Hello, my name is Micah Lamb, and I have never truly understood needing help until now. I have worked at Taco Bell in my native Knoxville for three years now, and I have always been able to take care of myself fairly well. Sure, there have been quite a few “Ramen For Dinner” nights, but I suppose that’s how minimum wage works, right? Recently, my general manager has shown interest in promoting me to Shift Manager. My pay would jump from $7.70 to $10.50 and I would be getting 40 hours a week with as much overtime as I could handle. I jumped at this chance, and started my training to get there. Four days ago, my car (2000 Honda that I have taken extremely good care of) started making whining sounds and refusing to go into gear without significant urging. I brought it into the mechanic yesterday and he told me the transmission had just about had it. The grand total to fix it is roughly $1000. I had a modest $300 in my savings account, but it has all gone towards this month’s rent. I have asked my mother, father, grandparents, and all three of my roommates if there was anything they could help me with, but they refuse me any help whatsoever. I called my boss and explained the situation, but he gave me the ultimatum I wasn’t ready to hear: If you’re not here tomorrow, we’ll have to let you go. Well tomorrow is now today, and even though I pleaded with everyone I could think of, I couldn’t even afford to take the bus to work. So now I’ve been sent away from the job I’ve dutifully worked at for three years, a car I can’t use to seek new employment, and the long shadow of bills looming over my shoulder. The $57 you see in my bank account is all the money I have to my name, and fifty-five of it is predetermined for rent tomorrow. I don’t know what to do at this point. I’ve never been one worry about money, but the anxiety I feel now is almost palpable. Any help whatsoever is inexplicably appreciated, and I will save your PayPal info so I can to pay you back once I’m back on my feet. I know these words are only meaningful to those who read them, so I will plead one more time before I go; please don’t let me drown.