Good morning/afternoon/evening
Hope you are doing well.
I am typing these words in bold because the tone of my message(or rather plea for deliverance) has escalated from uncomfortable frustration to unbearable devastation. Allow me to elaborate…
There comes a point in time after the wild horses are strong armed into their stables, when the birds contained within their cages, or the dogs confined to their leashes become beyond fed up with being poked with sticks/told where to sleep/denied the chance to recognize the value of their own majestically unique potential. It is time to break through the stable. It is time for the cage to be opened. It is definitely time to cut off the leash…that is where your generosity, as well as your faith in the fiercely passionate words of a stranger, will be the ultimate key to determining whether this particular lion will be granted the opportunity to rise resiliently through the ashes, rally through the fires of despair into redemption, to roar with focused conviction once again.
Backstory: My family were a vibrant bunch of sassy, stubborn individuals with hearts as big as an ocean. I was born into a rather elderly family; most of which passed away before I saw the age of 10. Grandfather was a high school principal and was, simply put, the sizzle to our steak. He passed away in 2011, then grandma in 2014. My dad was too busy living the bachelor life at the beach to show significant presence in my life, therefore I mostly learned from observing grandpa as well as teaching myself most things. My mother lost her sister at the age of 15 in a tragic car accident, which then led to the driver, my aunts boyfriend, to taking a gun to his head and pulling the trigger. Needless to say mom grew up with untreated trauma. Later, she had my sister, who happens to be 9 years older than me with a different father. In 1996 mom was in a severe car accident herself and in addition to the memory loss/head injuries, it turned her ankle completely around. Her health then relentlessly spiraled downward as she ended up getting cancer, where i was her primary caretaker for 11 years before she passed in 2019. My older sister was always making mom cry and talking down to her. Every step was criticized, every word was met with harsh analysis which became infuriating to witness. After mom passed, her house went to me and grandparents house went to sister. Mom’s house was in rough shape and for years she kept pestering me to sell. Eventually I was forced to sell, that’s when she made her move… and I have been kicking myself every day for not just going my own way, implementing my own life plan with confidence. She made a deal with me that she has since refused to honor. She said if i gave her the majority of what i make on the house she would give me my own room along with my own car(its been 2 1/2 years and neither have been delivered upon). I gave her over $40,000 and all I have to show for it is a sore back from sleeping on her unpleasant couch and headaches due to her undisciplined disrespectful young sons. I need a way out almost as much as I need air right now. I have nobody to turn to and nowhere to go. I know I have more to offer and belong somewhere greater than where I am.
Presently speaking I’m 35, with countless humbling life experiences under my belt. Constructively it all has taught many difficult lessons. I intend to use those lessons to become someone of value, to help others who have also been dealt a bad hand in life’s often discouraging game of circumstance.
With the gift of your financial support holds a golden ticket to change my circumstances and not only become a fully functional, enthusiastic member of society, but an undeniable & productive force in the community. I’m still young enough to do something remarkable and work hard for my accomplishments. I have a passion for writing; my aspirations are to publish my own books, write songs, invest and create a positive project for helping stray animals, even find a way to feed a significant portion of the homeless & hungry. Most importantly, my dream and goal is to not sleep in my sister’s living room, not be mocked by my bratty nephews for having no money and no home. Ultimately i yearn for the day i have my privacy restored and become more than just a caged bird, drowning in hopelessness, limited to the confinement of untapped potential.
Working part time at Target just doesn’t cut it. I need a miracle and major blessing ti lift me out of this unsavory situation. I appreciate you taking the time to read this in its entirety. If my words genuinely spoke to you and you’d be willing to help, click the link and let me show through action, the massive impact of such a noble gesture.
paypal.me/DeliverMeFromDisresp
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