Hello… I’m writing this with a mixture of hope and despair. To be honest, I don’t even know if anyone will read this, but I have to try. Even writing this post is a sacrifice, because I’m using some of the money we had saved for one more week of Dilan’s treatment, just to be able to ask for help. I trust that by sharing our reality, someone might lend us a hand.

My name is Beimar, I’m 19 years old, and the truth is, we don’t know who else to turn to. My brother Dilan is 14 years old and has autism, and three days ago we had to completely suspend his therapies. Seeing him distressed because his routine was disrupted hurts me more than I can explain.

My mom works tirelessly, but her salary isn’t enough anymore. I barely earn 1,000 bolivianos a month, and that only covers diapers and milk for my one-year-old daughter, María. I don’t have a single peso left to help at home, much less for Dilan’s treatment. It’s just my mom, my two brothers (Dilan and me), and my daughter. My dad left years ago, and my daughter’s mother also left us. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed, but I can’t give up.

The doctors have told us that every day without therapy, Dilan regresses. His seizures are more severe, his progress is fading. Yesterday he spent hours agitated, unable to calm down, and all we could do was hold him in silence. Yesterday my mom sold the blender we used for his food, just to cover some of his medication costs.

We need to raise approximately $8,000 (about 55,680 Bolivianos). With that, we could:

• Resume his therapy immediately.

• Buy all his medications without having to split them.

• Pay for his outstanding medical appointments.

• Give him tools to communicate and regulate his emotions.

Every little bit helps us get closer. With $20 (139 Bs), he can pay for a therapy session. With $50 (348 Bs), he can get a week’s supply of his medication. With $100 (696 Bs), he can have a consultation with a specialist.

I know it’s a lot to ask, but we have no other option. Even making this post means using resources that were meant for Dilan, but I do it hoping that by sharing our story, someone will help us change his reality.

I promise to be transparent with every penny. I will show Dilan’s progress and personally thank everyone who lends a hand.

If you can help us, even just by sharing this, I will be eternally grateful. Dilan deserves a chance to live more peacefully, to progress, to smile without so much struggle.

Thank you for reading this far… and for not leaving us alone.

Dear ladies and gentlemen, my name is Maria. In 1992, at the age of 21, I lost my right leg due to medical negligence in my country, Ecuador. Aware of my disability, I committed myself to helping anyone who had undergone an amputation and created my Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE LIGHT, which, thank God, has now been running for 32 consecutive years. Working alone, without anyone giving me a single dollar, I have managed to donate prosthetic limbs to more than 1,000 amputees in the poorest areas of my country.

Without having planned it, I was named Chancellor of World Peace 2019-2020 for the Defense of Human Rights in my country. Today, January 2, 2026, I ask for your help to continue working on my mission with the Humanitarian Project for amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.

This project is in a video I uploaded to YouTube, and here is the link:

The Humanitarian Project: Luz Azul is designed in a large 2,000-hectare complex where, together with you, we will build:

1. A hospital specializing in gangrene to save limbs.
2. A 500-room hotel to accommodate patients and their companions.
3. A building dedicated to the manufacture of new prostheses, where each patient will receive rehabilitation.
4. A spacious restaurant to serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
5. A building specializing in business conventions, training all hospitalized patients on how to manage a café so that when they return to their countries, they will have a place to work, with a franchise granted by my company Imperio Export Import Intermediation LLC, which consists of a Coffee.

During these 32 years, it has been so difficult to obtain donations to donate prostheses that I could not sit idly by.  To finance my mission, my only daughter and I spent all the little we had to create a US company in August 2024 called Imperio Arges-3 Export Import Intermediation LLC, so that we could sell coffee and use 50% of our profits to build the Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.  However, due to high tariffs on exports and imports, I have not been able to export the coffee and have not been able to pay the bills or salaries of the team working in my company. For this reason, after begging God for help, I found this page where I beg you to help me because I need your support with whatever your heart feels.  I beg charitable souls to consider this humanitarian project as a way to break the chains that bind us to a wheelchair where we cannot defend ourselves. But with a prosthesis, we will be free and able to reintegrate into society and be economically independent.

I share with you the need to be able to work on this humanitarian project, as I have not yet been able to help a list of disabled people who need a new or used prosthesis.  For a moment, put yourselves in our shoes so that you can understand us and lend us a hand, and together we can help humanity and leave a mark on this planet, which only thinks about war, while we think about bringing back a breath of life. Attached is my website where I explain the Humanitarian Project For Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT: https://mariuxivillacreses-arges3.com/fundation.php

I appreciate your donations if you are within the United States, via bank transfer to PNC Bank using Zelle with my personal email: villacreses.maru2020@gmail.com

And if the donations are from outside the United States, please make them to PNC Bank, Routing Number: 267084199,

Account Number: 1254226602

National Routing Number: 043000096

International Swift Code: PNCCUS33

Dear ladies and gentlemen, my name is Maria. In 1992, at the age of 21, I lost my right leg due to medical negligence in my country, Ecuador. Aware of my disability, I committed myself to helping anyone who had undergone an amputation and created my Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE LIGHT, which, thank God, has now been running for 32 consecutive years. Working alone, without anyone giving me a single dollar, I have managed to donate prosthetic limbs to more than 1,000 amputees in the poorest areas of my country.

Without having planned it, I was named Chancellor of World Peace 2019-2020 for the Defense of Human Rights in my country. Today, January 2, 2026, I ask for your help to continue working on my mission with the Humanitarian Project for amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.

This project is in a video I uploaded to YouTube, and here is the link:                        https://youtu.be/AnvRjabW0KA?si=y3CAD9skKlJ5518m

The Humanitarian Project: Luz Azul is designed in a large 2,000-hectare complex where, together with you, we will build:

1. A hospital specializing in gangrene to save limbs.
2. A 500-room hotel to accommodate patients and their companions.
3. A building dedicated to the manufacture of new prostheses, where each patient will receive rehabilitation.
4. A spacious restaurant to serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
5. A building specializing in business conventions, training all hospitalized patients on how to manage a café so that when they return to their countries, they will have a place to work, with a franchise granted by my company Imperio Export Import Intermediation LLC, which consists of a Coffee.

During these 32 years, it has been so difficult to obtain donations to donate prostheses that I could not sit idly by.  To finance my mission, my only daughter and I spent all the little we had to create a US company in August 2024 called Imperio Arges-3 Export Import Intermediation LLC, so that we could sell coffee and use 50% of our profits to build the Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.  However, due to high tariffs on exports and imports, I have not been able to export the coffee and have not been able to pay the bills or salaries of the team working in my company. For this reason, after begging God for help, I found this page where I beg you to help me because I need your support with whatever your heart feels.  I beg charitable souls to consider this humanitarian project as a way to break the chains that bind us to a wheelchair where we cannot defend ourselves. But with a prosthesis, we will be free and able to reintegrate into society and be economically independent.

I share with you the need to be able to work on this humanitarian project, as I have not yet been able to help a list of disabled people who need a new or used prosthesis.  For a moment, put yourselves in our shoes so that you can understand us and lend us a hand, and together we can help humanity and leave a mark on this planet, which only thinks about war, while we think about bringing back a breath of life. Attached is my website where I explain the Humanitarian Project For Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT: https://mariuxivillacreses-arges3.com/fundation.php

https://www.paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=QY3937GUTBGFL

In March of 2022, my life changed forever.

A car accident left me with a moderate traumatic brain injury and suddenly, I was a single mother trying to keep three children alive and stable while relearning how to function in my own body. I didn’t have the luxury of rest or recovery. I had school drop-offs, meals to make, bills to juggle, and little humans who still needed their mom; whether I was ready or not.

I pushed forward because that’s what mothers do.

A year later, I lost my best friend of 21 years.

That loss hollowed me out in a way I didn’t know was possible. He had been my constant, my witness, my anchor through life’s chaos. After he died, the world felt quieter, heavier, and unbearably lonely. I didn’t just grieve him, I grieved the version of myself that existed before that loss.

At the same time, my marriage was quietly collapsing.

After more than 13 years together, the man I believed was my safe place told me he was seeing someone else; someone I knew from my past and knew to be deeply unhealthy. When I needed him most, he was already gone. The ground beneath me cracked open.

So when I unexpectedly ran into and met my now, ex boyfriend a month later, it felt like fate.

It felt orchestrated. Perfect. Like maybe..finally, life was giving something back. I believed my children and I were about to experience what “family” was supposed to feel like. I was ecstatic. Hope rushed in where grief had lived for too long.

I was wrong.

What I thought was healing was the beginning of my living nightmare.

The man I trusted was not who he claimed to be. He was manipulative, controlling, and cruel in ways that are hard to put into words. My history of childhood trauma and my brain injury left me with severe complex PTSD and he knew it. He used it.

I remember sitting beside him after episodes of abuse, completely dissociated, unable to move or speak. He would calmly tell me, “I know you’re upset and probably don’t understand this yet, but you will. It’s all part of the process. Just trust me.”

And with nowhere else to go, I did.

For two and a half years, my world grew smaller, darker, colder. Until one day, I realized the truth: staying was destroying my children.

So I left.

I walked away believing the community around me would help us land on our feet. Instead, I found myself homeless with three kids and nothing to fall back on. Trauma had stripped me of my sense of direction, identity, and safety.

Months later, exhausted and desperate, I made the mistake of believing him again.

He convinced me everything had been a misunderstanding while quietly facing a warrant for family violence and seeking to persuade me into helping him make it disappear. For three months, my children and I lived back in his home while I worked my seventh job and saved money, planning a final, peaceful exit.

Then he was arrested.

I was told the system would protect us long enough to relocate. It didn’t.

After his release, he escalated. Friends were moved into the house to monitor me. Utilities were shut off; first water, then electricity. He snuck people into the home while I worked nights. One weekend, he brought a group of friends over. I stayed quiet, overwhelmed, trying to survive until we could leave.

That night, he became violent.

A week later, I came home from work to find a Notice to Vacate taped to my bedroom door.

Police were called daily by him and his family until eventually, despite overwhelming evidence contradicting his claims, officers forced my children and me out of the home and onto the streets on a school night.

I sent my children to stay with family temporarily, believing it would be brief.

It hasn’t been.

Over the last two months, harassment has escalated beyond anything I imagined. Police have shown up expecting to arrest me based on false narratives I didn’t yet understand. Now, I do.

I am facing false charges of child abuse with intent to injure…accusations so devastating I struggle to write them. My children are too young to understand why their mother hasn’t come for them yet. They only know they’re waiting.

To make matters worse, my ex pursued an illegal eviction after I was already gone, creating a paper trail to support his story. Now, instead of fighting for justice for what was done to us, I must fight for my own freedom and integrity which fits his scheme and is going exactly as he planned.

I am 5’3”, 125 pounds.

He is 6’2”, 250 pounds.

I will let the math speak for itself.

I have always found a way forward on my own. But this time, the cost is too high. The price is my children’s stability, safety, and quality of life.

I am a mother who loves her children fiercely. I am navigating layers of trauma, legal battles, and displacement- all while trying to hold onto hope. I am asking, humbly and honestly, for compassion, support, and financial assistance to secure legal defense and rebuild a safe home for my children and me.

If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you.

Your kindness..whether through support, sharing, or simply believing me, means more than I can express.

Paypal.com/krysylynn90

Hello my name is Michael I am 49 with type 1 diabetes I am in need of financial assistance to help buy a vehicle so I can get treatment for my neuropathy in my feet and be able to make it to my Dr visits and get my prescriptions and obtain a full time job I am also in need of teeth implants I have been without a vehicle since March 2024 and have been struggling to make ends meet been living with friends and family as well as trying to stay healthy for the most part my neuropathy is only getting worse.  my cashapp is “$Bigmoneymike928” I know the name it’s ironic because I now have little to no money. Anything will help thank you and God Bless🙏

Hello,

I am in the process of trying to get my life back on track after being unemployed for a year and now my only way of transportation is now non drivable, my phone is shut off due to non payment, drowning in my bills is an understatement. I am looking for help on getting a used car to get me to work and help on getting my phone turned back on. My phone bill is currently $1300(3 months of non full payments), my car has a cracked engine block so repairing it would be a new engine which is same cost as a used car.

https://paypal.me/morganlofgren

I already don’t have money for groceries or much of anything beside rent and keeping water/heat on.

Hi, if you are even reading this it means so much to me. I never thought I would be asking for money like this, but I’ve reached my fall down. To be honest, I have been in poor mental health for years, and haven’t taken care of myself personally, though I was getting by financially and never really had to worry about any financial struggles due to I live a humble simple single wide trailer life. Now that I am, I’m at a loss of help and support. Recently over the last year I’ve had major issues, ie water damage, roof damage, plumbing issues, that have yet to be fixed,  along with health issues, car issues and vet bills that have drained me financially and mentally. I’m humbly asking for assistance as my credit is now branded as poor. I truly need help to get everything properly fixed on my home,  Basically I’m asking for a 2nd chance to get back on track somehow by most importantly fixing me and my furkids home. If any donations at all are made it would be so helpful. I’m a single person, single income home with no one to reach to. I have tried my credit union who has sadly also declined me.

Paypal email: cwxxx33@aol.com

This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.

My car broke down, and shortly after, I lost my job. I live in the woods with no transportation, no family support, and very limited resources. I’m on unemployment now, but it’s not enough to survive, and I’m four months behind on rent.

I’ve never been unemployed before, and I’m a hard worker who wants to get back to work — but without a car and with mounting bills, I’m stuck.

I’m asking for help to stop this situation from getting worse. Donations will go toward rent, car repairs, and basic living expenses while I work to get back on my feet.

If you can help or share, I would be incredibly grateful. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

@alicia_smith_81

Thank you for taking the time to read my healing/awakening story of hope & faith.

I am a highly sensitive person (HSP) who is very intuitively empathic.  I have two cats and I am a huge animal lover. I volunteer as a dog walker whenever I can at animal shelters.  I have worked as a pet sitter/organizational cleaner and used that work to help me though my healing journey.

I have been on a spiritual awakening path for the past 7 years, releasing lots of unhealed childhood trauma from decades of mental, verbal, physical & sexual abuse.

In the beginning of my journey I began unknowingly dating a conman who stole all my accounts (bank, social media, etc & hacked into all my electronics and email addresses). Seven months into dating him, I realized I was being scammed/conned called a Romance Scam.

When I broke it off with him, he attempted to kill me in a car accident, totaled my car and broke my humerus in my right arm, leaving me for dead.  He was facing a felony charge for the attempt on my life.  He began to gang stalk me to scare me from testify in court (as he was facing a felony vehicular assault).

He tried to human traffic me for the next 2 1/2 years.. I moved 12 times in 3 years to elude him and his group of gang stalkers all by myself (and my 2 fur babies). It took three years to finally escape that daily horror.

However, once I did finally find a safe place to begin healing (on the top of a mountain), I was able to begin my trauma therapy with a therapist who worked with me in EMDR therapy, 2 times a week daily, for the next 6 years.

I was diagnosed with Complex PTSD (CPTSD).  As a student educating myself to become an intuitive holistic energy healer I have added in other healing modalities such as breathe work, sound therapy, animal therapy, art therapy, empathic intuitive childhood trauma release therapy as well as reiki and others.

My goal through this awakening/spiritual healing journey is to heal myself so that I can help others heal from karmic narcissistic abusive family dynamics.  Eventually open up a wellness retreat center for abuse victims to not only heal, but have a safe place to go.

About 5 years into my journey, I began to get really sick and was diagnosed with Mold/Mycotoxin Exposure & SIBO (small intestinal bacteria overgrowth) as well as 10 kidney stones and mild fatty liver.  The house I was living in after the first two years of my healing was infested with toxic mold and both my cats & I got really sick.

After being medically gas lit by 19 specialists in western medicine, I was finally instructed to go to an immune doctor who was able to give me proper testing and found out that I had Mold/Mycotoxin Exposure and SIBO.  I was dealing with systemic inflammation that was breaking down all my organs very quickly.

This began my next 8 moves in 1 1/2 years.  Each house I escaped  toxic mold only to move into another house that had more toxic mold. I wanted to get a functional doctor to support my healing, but I was spending all my money trying to save my cats so was not able to afford my own functional doctor at that time.

Due to many hours of research (I was personally clocking) to learn how to heal my body and my cats bodies, I was running out of money. It was going out faster than it could come in and I was getting more and more sick.

By the third mold house, my cats little bodies could not handle that much toxicity from the mold. So at 19 years, I lost my girls. They were all I had left.  I was forced to throw away everything from the mold homes because it was infested with mold spores and keeping me sick.

For the next year I continued to move 5 more times without my girls, getting better and then getting sick again, as each home was infested with toxic mold.

I had been doing the healing journey for up to 6 years at that point all on my own without any family or friends. I was exhausted, still sick and out of money.

My dad had passed away two years previous to him coming to me in my dream. About a year ago, my dad came to me in a dream and I felt an urgent need to reach out to my family to go back and begin healing with them.  I hoping I was going to be strong enough to be around them and not allow them to trigger me backwards in my healing.

I decided to go back home and live with my mom to receive support in my healing.  I was needing emotional support so desperately at that point.  I was craving a human to just give me a hug and tell me everything was going to be ok.  I was also needing help financially as I was living pay check to pay check.  Since working was becoming more and more difficult due to being so sick.

My mom was in another state at the time, as she was just beginning retirement.  I found out she was also dating someone only a year after my dad transitioned.

So, instead of going home to my childhood home, she asked me to be with her and her new boyfriend in this southern state for 5 months and then we would return to my home state.

I found out quickly that my mom had been telling lies about me my whole life, and creating a false narrative to my whole family and all my friends back home.  I was informed that she was an undiagnosed Bi-Polar and an undiagnosed narcissist. I was also feeling unsure about her boyfriend because he seemed to be scamming her.  So there was a lot of chaos that I was unknowingly walking into.

The boyfriend was triggering me, as I could see right through him. When I attempted to speak to her about this, she called the cops on me on my birthday and kicked me out of the fifth wheel camper.  Again, I was in a state I knew no one and was down to my last $500. I was forced to stay in a shady motel that night.

There was a man from the 50+ Senior Park who offered me a free flight back to my home state, because he lived there too. My mom banned me from going back to my childhood home, so I had no place to go once back in my home state.  To make things worse, not one of my family members would help me or take me in, due to the false narrative my mom had been telling everyone about me.

I began living with this stranger for 5 days.  However, he attempted to rape me, so I had to leave in the middle of a very cold winter (negative weather temps).  Now my brother and sister in law were forced to take me in.  I say forced, because they were under the illusion of my mom’s lies about me. ( I do have a sister, but she will not speak to me for unknown reasons.  Again due to my moms lies.  I feel like I walked into a Twilight Zone nightmare. )

I began the slow re-building process, as I was still healing from mycotoxin exposure.  My moms 5th wheel was also infested with toxic mold, so I became more sick by going down to see her.  I continued to get more physically sick day by day.  Also, I had more trauma to heal after realizing the truth of who my toxic family really was and all the obstacles they had intentionally been placing in my path.

Three months to the day of living with my brother and sister in-law they kicked me out of their house for more lies that my family was speaking about me and that they listened to.  This was devastating, because I was close with my brother growing up.  I was feeling the ultimate betrayal from all my family members, as I just wanted to be loved.  Realizing that the universe sent me away from them to heal initially because they were so dysfunctional and toxic.  All these decades I was unaware of how dysfunctional there were.  So, April 25th, 2025 I had formally emancipate myself from my whole family, not because I wanted to, rather for survival.

I was once again without a place to stay in the early spring time of 2025 and I prayed and I prayed and I prayed to have the universe send me an angel; to help me.  That is exactly what happened.  I walked into a church and a pastor said he had a place for me to stay for free for a couple of months while I get back on my feet and get some income saved.  I was only able to get a job that would give me 25 hours of work.  (as I do have pet/house sitting experience & organizational cleaning experience, but was unable to get any work in this new city.)

I was still trying to re-balance my immune system, so was still very sick.  Also the stress of this job was making me even more sick as it was flaring up my already chaotic nervous system.  I was having a hard time working that much, even though it wasn’t that much.  Being around all the energies of the customers was too much for my sensitive body and nervous system.  Also, one of my co-workers was an a trigger as she was just like my mom.

I had to keep working because I had no choice, being all by myself with no one to support me.  However, I could feel my body getting getting more and more weak as the days went on.  Once again, doctors were not able to help me.  This began another round of being medically gas lit.

About a month a half ago, I got so sick with a temperature of 101 degrees.  I was not able to go into work & have not been able to work since. I have had a temperature everyday for a month and a half.  My immune system is failing and I am dealing with more systemic inflammation as well as HIGH IRON levels, low sodium and mild fatty liver.  (these test results just came back on Xmas eve)

I was pay check to pay check before I had to stop working.  So, I have reached out to the state for assistance, but the doctors don’t want to provide the proper documentation to help me get that support since we don’t have a formal diagnoses in this state.

Now I am down to my last $100 needing clean healthy food for my immune system and herbs and supplements to help me heal as well as money to be able to get the proper functional medicine testing done so that we can figure out how to help my body begin to heal, rent, & phone bill.

I do not have a vehicle yet, so I have to walk everywhere and I do not have the energy anymore to even go get my groceries and water.

I was not able to pay rent for the month of December.  I am not sure how much longer I will be allowed to stay here without paying rent. I just had to ask him for help with groceries, but I can tell he does not have much more to give.  He has already given me a total of 3 months of free rent.  I have never been in this situation, so I feel so helpless.

Everyday I just get more and more sick and I am barely able to get out of bed for very long each day.  I have no one to help me.  I am no longer able to pay the pastor/my landlord his rent and I am running out things to survive.

I found this site and figured I could try to see if there are kind people in this world that have money to donate & help me get better & back on my feet.  I want to be able to heal and support others in their healing journey.  As that is my goal, is to help others in this type of situation.

I guess I needed to experience it first, before I was allowed to help others.  I am scared I am going to be homeless and am scared to loose the cats that I have been taking care of in his house.  As they were here all by themselves and they too were getting sick, because he didn’t have time to properly take care of them.  They were in one room that was dirty with only a cat tree to sit/lay on.  Since I have been here for the past 8 months, I have helped them heal and thrive.  I told him, that I would adopt them, when I am able to leave and find my own place.

Any help would be so appreciated!  Thank you for your time and I send my love, light, peace & gratitude!

If you feel called to donate:

Venmo:

www.venmo.com/u/LoveDivinely

Zelle:

I can provide Zelle information via my email address

It’s been over 5 years since my daughter was diagnosed. At the time, we were a happy family of 6 and the future for all of us looked bright. After her first mental breakdown, things went down hill fast. Fast forward to today, I am unemployed because of all the appointments, and calls, and bouts of hospitalizations. I am also alone in my struggles–as my husband left me after I refused to give up on her, and now completely out of money for rent, gas, lights, food, and basic necessities. My daughter is currently hospitalized, and is discharging in a few days and I need to ensure she has a place to come home to. The good news is, she is showing signs of progress; which means she will be stable enough for me to get a work from home job. The challenge is surviving until we get there.

I am requesting funds to make it to and through January, so that I can create an environment where my daughter can focus on her road to recovery and I can focus on recovering what was lost. I need $2,800, and all/any assistance is greatly appreciated. https://cash.app/$BeeQC

I’m not one to ask for assistance. Since my wife passed away 3 1/2 years ago I have been on a downward spiral financially. Sold my home in Arizona paid off some debt, moved to Alabama to be closer to family. Bought a 1280sqft trailer for my daughter and I to live in until she could afford her own place. Gave her $25,000 to her her buy her home and 1/2 acre of property yo put it on. Continued donating to the same charities and have supported a former foster child in Arizona from here. I realized that the $30,000 dollar pay cut in wages from the move makes my financial situation unsustainable. I’m Broke, in debt and now swallowing my pride, I find myself in need of assistance to balance my finances and continue to be charitable to those who need it. I truly appreciate the generosity of you that can donate. www.paypal.me/RKramer78.

Thank you all and have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

My name is Jennylee, and I never imagined I’d be writing this.

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