Hello, and thank you for reading my story.

I’m a single mom who’s been trying to recover from the long-term effects of COVID and a rare complication that caused permanent nerve damage in my face. Which can be seen in my profile picture. I am not smirking, I just can’t lift the right side of my face. I was on short-term disability for a while, which helped a little, but it wasn’t enough. Medical bills piled up, and I had to rely on credit cards and loans just to keep up with everyday life.

Now I’m facing over $6,000 in medical debt and $20,000 in loan/credit card debt. I’ve created a Fundly campaign to help get back on my feet, and I’m also sharing my PayPal for anyone who prefers direct support.

🩵 Fundly Campaign: fundly.com/from-covid-to-crisis-help-me-get-back-on-my-feet
💸 PayPal: https://PayPal.me/AnniePringle

Every little bit makes a huge difference. Even sharing this helps. Thank you for your kindness and generosity during one of the toughest times of my life.

With love and gratitude,
Annie

I am two months shy of my 60th birthday. I am going in for kidney stone surgery. Because i don’t have any employer insurance, i will have to pay the full amount out of pocket. Working as a janitor full time you don’t really have health insurance. They hire you as an independent contractor unless you work for the state or the city. I have worked my whole life cleaning toilets on my hands and knees.

I wouldn’t say it was fun, but it passes time. However, with the chronic pain of kidney stones not to mention hemorrhoids, i had to prematurely end my days as a cleaner. The constant turning and twisting has been for me, unbearable. I really can’t afford to retire at 62 since i have not made a lot of money in my lifetime. I am asking for 250 thousand dollars to get me through this next ten year period. I have tried to change career fields but no one will even give me a shot since all i have ever done is clean.

I am coming to this site because of the name “Begging for Money”. All my life i thought i don’t need anybody and then you get humbled by life. I was born in Tennessee and moved to Alabama when i was four. All my life, my dream was to get back to birthplace and live my dream in my home state of Tennessee. I took care of both my parents in Alabama moving back from the state of Tennessee. It was the most important thing  i have ever done in my life. I would have regretted it my whole life if i had not stood up. After they both died, i was able to buy a modest house in the state of my beloved Tennessee.It is paid for but i won’t be able to keep it with all these medical bills. I will have to go back to Alabama and live in a pool house with my sister constantly being reminded that i should never left in the first place. Ever since I was four, my dream was to come back to paradise. I will never be able to get back again. I simply don’t have the money. Rent is too high and so are utilities. Will i die? Of course not. Will i be living on the street? Of course not. But my spirit will be broken and how happy a life can you lead with a broken spirit? I beg you blessed people, please help me live out my dream of living out whatever is left of my life in my “paradise”.

 

Greetings dear good people. My name is Jim.  I so wish I was on the other side of this situation.  I would rather be helping people rather than asking for help. (which is very hard for me).

My wife and I are retired nurses. We spend more that 40 years serving others and it was very satisfying.  During our life we experienced many challenges.  Our  3rd child had open heart surgery at 1 month old.  She is now very healthy now.  My wife, Erin, experienced 3 auto accidents (none her fault).  One resulted in spinal surgery to the neck.  She now has life long chronic pain.  My self…I’ve had surgery on both shoulders, right shoulder replacement, right knee replacement, Widow maker heart attack.  This followed with open heart surgery.  This took me out of the work force a couple of years early.  Heart issues comes with frequent medical test and procedures and a lot of medications.  And yes, we have to add the development of type 2 diabetes.

With all this said, we stayed just above water all our lives.  Nothing extra for travel or weekend retreats.  Well, yes we did take the kids on annual vacations to the Smokey Mountains.  We always camped as that was all we could afford.  As I said we managed to keep our heads above water, but now we seem to be losing ground.  We have medical bills that we cannot pay.  A couple of credit cards that I can only make minimal payments.  So those are never going to go away.

We are preparing to move in our forever home.  We barely made the financial requirements.  I’m sure this will not be my forever home for too many more years as my health dictates differently.  I do not want to leave my wife and/or children with any unpaid bills.  I’d like to go out with a clean bill…

If you find my story worthy of your help, and God bless you for what you do, I would painfully ask for $20,000 to clear all my debts…and maybe a little left over to take that week-end get-a-way.

Thank you so much,

James (Jim) Skinner

paypal.me/skinner4900

I’m reaching out to share a deeply personal journey and to ask for your support. I’m currently living with lupus, an autoimmune disease that has significantly impacted my health — especially my kidneys. Recently, my condition has required treatments and medications that aren’t fully covered by insurance, placing a financial strain on both me and my family.

Managing this illness comes with ongoing and often overwhelming costs — from medications and lab work to doctor visits and transportation. That’s why I’ve created this fund: to help cover these essential medical expenses and maintain my health and independence.

Every donation, no matter the size, brings me one step closer to stability and healing. If you’re unable to give, simply sharing this message means just as much. Thank you for taking the time to read, for caring, and for standing with me in this fight.

 

Sending love and gratitude!

paypal.me/tunca1

$5K goal

I am no good with words, and find it hard to put my thoughts into an understandable, coherant sentance, but here goes.

I have been struggling with mental health issues for most of my life. Went to therapy for a couple years before I turned 18, and couldn’t afford it without the state footing the bill. Used what I learned to try my best and live a happy life. And it worked for a while.

The next 5-10 years were decent. Only occasionally had dark thoughts, or a mental break. And had people I could rely on in those situations. People I could call, text, or drive and see that had been through the darkness and could help me see the light. Most of those people are gone now. Either ended it themselves, turned to drugs, or passed due to old age. I am left alone dealing with this, and old tools no longer help.

Fastforward to today, and I have suicidal thoughts daily. No matter what goes on in my life, good or bad, my mind makes me think I am not good enough. That the world is better off without me in it, and I hate myself more and more because of that. I can smile and laugh in public, or with friends, but I know it’s fake. A few of the people I hang out with regularly know it is too. One asked “How are you always so happy? Nothing ever seems to get to you? How do you do it?” And I had to tell him that it’s because it’s all fake. Told him I had been depressed since I was 12 and that I would rather those around me laugh and smile then be sad, or pity me, so I mask my thoughts with jokes and smiles. We stopped talking and hanging out after that. I miss him. I try to change my thinking, to motivate myself to seek help, but theres a voice in the back of my mind telling me that there is no use. No one will help me, and I should just end it.

I have been to a few free therapy sessions over the last couple years, and they help, but it’s like painting over a rust spot. Looks great from a distance, but falls apart under inspection. My mental health is affecting my work, to the point that I just want to lay in bed all day and cry.

I just want to be able to be the happy guy I used to be. To be the man I need to be for my family.

 

https://paypal.me/MentalHelp42?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

Hello,

I am in need of financial help due to having had high medical costs in 2024 and continuing high medical costs this year.

I currently owe $10,000 most of which is due to hospital stays that were expensive even with insurance and expensive medical treatments and medications.

At this time I can not work due to my disabilities but my goal is to improve my health to where I can work in the future. This means that I have to continue to spend what little money I have leftover in my savings on current and future medical costs making it impossible for me to pay off the debt.

I’m quite worried that the debt could go to collections soon and I have been trying to pay it off but it’s incredibly hard to do so with my continuing medical costs.

Any donations would be greatly appreciated and incredibly helpful.

My PayPal account is:

paypal.me/LillianIrene568

“Sudden health crisis a shocking wake up call about the danger of unregulated tattoos” we all know that tattoos are a popular form of expression and art but what many people don’t realize is that they can also post serious health risk. Just asked Howard a 61-year-old man who recently discovered that his love for tattoos has led to a life-threatening condition. It all started when Howard went to get a tattoo, something he had done multiple times . However, this time was different. Three months ago he found out that he has cirrhosis of the liver stage 4 and hepatitis C, due to unsanitary practices at the tattoo studio and if that wasn’t enough doctors also discovered that he has esophageal and stomach varices and has heptaceellular carcinoma cancer stage 2 all from that one tattoo. But here’s the kicker- Howard had no idea about any of this until his recent hospitalization. Despite doctors running tests and discovering these conditions , no one bothered to inform him. Now,  he has left with a grim reality -too sick to work, no income, and a pile of medical bills that he cannot afford to pay.  At 61 Howard should be enjoying his golden years, not worrying about how he will pay rent , buy groceries or cover medical expenses. It’s a shocking and unexpected turn of events and it’s left Howard in a State of shock and desperation. So why are we sharing Howard story because it’s accountability tale that highlights the importance of the tattoo industry. While there are strict health and safety standards for licensed tattoo artist, there is still a vast number of unregulated and unlicensed tattoo studios out there and as Howard’s case shows, the consequences can be deadly. But Howard’s story is not all doom and gloom it’s also a call to action for all of us to step up and help. As a community we can come together to support Howard in his time of need. Whether it’s through donations, spreading the word, or simply offering words of encouragement. We can make a difference in Howard’s life.  And let’s not forget the bigger picture- raising awareness about the importance of regulation in the tattoo industry. As consumers , we have the power to demand stricter laws and regulations to protect ourselves and others from harmful and unsanitary practices. Let’s use our voices to bring about change and prevent more cases like Howard’s from happening. In conclusion,  Howard story is a wake-up call for all of us. It’s time to take a stand and demand better standards for the tattoo industry. But more importantly it’s time to come together and help Howard in his time of need. We can all make a difference and show Howard that he is not alone in this battle. After all, the golden years should be filled with joy and happiness. Not health crisis and financial struggles. Let’s make sure Howard’s story has a happy ending. We are trying to raise 20,000 plus for Howard.        PayPal.me/HowardAtkinson

*The Cracks in Our Perfect Facade*

We were the couple everyone envied. Our wedding is just months away, and our friends and family can’t stop raving about our love. But behind closed doors, reality is unraveling.   At first, it was just a glass of wine after work. Then it became two, sometimes three. I’d brush it off as stress relief, but deep down, I knew it isn’t just that. My fiancé, Alex, has started using harder substances to cope with the pressure of our upcoming wedding and the expectations that come with it.              I have tried to be supportive, to be the rock she needs, but I feel like I’m hitting a brick wall. Denial, anger, and frustration is starting  to consumed me. Our relationship has started to fray at the edges. Last week I found Alex passed out on the couch, an empty pill bottle beside her. That’s when I realized we need help. I couldn’t lose the love of my life to addiction. With tears streaming down my face, I convinced Alex to seek rehab. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it is necessary. The road to recovery will be long and arduous, but I’m willing to stand by her, even if it means postponing our wedding.  I feel a mix of emotions: sadness, relief, and hope. Our love is worth fighting for, and I know that together, we can overcome this. The journey ahead won’t be easy, but we are ready to face it head-on, side by side with the person I love. Our love story isn’t ending; it is just beginning a new chapter, one of hope, healing, growth, and redemption. Please help us!

My name is Wisdom Walamu, and today I’m writing with a heart full of love, fear, and hope. I never thought I’d find myself in this position asking the kindness of strangers to help save the most important person in my life. But here I am, not as a man too proud to beg, but as a husband and a soon-to-be father who is terrified of losing the woman who means everything to him.

My wife, Joy, is expecting our baby boy. What should be the happiest time of our lives has become a time filled with fear and desperation. She needs an urgent Cesarean section (C-section) surgery, and we simply cannot afford it.

We’ve done everything we can. We’ve stretched every dollar, knocked on every door, and tried every possible option. But the truth is we are falling short. And the clock is ticking.

A Love Story Worth Fighting For

Let me tell you a little about her about the woman who changed my life. We met in the most ordinary way, but what blossomed was anything but ordinary. She is kind beyond words, strong beyond belief, and has carried this pregnancy with so much grace despite the challenges. Even when she was in pain, she smiled. Even when she was scared, she reassured me.

From the moment we found out we were going to be parents, she lit up in a way I’d never seen before. She talked to our baby every night. She would place my hand on her belly and say, “Feel him? He’s dancing for us.” Her love for our son is already boundless. I see it in the way she prepares his tiny clothes, in the way she whispers lullabies before he’s even born.

But the last few weeks have been hard. Her doctor told us that due to complications, a natural birth is too risky. A C-section is the only safe option for both her and the baby. Without it, her life and our son’s are in danger.

The Reality We’re Facing

We live in a place where healthcare isn’t always accessible to those who need it most. We don’t have insurance that covers this kind of emergency, and the cost of the surgery is far beyond what we can manage. We’re not asking for luxury or comfort we’re asking for a chance. A chance to bring our baby into the world safely. A chance to keep the woman I love alive.

Every day that passes without the surgery adds to the risk. Her condition is growing more complicated. The doctor has urged us to schedule the C-section as soon as possible. But all we can do now is wait and hope and pray that help comes in time.

Why I’m Reaching Out

I never imagined I’d be starting a fundraiser for something so critical, so intimate. But I’ve learned that pride doesn’t matter when the person you love is in danger. All that matters is getting her the help she needs.

We’re not looking for a miracle we’re just looking for kindness. Your donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to the day I can hold both of them my wife and my son safe in my arms. It brings us closer to life instead of loss.

I think about what could happen if we don’t raise enough in time. I try not to, but it haunts me. I imagine a future without her laugh, her warmth, her love. And I can’t bear it. She’s not just my wife she’s my best friend, my strength, my world.

She has dreams too. She wants to be the kind of mom who packs school lunches, who cheers the loudest at football games, who stays up late helping with homework. She wants to watch our son grow, to see who he becomes. She deserves that. They deserve that.

How You Can Help

If you’ve ever loved someone so much it scared you if you’ve ever looked into someone’s eyes and seen your whole future then you know what I’m feeling right now. You know what it means to want to fight the whole world just to keep them safe.

I’m not a writer, I’m not a public speaker—I’m just a man in love, trying to protect his family. And right now, we need help. We need people to care. We need people like you.

Your donation will go directly to covering the cost of her C-section surgery. Every single cent will be used to bring our son into this world safely and to make sure my wife survives this birth. Every share, every message, every act of support means more than I can put into words.

I know times are hard for many, and asking for help isn’t easy. But if you’ve read this far, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to hear our story. Thank you for seeing us, even if we’re strangers. And thank you, from the depths of my heart, if you’re able to help.

One Last Wish

All I want is to hear my baby cry for the first time and to see her smile when she holds him. All I want is to tell her, “You did it. You’re safe. He’s safe. We’re a family.”

Please help me make that happen.

Payment Options:

Bitcoin Address: 1JQngSxR9mPCtWhaEnwettHnMkbMfRX2DX

US BANK ACCOUNT DETAILS
Account Holder: Wisdom Eruchi Walamu
Account Number: 215533584454
Wire Routing: 101019644
ACH Routing: 101019644
Account Type: Checking
Bank Name: Lead Bank
Bank Address: 1801 Main St., Kansas City, MO 64108

EU BANK ACCOUNT DETAILS
Account Name: Wisdom Eruchi Walamu
Account Number: 68205466
Sort Code: 041307
Swift Code: CLJUGB21XXX
IBAN: GB21CLJU04130768205466
Bank Name: Clear Junction Limited
Bank Address: 4th Floor Imperial House, 15 Kingsway, London, United Kingdom, WC2B 6UN
PLEASE NOTE:
•This account only support payments via SEPA & SEPA
•Account can only receive funds in the European Euro (EUR)

UK BANK ACCOUNT DETAILS
Account Name: Wisdom Eruchi Walamu
Account Number: 68205466
Sort Code: 041307
Swift Code: CLJUGB21XXX
IBAN: GB21CLJU04130768205466
Bank Name: Clear Junction Limited
Bank Address: 4th Floor Imperial House, 15 Kingsway, London, United Kingdom, WC2B 6UN
PLEASE NOTE:
* This account only support payments via Faster payments (FPS), Bacs and CHAPS
* Account can only receive funds in the Great Britain
Pounds (GBP)

With all my heart,
Wisdom Walamu.

I’m reaching out with a heavy heart to ask for your help. My 5-year-old grandson has epilepsy, and while we are grateful for the medicine that has helped reduce his seizures, it’s now causing serious damage to his liver. We live in Indiana and have Medicade, but the care he truly needs isn’t covered. After researching alternative options, we believe CBD oil treatment in Michigan offers hope — a chance at fewer seizures and a healthier, happier life. But the treatment is all out-of-pocket, and we simply can’t afford it on our own.

My daughter and I are doing everything we can to support him, but our financial situation is stretched beyond its limit. On top of this, I’m also the primary caregiver for my 75-year-old father, who is battling leukemia. Between doctor visits, medications, and trying to keep up with daily living expenses, we have nothing extra left — not even for something as important as giving my grandson a chance at better health.

This little boy deserves a shot at a normal childhood. He wants to run and play like other kids, but his condition and the side effects of the current medication hold him back. We’re hopeful that CBD oil treatment can make a difference — we’ve seen stories of children just like him who are now thriving thanks to this alternative approach.

If you can help in any way, big or small, we would be forever grateful. Every dollar raised will go toward travel, consultation, and treatment costs in Michigan. Your support could give my grandson the chance to live without pain and constant fear of seizures — and give our family a bit of relief during a time that has been so difficult.

Thank you for reading our story, and thank you for caring.

With gratitude,
Lori B
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