Finding myself here seems to me to be something unfathomable, yet surreal.
If you stop to read this post, know that I appreciate it very much.
Hello, I’m Aaron. I’m writing this today 01/14/2019 in hopes with prayers that I may be blessed with the good fortune that I may be bestowed help with achieving financial freedom. I’m not sure or even know how much to ask for. Just know that any and everything helps to go a long way towards securing this goal of financial support, not just myself but my also family.
I grew up in poor, in a family of seven in the ghetto of Cincinnati, OH. Raised by a man, my father who worked day end and night on one source of income to support his 5 sons, and wife with a dire medical issue and still happy and married after 30 years. For that extremely humbled as well grateful.
Currently of this day I’m now Twenty-Five years of age, engaged with a son due to meet this world in June of this year. I curiously wonder how I’ve managed to make it to this point of life. I’ve survived my teenage upbringing of a poverty stricken trek through the gang and drug-filled trenches of price hill. Embedded in the back of my mind, I knew that with every waking breath and step through that neighborhood could’ve become drastically life altering.
We didn’t have much, but what we had was each other and a roof over our heads. Our mother didn’t work, she was a stay at home mother due to her failing liver from a medical condition. What seemed to be an eternity of prayers in this month six years ago for a blessed soul to be a matched donor with only a three percent success chance of that liver functioning properly after the surgery, my mother is now healthy and happily living her life.
Through most of my teenage years there were times we didn’t have water, electric or heat. Most, if not all the time, it was one or the other. Those teenage days consisted of finding a source of money, food and a day’s shower. As my father worked constantly to play catch up constantly on past due bills, myself and the two oldest brothers went to get jobs to help relieve the pressure from my father which ultimately caused myself to drop out of high school to get a full-time job to help support my two younger siblings as they became of the age to get a job themselves.
I’m the third son of five, just getting by with what I have as I prepare to make room and to begin to raise a son of my own this year. I currently had to go through a chapter 7 bankruptcy due to a car wreck that happened on the way to get my license when I was nineteen years old, I was left with medical bills for myself and the passengers as well I was sued. A gut-wrenching feeling knowing I can’t provide a house for my son and Fiancé because of that or help my family members due to the things that had happened the past. I’m hoping that all I can do now is move into the future with the positive thought that I’m capable of helping everyone along this path in life.
I think to myself questioning all the reasons that I wouldn’t express this so openly to anyone but very close companions, especially to the public, leaves me with a comforting feeling of relief, knowing I didn’t have an simple come up, that nothing in this world comes easy and that everything that is worth fighting for isn’t easily obtain.
I know you can only read the words I’ve written and can only imagine the way things were for my family and myself as we all grew into adults. I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this, it’s much appreciated.
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