion of my clothes which looked like they had been ripped out of the wardrobe by an animal. The pictures had been knocked off the walls and I didn’t even have a place to sit down and take it all in because every surface was once again covered in more of my stuff. I would spend the next 10 hours cleaning in silence.

I was found innocent a year later in the first court hearing and a month after that had to go to another hearing and I was basically charged with a carelessness charge due to being intoxicated, received all the things mentioned before back, most importantly being my laptop so I could once again use online banking because my account was locked to the computer. My bills were unpaid. I acquired late fees for bills I didn’t recognize the bank code too during this fresh out of forensics time. I contacted child protective services trying to find out where my kids were now living and was told they cant give me that information, due to privacy rights.  I tried many times to make an appointment with my wife to explain what happened but all were rejected. Or she would schedule one and not show up leaving me enraged and feeling hopeless.

I was lost with no purpose and it felt like the world was against me.  I started drinking heavily and got back into drugs and found myself assimilating into the wrong crowd.  The people who I invited into my life were not a positive addition but they did teach me some hard lessons about not being so gullible  and the fact some people can be unimaginably unsympathetic and self serving scoundrels who wouldn’t return any act of kindness regardless of how much you did for them before hand.

I did end up meeting a half American half German girl during this time though and she really had me by the heartstrings.  I finally met someone who I could connect with and communicate with and not have a barrier because of my poor German or my accent making my English difficult to understand.  Unfortunately she is also an addict and that only caused my situation to deteriorate more quickly but I only see this now, after the rose colored glasses have been set down and the clarity of hindsight in my favor.

To support our habits we turned to crime theft specifically, shopping centers and Ebikes, which would end up getting me back in jail, but at least this time it wasn’t the criminally insane prison. I not only admitted to some of the thefts when interrogated after getting caught stealing an e bike from a bicycle rack I told them that I sold the Ebike for my drug and alcohol habit .  I accepted my sentence of 6 months and was released in 3 months on probation.

A few weeks later I was raided at 4am.  I was going outside to lock the front gate and as soon as I got to the door the SWAT team ripped my door open with a tool and threw a flash bang grenade at my feet. The next thing I know I’m looking down the barrel of a gun and getting zip tie handcuffed laying on my stomach and all my neighbors are coming out to figure out what’s going on.  They would inform me that they were looking for the counterfeit money and I just started laughing. They destroyed my apartment, found nothing but a very small amount of drugs, once again took my laptop phone a bunch of tools and anything that they determined might be linked to some crime or another or just to get back at me for laughing.  They put me in shackles and handcuffs marched me out in front of my landlord and neighbors and brought me to the police station where they kept me in a cell for 6 -8 hours and then released me because they had found nothing they could keep me for.  I walked back to my apartment which was in ruin once again.  I never received compensation had to fix the door and eventually was evicted from their because of all the commotion which I understood but it wasn’t even something that I had done.

The eviction was at a bad time because my residence permit was expired and my now ex-wife had stolen my passport birth certificate and other documents during the time when we separated so I was unable to renew the residential permit.  This ment that I had to rent a storage container and live out of  it.

My girlfriend and I were also having relationship issues both being unloyal to the other at some point which didn’t help matters.  After 2 months in the storage container she had been stealing e bikes (I gave that activity up after my last stint in jail) and storing them inside.  I still to this day don’t know if she was intentionally setting me up out of anger or something or it was just bad luck when the police showed up that night.  Her and I were both there and I hadn’t stolen any of the bikes and although I wouldn’t throw her under the bus , it didn’t seem like the mentality was the same between us.  She took no responsibility and I was the one to go to jail. Again.

She didn’t mail me for the first 2 months.  When we finally reconnected it seemed like she was hiding something.  I died inside when a “friend” I knew from before ended up inside and told me she was cheating on me with someone who I introduced her to.  She swore it wasn’t going on and she said she was off drugs.  Neither of these things turned out to be true. After taking her punishment for 9 months I was told the truth to a few of the lies, but the ones I was already sure of and asked almost every day with the following statement that I would forgive it if she would admit it but I had to know that I could trust her.  She stayed with the lie.

I got a plea deal that would have both of us to attend a 6 month inpatient rehab together, which was very expensive, lawyers are expensive in every country apparently and we had even gotten dates to arrive after a visit.  I was looking forward to it, I was trying to not return to using when I was released but it was just to much to watch her use and lie to me about it and try to hide it.  I figured once we got into the program she could get the help and I would get back on the wagon.

I ended up taking out a $25000 loan from my bank and invested some of the money into her mother’s house where we stayed then And even bought new ebikes so the temptation to steal wouldn’t be a problem .   Then my divorce finalized, and it was only 2 weeks later I was mailed a letter that I had 2 weeks to leave Germany on my own accord or they would come make me leave.  I was being deported and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  That was when she decided to admit that she was with another while I was in jail.

Naturally I was hurt and didn’t know what to do with any of this information.  I kind of went off the deep end and began using heavily without thinking about the future.  She told me she couldn’t come to the states with me.  I told her I understood.

I let my family know I was going to be returning.  The past 10 years I had so many emails from them about how much they missed me and wished I was in the states.  After a missed flight. Tickets that didn’t get refunded and alot of tears and feelings of being used cheated and worthless, I made it to the USA again.  Only my mother would have contact with me at first, I would go to see my father who was unhappy when I left 10 years prior and had not spoken too me in the past 8 years or so.  I had stored all my household goods and property that we left behind on the way over there and I had a tent that I planned on living in.  I soon found out he had sold off, given away or thrown out everything of mine.  Including military documents, awards, medals and things I had sentimental attachment to.   And that he wanted nothing to do with me.

I spent the next year basically trying to find a place to settle in, but with my life completely in ruin and massive debt and nothing from the past besides a backpack full of clothes and whatever else I brought was quickly stolen by people I knew from high school pretending to be friends or unknown people while I slept in random locations.

My German girlfriend called. She said she changed her mind but it would take time.  I didn’t believe her but I hoped it was true.

I was just unable to find a way to get myself back on track with no stability or anything to work towards.  It was hard to believe that it was worth the effort. It would just get taken away again, in my mind at least.

I eventually got in contact with the VA and spent some time in the psych ward.  I got on medication but it took time.  They convinced me to go to a 6 week therapy/rehabilitation program in another state, which was a huge change.  It was a big part of my turn around but I would still find myself struggling afterwards.

Living in a tent in another state (New England) in September and December was rough and I had relapsed.  But I still kept up hope for the girl in Germany and we communicated frequently but I still never believed she would show up. I assumed she was just trying to get me to send money or have me humiliated for one reason or another.

After finding out I had been waiting for PTSD therapy for 2 months in the woods and they somehow didn’t have me on the list , I returned to state I was initially and admitted myself back into the psych ward for Christmas and new years. I then went to a different treatment center for my addiction and got back on the right path.

I ended up buying a camper from some people who took advantage of my kindness and situation (also my ignorance on the camper market) and I did everything I could to get it ready for her arrival.  I also tried to help a fellow veteran by co-signing on a truck with him and even paying the down payment on the condition that he would pick up payments and help me move the camper.  He did neither of those conditions and took off with the truck and my credit score.

When she did come it was magic.  Finally something good to happen in my life and she she said she wanted to be sober too.  I was so happy and excited that I was wrong about everything and the person I am closest to came back into my life.

The camper situation turned into us renting to live in the thing I overpayed for, and eventually relapse for both of us because the temptation was the at the landlords/toilet /where the electricity came from.

After a few months of being treated like trash and getting guilt tripped and manipulated to pay more then we could afford to have the broken small unmovable roof over our heads we went to my social worker at the VA for help and abandoned the camper to move to the hotel we now are residing in as soon as we learned about the option that wouldn’t be possible without economic services help.  We have a clean slate in another city far from the drama we had to endure to have each other and are sober and looking for work.  We are hopeful and truly working on our relationship, sobriety and overall wellbeing.

I am drowning in debt and I have no car, no job at the moment and my VA benefits have been garnished because of a clerical error where they overpaid me for 11 years and now need $24000 back.  I don’t know what else to do so I submit my situation and plea to you for financial aid and I hope and pray to God that someone comes to my rescue and restores my faith in humanity as well helps me find a way out of this hole.  My cash app tag is $PaulMcPhetres88

God bless you and thank you for considering helping those whom you do not know.

Dear Kind-Hearted Donors,I am reaching out to you today from a place of deep humility and hope. For 18 years, I had a stable life and a place to call home. Unfortunately, due to unexpected and overwhelming circumstances, I lost that home. Since February, my reality has changed drastically, and I have been living entirely out of my car.Living in a vehicle for months is exhausting, isolating, and unsafe. Despite these immense challenges, I have kept moving forward every single day. I am working hard to rebuild my life, and I have finally found a safe, stable rental apartment for $1,600 a month. This space would mean everything to me—it represents safety, dignity, and a fresh start.However, the transition from homelessness back into stable housing comes with a steep financial barrier. To move in, the landlord requires both the first month’s rent and a security deposit. This creates an immediate upfront cost of $3,200. While I am doing everything I can to save, coming up with this large lump sum all at once while living out of a car has proven completely impossible without help.This is why I am humbly turning to you. My goal is to raise $3,200 to secure this apartment. Every single dollar donated to this campaign will go directly toward this move-in cost. Please know that your generosity is not just paying a bill; it is providing a bridge to safety. It is the direct catalyst that will pull me out of my car and put a permanent, secure roof over my head.I understand that times are difficult for many people right now. If you are unable to contribute financially, sharing my campaign link with your friends, family, or online communities would mean the world to me. Thank you so much for reading my story, for your deep empathy, and for considering helping me regain my home.

I am happy to provide proof of the rental agreement or landlord contact information privately to serious donors to verify my situation.

https://paypal.me/artserverpimp

We are in need of some financial assistance at the moment. We own a small business relating to senior healthcare which enables the elderly to be monitered at home rather than in an assisted living facility or nursing home. We expected this business to supplement our retirement income. Our business is conducted out of our home via emails and over the phone. However, we have been cheated out of a good sum of money. This person filed bankruptsy so we cannot take him to court. My husband is now working a full time job outside of the home at 73 years of age and it is a physical strain on him. Our current business project will not see any payout until 3-6 months from now. We do not want to file bankruptcy as we have never failed to pay any bill we have owed. Any help anyone can give so we can pay our bills and not file bankruptcy will be so much appreciated. We estimate we need around $30,000 to carry us until our business income can support us. Thank you!

cash.app/$KaidaandSheba

My story just for the last 6 years has been hard. 6 yrs ago on my birthday I found out my dad had cancer, he passed away 5 months later, 6 months after that at Christmas we received a no cause eviction so the landlord could bring the unit up to market value. We found an apartment, it was ok until 2023, in that year one of my license plates had been stolen. This was in August, had to replace my plates, September 3rd I was attacked, pistol whipped and shot at by a group of teens. The people associated with the attack lived in the building across from us and were involved in gang activity. The management wouldn’t do anything unless I gave permission to give my information to the other tenants as a witness. November, 2023 still, a homeless person broke into our unit in the middle of the night. Again police involved, the management  wouldn’t even change our locks. January 2024, my uncle died on my birthday. He left a 12 yr old son behind. His son has been in state custody since. We finally have all background and security checks done and are in the process of getting this boy. This year though on my birthday again, I lost my job with no clear reason why. My savings is gone and I want to move to a better area to be mom again. This boy is on the spectrum and is also diagnosed with dd. I would greatly appreciate any help , I am trying to raise approximately 15000 for moving expenses and special needs items for my young cousin

PayPal.me@KMartin631

Hi.

I am requesting funds because I have gotten a little overzealous with my credit. I have a steady monthly income but currently have no wiggle room for emergencies. I feel like I am trapped in a cycle I can’t overcome without help. I will be using any money received to pay bills and help get out of debt and build credit. I would like to build a nice cushion in case of emergency. I have three older rescue dogs and fear I will not have the funds to pay for their vet care if needed. I appreciate any help you can offer.

https://paypal.me/ns725

Hello wonderful people, im asking for help, $7000 to cover day to day bills, i have been getting garnished from my payroll check for a vehicle that was repossessed, and the past 8 months, ive been living from paycheck to paycheck, barely able to cover everyday expenses, borrowing money that actually puts me further in debt to survive, and now my son and his family of three has moved in from another state, and haven’t found employment yet, so that’s piling my bills even higher, I barely have money to get gas to go to and from work, my daughter is widowed and the mother of 3 beautiful girls, so whenever I can I try to help her with her expenses, your kindness would be greatly appreciated,  and thanks in advance, and God Bless You.

Paypal is Dwan McNeil

@shorty1973

Hello, I’m a 49 year old married female who is separated from my husband, since Aug27,2025. I checked out of the marriage mentally in may of 2025, because he wouldn’t put me on his medical insurance, when I didn’t have a job. That hurted me to my core! This is my first marriage and I thought I found a good man, only to find out in hard times that wasn’t the case! I had got laid off from work and the money that was in my 401K, I used it to get my LLC, so that I could start my company and get it off and running. Well I have my Business License, but it never took off due to financial difficulties and that is still the case. Fast forward, I always worked in transportation and drove buses and garbage trucks for years, just to pay bills and take care of my two daughters, but that wasn’t my passion. My heart was always into welding and that is the gift and dream that God gave me. My husband put me down and said that, no one will hire me that is a man’s trade, he didn’t believe in me or my dream and that was really it for me. I always went to school for welding, but no one ever gave me a chance, so I cried and gave up on my dream and continued to drive a garbage truck, just miserable. One day I said , I’m going to apply one more time and if I don’t get a job in welding, I’m just going to give up for good. Well a shipyard company called me out of town for an interview and I only had $500 to my name and I told my husband and he said I hope you don’t get the job. When I went out of town for the interview, I told the people that I came all this way for my dream to come true and my last $500 if for hotel and food, gas whatever it takes to stay until I know the results of the interview. I also told them that my husband said he hope that, that I don’t get the job, so the lady saw that I was crying and she said  maa’m tell him you got the job. Go get in line so you can get on the shuttle bus to go to the clinic to take the drug and alcohol test. I passed everything and told my family they were happy for me and found me a place where I have a roomate and I pay weekly, with there help. I left the husband and all my belongings and I am currently struggling right now until, I get on my feet I’m currently behind on alot of bills, I owe the irs and car payment etc, I’m asking for help please! Any amount is helpful and I thank you in advance. paypal.me/Soniafarley71

My name is Joseph Wilson , a proud Iraq War veteran who gave everything for this country and now finds myself fighting a new battle just to survive and stay independent.

In Iraq, I lost my left arm serving our nation. I came home as an amputee with a determination to rebuild my life. For years I pushed through the pain, the phantom sensations, and the daily frustrations that come with missing an arm. I worked hard, adapted, and tried to live with dignity. But the cost of being a disabled veteran has finally caught up with me in ways I never expected.

I can no longer work due to my injury and the complications that followed. Without steady income, I lost my vehicle — the one thing that gave me freedom and access to medical care. Because I couldn’t afford to keep it on the road, I’ve now missed my last two critical prosthetic appointments. These aren’t optional visits. Without proper fitting and adjustments to my prosthetic arm, I lose more and more function every day. Simple tasks like dressing myself, preparing food, or even driving (if I ever get another vehicle) become nearly impossible. The longer I go without these appointments, the harder it becomes to stay independent and the more pain I endure.

I’m a fighter — I always have been — but right now I’m exhausted and honestly scared. Living in New York City as a left arm amputee without reliable transportation means I’m trapped. Doctor visits, therapy, grocery shopping, and basic errands turn into major obstacles. Every day that passes without help feels like I’m slowly losing the hard-won progress I made after coming home from war.

I’m not asking for luxury. I’m asking for a chance to get back on my feet — literally and figuratively. The funds from this campaign will first go toward securing reliable transportation so I can attend my prosthetic appointments and future medical needs. Any additional support will help with basic living expenses, medication, and the high out-of-pocket costs that veterans like me sometimes fall through the cracks on.

I never thought I’d be in this position after serving my country. I’m humbled and grateful for every single person who reads this. Whether you can donate $5, $10, $25, or simply share this campaign with your friends and family — you are giving me more than money. You’re giving me hope, dignity, and the ability to keep fighting.

To every veteran out there struggling in silence: you are not alone. To every American who believes in supporting those who served: thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your kindness will not be wasted.

Please help me get my prosthetic care back on track and regain some independence. Every share and every donation brings me one step closer to the life I fought so hard to return to.

With deepest regards,

venmo-@Joseph-Wilson-280

Hello, to any kind strangers that take the time to read this.

My name is Aimee and I am a 33 year old woman (34 in 2 days) living in Washington State. 

The past several years have proven more than I can withstand and although I have tried again and again to get my head back above water, I have yet to succeed. I was attacked by a very large dog (180 pound Argentine Mastif) who grabbed a hold of my belly while I was laying down and pulled and jerked his head so hard, so many times, that the skin on my belly tore wide open. His owner, my ex boyfriend, was arguing with me and he told the dog to “get her”. I am so grateful to be alive, and also that he did not attack my face, or I would be unrecognizable today. Because this all happened while I was on the opposite side of the state, where I didn’t know anyone except my abusive (now ex) boyfriend, I had no chance of going home. I was in no condition to try and travel, and nowhere to go where I could stay even if I had made it across the pass during the winter in my condition. I ended up with Suchers (soochers? they are like stitches but really big and for very deep wounds)  and a draining tube hanging out of my tummy which swelled up like I was 6 months pregnant for the bigger half of my healing process. The fact that I had nowhere to go was used against me, so my ex told me that I would be forced to be on the streets unless I agreed to tell no one that he told the dog to do it and for the dog to not be put down either. I honestly didn’t really want to put the dog down anyways, because it was not his fault. He was only doing what his owner told him to do and he looked like he felt guilty when it was all over. Anyways, I had to go back to the house that it happened at, with the same guy and dog.

This is actually where things got even worse, because he would give me one of the pain meds I was prescribed, and then he would leave, telling me that he would be back that night. He wasn’t. Over and over he would be gone for 2, 3, even 4 days at a time. He did not leave me with food or much more than a water bottle. I was not physically able to get myself to the bathroom and I ended up urinating on myself almost every time that he left. It was disgusting and humiliating. I have never been so hungry and thirsty in my life. I would use all of my mental energy to focus and try to get someone outside to hear me so that they could bring me some food and something to drink. My wound came close to getting infected because I was not able to keep myself clean. This went on for 6 months until I was finally healed up enough to leave and run away. Anyways…. although this has caused significant emotional and mental trauma. I have wanted nothing more but to get back on my feet again. I don’t want that one moment of abuse to take everything from me.

I am not asking any one person to cover everything, because I know that times are hard right now for just about everyone. If anyone is able to send a couple of bucks, you would be beyond appreciated.

My total goal is this:

$3000 to get a car so that I can get a job and get to and from work

$5000 to cover first and last month’s rent so I can get into an apartment and out of the shelters around town (I am tired of my stuff getting stolen all the time!)

I still have $16,000 in medical bills, but I am planning on gettting a job so that I can pay all of that off

I am already out of food stamps and it is only 1/2 way through the month. It is hard to make food last when you don’t have access to a refridgerator.

So if anyone is able to send a couple hundred dollars for food this month that would be very appreciated!!

Every dollar sent will go towards rebuilding my life into something productive and joyous, so I can spread more joy and kindness as well to those who need it. Here’s to getting my head above water. Life is too precious to be spent struggling.

My birthday is on the 16th! Anyone who wants to say hello and wish me a happy birthday, it would make me smile :)  my email is: aimeenicole46and2@gmail.com (happy bday wishes only, not for sending $)

Cashapp: $CedarFawn

Paypal.me/bkush4602 (bkush4602@gmail.com) 

or you can use this payment link: https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/VCC33SFZT7ETJ

Thank you so much for reading!! 

Hi I’m a mom of 3 amazing kids one who is currently enlisted in the marines and I need help really bad I recently lost my job so me and my husband are struggling bad with bills well we have been ever since Covid hit we can’t seem to get us out of this hole we have tried and now that my husbands income is the only income we have in the home right now we can’t pay our bill we have had to choose food or bills and we have 2 kids still at home so they have to eat we tried applying for food stamps but they said we only qualify for my kids to get medical I’m begging you please can you help us

Cashapp is $chrissann1983

paypal is @crystalandgary

The Plea:

Hello – thank you for taking the time to look at this posting.

My name is Ashley and this Sept. 2025 my federally grant funded job ended due to the grant itself reaching the end of its cycle. My job was not written into the new grant and I decided to take the Unemployment offered to me as a chance to really consider my career and what I wanted, let alone, needed to do next. I tried doing online work for data entry, surveys, and tarot readings to supplement the little Unemployment I was getting along the way. Unfortunately as of the end of April 2026 not only did those benefits end but I realized the online gig work was not working.

I am currently in the process of submitting applications to local jobs, however, before any of those jobs get back to me, let alone interview, hire, and pay me – I will likely have to pay all the bills for this month and part of next. I have come to beggingmoney because my friends and family are nowhere well off enough to have extra money to help me through, but if I don’t stay on top of my bills then the debt I have spent the past 10 years trying to alleviate will only get worse.

If you have the money and the generosity to spare I humbly ask you send it my way so that I can at least have this month to get a job, let alone not spiral into more debt.

The Numbers:

• Monthly Bills & Expenses = $3,500
  • (Includes Rent, Car, Car Insurance, Gas, Phone Bill, Debts, Cat Care, Groceries)
• Total in Collections =$7,543
• Total Credit Card Debt = $932
• Total Loan Debt = $253
  • Total Debit Owed= $8,728

The Request:

2 months of Expenses ($7000)
OR
Total Debit Owed ($8,728)

[It feels too greedy to ask for my debit AND a month of expenses to be covered, but, if possible, that would be ($12,228)]

The Promise:

I come from generational poverty and spent my 20’s failing forward in my effort to grow out of that mindset and way of handling money. Being where I am now is rough but does not stop me from continuing to strive for a better financial mindset for myself. As such I have bi-weekly appointments with my credit union financial advisor to work on those things, though right now our biggest goal is cash flow before managing it. My goal is to eliminate my debt and start over fresh with the knowledge and self-control I didn’t have at 20 getting my first credit card.

I promise to those of you who help me that your kindness and money will not go to waste. I promise to not take it for granted and use this moment at ‘rock bottom’ to learn and never return to it again. I promise that once I am financially stable again I will return to beggingmoney to help out those I can, and pay it forward.

The Link:

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/adbushey

Urgent: $37,000 needed for my daughter’s life-saving medical recovery and urgent bills

Story Description (Descripción de la situación)

To all kind hearts,

am reaching out in a moment of extreme desperation. My young daughter has recently faced a severe and prolonged hospitalization that has turned our world upside down. Seeing her fight for her health has been the most painful experience a parent can endure, and unfortunately, her current situation remains very difficult and fragile.

This medical crisis hasn’t just affected her health; it has completely overwhelmed our family’s finances. Due to the months spent by her side in the hospital, we have fallen dangerously behind on all our essential commitments. We are currently facing over $37,000 in debt, which includes critical housing payments and transportation costs that we are at risk of losing.

We need these funds to cover:

Mounting medical bills not covered by insurance.

Housing arrears to prevent eviction while she recovers.

Transportation debt to ensure we can continue taking her to her ongoing specialist appointments.

Our priority is her health, but the weight of these debts makes it impossible to focus on her recovery. We are at a breaking point and fear losing the roof over our heads during this critical time.

Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us, any donation—no matter the size—will go directly toward stabilizing our home and ensuring my daughter gets the care she needs.

updates on our verified GoFundMe page here:

https://gofund.me/1ede3de2b

Cash App, Paypal and Zell:

407-310-3507

amisabelreyes20@gmail.com

Thank you for your prayers, your shares, and your generosity. God bless you.”