First, whoever reads this finds themselves well, at ease, and healthy alongside whoever surrounds them, and as for these words, may they come as clear to understanding as I hope to get the message across to whoever finds it. May it be a strength to help me out for the worth of its heartfelt knowledge. I am contacting you all today because I am a YouTube watcher. I did come across a video clip by “Odetta Rockhead-Kerr” 16 websites where Rich or Kind people give away free money. What inspire from Odetta is that she said be Authentic . I am going to be at my best to express my true beauty within.
The truth to the reality is that I can not put myself out there on the streets and beg for money these days, although I have to admit it has come to mind. I have seen so many people hold a sign-up asking for money, which is very sad. I have seen a single woman with animals and signs, or children with signs and the parents in wheelchairs; I am not going sit here and throw visions of many different portraits that I have witnessed because to me, they are, and to many, they are not. They may portray too many to bring to a canvas and demonstrate it for historical purposes, and even a photographer who knows what’s in the moment would make them rich by capturing these moments.
I find myself these days battling with an old demon from my past that just won’t let me live my life financially well.
In 1996, I was married, earning 30,000 a year. I enjoyed my job as an office assistant in the healthcare field. My downfall was that during the growing path of my career, my marriage fell apart when I found myself in a robbing scam in that my ex was involved in the same healthcare company we both worked in. The truth is that at that time, my ex would bring home equipment. Whenever I ask what this is about, He would say he found it in the garbage. One would come to think that garbage is garbage. Garbage is what I became because somebody called the Police, and I was called into security with my ex. And I was found also to be just as guilty and involved because I was married to him. My battle with Demons began when I lost my job to his demise, became a single parent, lost vehicles, and lost my home. I moved to Puerto Rico as a single parent, found support from my parents, and began pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Social Work. It’s 2001. I graduated and decided to search for a career in Social Work. I needed to begin with experience because one year of internship was not enough, so I started working as a security officer at Pfizer. I couldn’t handle well working the graveyard shift. I stayed there for six months. My parents own a Candy Store, so I decided to help them out for a while and volunteer at a Christian School. While volunteering at the school, I wanted to continue working with the disabled population for Special Education because that’s where I pursued my internship at a public school for a region while finishing my bachelor’s at the University of InterAmerican. The school where I was volunteering ended up closing, and we tried to get funding to get the school up and going, but during elections, voting for the building A political voting took favor to open a Residential complex. I then began battling with Cancer, losing my father first. My son started to experience health issues. I then began to fight Cancer myself , and then the health system in Puerto Rico just was not up to the task with the specialists that we needed in our Districts at the time. We had to travel, which became very costly. At this time, I could not land a good-paying job to pay for student loans.
I found that the Student Loan Foundation was after me to pay. I decide to go back to the States and start all over again cause Puerto Rico wasn’t doing it for me financially and medically.
It’s 2003, and my sister welcomed me to her home. My son began school. I got us medical help and landed a job at the beautiful casino. I became a supervisor for Keno, making good bucks. It was time to file taxes, and the IRS took my child’s Earn Income Credit payment. Then, they informed me that they would garnish my paycheck for one year and take half my salary to pay off money for the student loan. I was so shocked and so upset that I just let the depression take the best of me. I still worked and battled the best while living with my sister. I went to the state of Connecticut to ask for assistance, hoping that I could land some child support cause I couldn’t get it in Puerto Rico either. When social services went to look for child support from my ex, I provided all his information, even his social security number, which was and still is on his birth certificate. To my surprise, Social Services could not find him on the system. I was married to a ghost who lives in Texas today and is now married to a nurse. I battled the best way that I could, alone with my son. In 2006, I lifted a cash draw loaded with lots of coins, which made it very heavy, and I ended up losing my job due to injuring my back.
Once again, I am battling with depression, not finding the medical coverage that I need. I filed for unemployment and started to receive welfare assistance again, but no child support. The Student Loan Foundation had already been written to about my situation, so they backed off for a while, but they did, for about three years, take my son’s earned income credit. After getting treatment for my back and being able to walk and move again, I picked up a trade and received a License to work as a Certified Nursing Assistant. I worked well for a while until 2010.
I fell on the ice and broke my neck. After intense rehabilitation and therapy
I was able to walk and move around but with limitations. I have many restrictions that stop me from working at total capacity. I have tried to get back to work. I still know people in workforce which whom I have intensively ask to please help with references but they wont . I have even written to my professor at the University where I studied for my bachelors degree and begged for a professional letter to see if I can land a simple job with the State of Connecticut as an assistance at least to a Social Worker but no. One professor said you write in in English and Ill sign it I was like I CAN NOT believe that this is what I get for having gone thru a University understanding they would have my back to help me out with references on at least my performance in Special Education at the School where I did my practice. This is my real life battle the demon is the financial part that I just can not seem to get fixed no matter how hard I try to get ahead . With pennies, literally if working at lyft I make twenty five dollars to pay for gas its only to help me to get back home because for food I have none and I don’t care too much for food these days because buying food is just as expensive as keeping up shelter for yourself . I have had many doors close on me, but I keep trying. I seriously enjoyed this and wanted it to be a four-hundred-word essay, but nope.
2023 has been the worst, especially after Covid. I currently live in a trailer park in Connecticut. For two years, I have searched for trusted skilled workers to come and fix the floors. Recently, the floor sunk in, and the whole bathroom and plumbing needed to be upgraded. I made a sacrifice again in my life to not pay any of my bills and hire a contractor . Part of the contract was that I had to pay them half the money of 7000 but they were so lovely I wanted to pay and get it out the way because I genuinely felt they were going to finish the job. They never finished the trimming on the wall or the flooring. The painting I had to do. the outside hose is not connected to the pipe so there no longer an outside faucet. The shower stall still needs some sealant, and the electrical wiring needs to all be updated as well . My son tried to contact them , and they said they couldn’t find anybody to come and finish the job. Later, they said they would come, but a week went by, then a month and then this silence of not communicating and leaving me in the air with all this unfinished bathroom mentally drained me. Now, I am being pressed with huge amounts of bills . This is the demon that I have been battling with all these years of trying to get my life together. I am asking for a chance to get my life together so that I can start over once and for all in my life, square away my car loan and credit cards, and hire a proper skilled worker to finally finish fixing the trailer so I can find a Peaceful instill in my life that’s all I want. One hundred thousand dollars is the help that I need to get my life, back together . Thank you for reading I wish and hope you and yours all be happy and stay well . paypal.me/ERivera929