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