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My Life Is Falling Apart Financially – Any Help Means the World to Me

Hi everyone,

My name is Lamine, I’m 20 years old, and I’m currently studying for an HND in Accounting in France.

I’m writing this post to share my situation. I developed an addiction to trading and ended up losing all my money. I’m now seeing a psychiatrist to work through this issue, but financially, I’m in a very difficult position. My bank account is overdrawn by €850, and I’m also in debt to several people. In total, I need around €2,500 to pay off my debts, cover my school fees, and pay my rent.

I recently found a job and started working today, but I won’t be paid until the end of February. Since it’s a student job, my income will be limited, making it hard to recover quickly.

I don’t even know how things got this bad, but I feel like I’m drowning—it’s completely overwhelming.

I don’t know what to do, and I feel lost. That’s why I’m reaching out for help—whether it’s financial support or simply advice, anything would mean a lot to me.

My life is falling apart right now, and I’d truly appreciate any support.

Thank you.

paypal.me/lamineclby

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Danzel in distress

Hello fellow GENIUNE humans that are capable of helping others sharing your hard work for someone else to have a second chance with that being said I don’t need empathy. I just need a hand up not out as in due time once I finish my books. I tend to pay it forward to everyone that’s ever had my back! Where has humanity gone? So a little about me I’m 37. I moved to Florida in 2016 due to her father passing my daughter at the time was only 7  a new start because her father passed away and left me raising her all by myself with no family on either side, . Went through the most embarrassing moments of my life being here and Faced homelessness in 2020 during COVID lost it all including my car took me nearly 3 years to finally live in a home and not a park slide, taking baths at a gym, watching one person throws food away as we charge our devices at a fast food place, so we can cut the parts off they bit so we could have their leftovers as I have no support, or family and quit dancing to write my books give the real world not fast money a try more so my creative side! My daughter is now 19 and has stood by me through so much quit school to help me panhandle or do what it took to keep us safe and dry, went days without sleep when we had no safe place so I could watch her sleep, short version I ended up obtaining a upstairs condo (landlord was amazing but no insulation so we could hear the neighbors talking about us etc) live there for two years an boom  when Milton an Helene come they took my beater car that got me from point a to point b and drown her all the way under water it’s life im never ending cursed🤦‍♀️ so while I was temporarily working for Homo Glow, after losing my car, I ended up dating a guy that was a total narcissist, promised me a quiet, safe place to write my books with peace, comfort, and love his words never match his actions in fact, they were the total opposite by day three I was in a total nightmare, ready to go and doubted myself and was so embarrassed that I let go of my tiny apartment all because there was no privacy between the two of us to rush into someone and something I didn’t know would become the third most biggest trauma in my entire life. He currently has me fighting for my innocence for a false fighting injunction meaning nothing and it is true he did it all in retaliation because he thought that I filed a police report on him when I just went to the police station and waited for the police to come back from talking to him. No report was made. I just wanted to leave safe and sound with my stuff on damaged with no problems yeah that didn’t go well. The next morning I wake up to disturbing message about how I always say that the guilty cried loudest, and I stayed in my room all day and all night after going to the police thinking that things were gonna be fine in a couple days. Yeah that was wrong too. I ended up leaving. I packed everything in my car that I could sit now. Let me remind you, he bought my car for my birthday, but it was still finance so all I was responsible before was the insurance and then once the car was fully paid for he would hand me the title we buy the second week or a month of the car he claims I blew the engine in it, which was a lie my car literally stopped running in the middle of a Howard Franklin Bridge. Now I’m alive for a reason and I tolerate a lot of things but one thing I’m not gonna tolerate someone challenging my mental health for being a child and not taking accountability. Our ownership for his actions. I’ve been in some damaging relationships and not once have I ever felt so unsafe, insecure, and uncomfortable in my entire life living with someone I know I made a biggest mistake of my life. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I was constantly calling people to spend the night with them and then finally, I had the courage to leave while I come back too late. Two days later he files an injunction on me we go to court. I ask for a continuance because I’m not gonna put something on my record that I’m not guilty of I’m getting into the moral of the story come to find out this man didn’t only file false injunction on me he illegally evicted me with my two dogs kept me and currently is keeping me 500 feet from my grown daughter because she still lives there so she didn’t have to face homelessness. I was living out of my car for six weeks our rental car that he got for me because my car was supposedly getting a new motor because he didn’t get his way. I can’t make this up. I will show you guys proof if only I had enough money for a lawyer too, I would be great, but I am asking in what humanity that we have left for a hand up, not out to try to put my life back together on track and get my book published in peace of mind after living in my car and him making me return the rental car so I wouldn’t catch a charge of it being stolen because he gave me no paperwork for it. I returned it so once again, I do a good deed and I was supposed to get my car back the next day. He’s holding my car as collateral and said that if I win the court case he’ll give me my car back and if he wins, I’m gonna have to take him to court so I filed for out for diva for stolen vehicle even though the car is not in my name, but I’m supposedly on the insurance. What else is Sketchy is that he got a similar car from his ex-girlfriend‘s mother but just a different color so an identical car just in a different color on Christmas Eve it says dates, plated, blasé blasé, which I found Sketchy so you paid $3000 for it was my loaner car until my car was done. Well when he filed the injunction he took that car. I decided to move three hours away because I had a deal that I couldn’t refuse as my friend had a family that destroyed one of his houses and I refuse to let him demolish his credit score for a foreclosure and having prior work with Dustin Hans tax lens indeed I help the dude group himself, and talk about to his lenders or to the bank about him, renewing his his deed or whatever for the house the sister was never paying on the house for the two years that he allowed her to stay here being family, them not having nowhere to go destroyed it and me being homeless an knowing how to clean super good I made a u scratch mine I’ll scratch ur back deal so need to hurry for notary by the 28th to refinance the home I helped him save it from foreclosure but we have to have 2100 for the 1st so we can keep it an keep trying to fix it as we go so in return of me to have a roof over my head with no car (which I’m praying I find a lawyer in a week willing to fight an sue this guy for taking. My transportation my home for me an my dogs before I moved to this nasty beautiful home (because remember it could always be worse)literally three hours from everything and everyone I know I can’t work at home Glow. (Cleaning bc I’m suspended for missed appointments due to him being even more cold hearted then I ever imagine and taking my birthday gift away after Milton and Helene took my car on my bday)I can do nothing but write my books and be an influencer where I have 142,000 followers on live.me because I choose to stay to  myself ?people look at me weird or like I’m a drug addict when I can take a urinalysis test for anybody I’m very smart. I do not deal with no drama. I allow people to think what they want because I was raised catholic and I know WHO I AM AS A MOTHER A DAUGHTER AN A HUMAN BEING I’m too grown for THAT immaturity and if it’s not speaking money, it’s not speaking my language. I’ve been a hustler all my life and have done it all by myself all my life I just wanna catch a break so here I am a linking my PayPal account. “I will have braids in my hair with blonde hair, so make sure you guys got the right one” I don’t really know how to do that the PayPal me thing. I just want whoever ends up being my donor to help me find peace and living for myself finally instead of someone else or something else and trying to find my inner self again the right way, being able to eat and feed my dogs (the only things loyal to me today)and not being a pawn in someone’s façade or just a pretty face I’d rather be single in the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere Than ever give up my sanity.  To Let someone downplay me for my mental health or take away something I’ve had to constantly work for or go without food so I would desperately take what little bit of life I have left we’re not promised tomorrow, but I can promise you that I will pay it forward as I’ve done ever since the first year of going homeless in 2020 I make an effort to always smile and give whatever I can, even when I don’t have it to help the next person because I have to remember it could always be worse (and a simple hello could change a whole persons life I’ve been there an never felt so alone) but before I have to file indigency and bankruptcy and go to jail for something, I’ve never done in my entire life “i don’t even have a criminal history. I’m just a single lost mother. That’s trying to find peace and love within myself as I humbly say that.please be my unicorn hero Zelle 7274848218

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Single mother with a child going through hardship

I am looking for assistance as i am going through a hardship with a 16 year old son.  Even though i do my give my best efforts to provide for myself and my son, we are still experiencing financial and personal challenges that have made it difficult to meet our basic needs. The assistance will go to our utilities, food, and vehicle payment.  As a mother, I have tried my best to make sure my son has what is needed and not what he wants.  It’s important to me to make sure he has stability, education, and opportunities he deserves. So I’m reaching out for help, financially, or guidance, or with any resources that may be available. I appreciate anything and thank you for taking the time. This is so hard for me to do. Thank you and God bless you.

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Help Pay College Tuition

I am kindly asking for your support as I work towards achieving my educational goals. I will be starting college soon, and while I am passionate about my studies and future career, the financial burden of tuition has become a challenge. Any contribution, regardless of size, would be greatly appreciated and would go directly toward covering my tuition costs. Your generosity would not only help me continue my education but also bring me one step closer to making a positive impact in my community and beyond. Thank you for considering supporting my journey!

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Injured and out of money

“Life’s not fair… and it sucks. Change it! Since I was a child, I have always believed in giving when I can, and sometimes even when I can’t. My grandfather used to go to the bank and buy gold dollars at Christmas and would walk around downtown Oklahoma City, handing them to random people. I learned from a young age that when people need help, you should help them. A few years later, there was a girl in my school who wasn’t popular or cute. Valentine’s Day was coming up, and that’s when we all gave our “sweethearts” cards and candy. I discovered that this girl wasn’t going to receive anything. That night, I went out and got her the biggest card I could find and some candy, making sure to place it in her cubby. She had no idea where it came from, and that wasn’t important, but it made her happy. The day the Murrah Building was blown up by terrorists, I worked from that day for the next 14 days without leaving without payment.,because it needed to be done. In high school, I got into more fights standing up for those who couldn’t defend themselves than I caused myself. Early in adulthood, a firefighter friend’s wife came to me telling me about a single mom who had a quadriplegic son needing a special chair he could operate with his mouth, but the chair cost $10,000. I started a fundraiser to raise the money and got my sports bike buddies to put on a show for the cause. We raised enough for the chair and growth kits (since he was young) and got him that chair. Then one day, I saw a church trying to raise money to send their baseball team to a big tournament in another state, so they organized a car wash. My girlfriend and I rode up on our bikes and asked how much they were short of their goal, which was $1,200. Even though it almost emptied my account, I had enough to pay my bills, so I paid the $1,200 to wash two bikes, preventing them from struggling in bad weather while trying to wash cars. Whenever I met people who needed a few bucks or physical help, I did what I could. While I was a police officer, I bought food for people who needed it, paid electric bills, fixed windows, and chased snakes (not a fan of stakes) out of their houses as well as helping addicts to rehabs and abused women to get away from the abusers when I could have just taken a report and moved on. I found a gravestone in the property room that had sat there for decades, no one doing anything to return it and I spent. Dozens of hours of my free time to find the kid’s family just to get the headstone back to where it belonged in a different state. I didn’t do it for the pat on the back or in the expectation of anything in return and in fact turned some down. I did it just because they needed a hand and it helped someone I never met before. I continued to keep the deeds to myself. I figured most people would have done the same. However now that I can hardly walk and have no transportation I can’t even get a government agency or individual person to give me a second look. $1 from 1/2 the people on any of the social media platforms would be more than enough to help me buy a used truck and enough time to heal and get back to work yet no one even gives me a second look. Can’t get any help from the alphabet soup of government agencies, lawyers, or even individuals, even those I helped when I didn’t need to. God help you if you find yourself getting mugged and the few like me aren’t around. So if you can help please do. Don’t just sit there and watch me decline to nothing. This is my hero. My Grandfather. Doing what’s right no matter if it cost him his life. World War 2 needed another person in a B-29 and he went, though he could have avoided it.
I have suffered from PTSD and Anxiety for some time. My doctor gave me some medication and the symptoms started to lessen. I kept on this combination and was doing ok for a few years but as time went on it started to become less and less effective. I started looking for natural remedies and I came across several papers written by places like the Chicago School of Medicine and other reputable labs and schools there was lots of support for the use of Nitrous Oxide and its positive effects of nitrous oxide and its benefits directly on PTSD. In addition, it had “no lasting effects” as the half-life of NOS was under a minute which meant i could use it but after a minute or so the “intoxicating effects” were gone. Perfect!
In addition, I had contacted several counseling places and they either told me they had no openings or didn’t take my insurance.
After some research, I found that Nitrous Oxide (NOS) was easily available. I found a few local stores here in Stillwater that sold NOS. I decided to try it so I looked up the closest store that carried it, Smoke Land. I thought it strange that a smoke shop would carry this substance but I was more concerned about the mental issues I was having and getting relief.
I went into the shop and found a plethora of bongs and other “smoking” supplies as well as “legal” mushrooms and other drug-type candies and other items. However, the first thing I saw were rows and rows of cases of NOS canisters. Hundreds, different flavors and sizes varying between 235 grams ( can about 4” by 4”) up to and including 3000 gram (approx 4” by 18”) cans. They mostly came in boxes so you couldn’t see much. The exterior talked about 99% pure or medical grade. Those were the marketing phrases in bold large print all over the box. It was only after getting out a magnifying glass that you would see on the back of the box that you were not supposed to use this but for making whipped cream and on another side there was a bunch of writing that was so small I and others couldn’t read it as the text was too small and too cramped to make out. This gave the impression NOS was fine.
I talked to a player about it and asked how it was used and she informed me that in the box came a disposable plastic nozzle. All that need be done was to screw the nozzle on slowly until a plastic pin in the nozzle depressed the Schroeder valve and released some of the gas and then just inhale. No valving, pressure control nothing. It was straight from the screw-on fitting on the tank to the atmosphere. No regulator nothing. It latterly just was a way to punch the valve open.
The employee informed me that a lot of people just inhale it straight from the valve but some use a balloon to allow the cryogenic gas to warm up first, then inhale from the balloon. Never said a word that NOS was not to be used in this manner just how to get the gas out of the bottle and into your body.
I decided to try it and bought the smallest can of a brand called Infuzed. The store was packed with that brand, so I figured it was popular and safe. After the purchase and being given my discount for having been a Police Officer in the past the employee. After the purchase, the employee opened the box and made sure the plastic nozzle was also in the box. They even match the color of the nozzle with the can. She took the nozzle out of the box and the small plastic bag it was in and demonstrated how to attach it. The nozzle was threaded just perfect to fit the fitting on the tank and that was it. She closed the box but before I left the Employee offered me a few balloons. This is the type of balloon that kids buy that has a rubber band attached to the closed end of the balloon then they blow up the balloon and use it to punch. These balloons are much thicker and more robust than your regular balloons. I took a couple, put them in my pocket, and left. I noticed there was a bearded man moving around the store including the back who appeared to be the owner or supervisor the whole time I was present.
I left and went home and followed the instructions the employee had given and much to my happiness it relieved some of my symptoms. There were about 30 seconds of some dizziness but then it seemed that all the negative effects were gone and I was back to normal, except I didn’t feel the mental issues I had been experiencing.
To me this was perfect as any time I started to feel at my max I could go take a short puff and I would be fine for hours and could have no intoxicating effects short of the 30 to 60 seconds upon initial use. I had found a panacea!
I went back to the same store and a couple of others and got the same treatment it was obvious this was not being sold for its intended purpose and the stores were using a loophole to are millions while they slowly drove people crazy, major medical issues of death without any due regard. Well after a short period of time, much shorter than the medication I had been given by my Doctor the NOS worked less and less. After about a month I had to use 1-2 640 gram bottles a day. I then began to experience losses of large amounts of time, By lost I mean gone. 30 to 45 min would have passed but to me, no time passed even though I had not taken any NOS in quite some time. I only discovered it when my significant other would talk about things I said or did that I was sure I had not.
After that, it progressed to where I was having severe difficulty walking straight. Within approximately 2 months I had gotten to where I had lost my job and was falling and injuring myself, sometimes badly, and crashed my car, again during a blackout period.
It was just a day or two later when I was found unconscious in my driveway by a neighbor that it all came to a head. I have zero memory of what happened between that day and a couple of weeks later when I woke in the hospital. When I woke up my legs no longer worked enough to even stand with assistance. I had been off all my regular meds and NOS during that entire time but still was having hallucinations and other mental issues but I guess because I was not dead the hospital decided it was time to go. They transferred me to a facility in Tulsa called Boulder and they sent me back to the hospital. They kept me a bit longer and then kicked me out again. I was asking for mental examination treatment but was offered just to go back to Boulder. I went and was all but begging them to take me in but after the joke of an evaluation I was told that since I had been off all the meds for a couple of weeks and I was not threatening to kill a bunch of people I did not meet their criteria and kicked me back to the street.
Luckily my mom, aunt, and significant other were there to help. We spent the next few days going to different mental health facilities and though they ALL agreed was I could be treated with some counseling for the PTSD and maybe some meds, NONE not a single one after doing my “evaluation” was willing to take me in either wrong insurance and again since I was not threatening to kill a bunch of people I didn’t qualify. I continued to go on still not taking any medications and the difficulty I was having getting someone to listen and help me I was getting mentally more unstable.
Finally, I got an appointment with “Boulder” here in Stillwater for yet another evaluation now a month after my release from the hospital. I went with my mother and my initial filling out paperwork just to get another eval from someone who had a higher degree than a counselor. They were nice and friendly but then they told me that it would be at least a week before I “saw” anyone. I told them as long as I can get some help I’ll do whatever I need to.
When I came back to Boulder I was given an iPad and sent into a private room. There I met with a woman who when asked directly if she was a doctor admitted she was a nurse. She had little interest in what had transpired so far but instead asked me about a list of different symptoms, like do I have trouble sleeping and if I had nightmares. After each symptom, I said yes to she called off some drug that she was going to give me. About ½ way though she mentioned a medication I had read a lot of negative things about and asked her about them. Her response she held her hand out like she was holding an iPhone and started swiping up and down her hand and told me that the nice thing about today is we all have Google and can look up any questions there. She then moved on to her next symptom. By the time she finished she had “prescribed’ me 6 possibly 7 new meds I had never taken before and told me she would send them in. She also pointed out that these meds could take 4 to 6 weeks to have any effect. What was I supposed to do until then? She also never addressed the fact I couldn’t;t walk. Then she was done. After the Google comment, which is partially how I got into this place to begin with, I immediately fired her. This was on a Thursday I believe and I called my regular doctor and asked for an extended appointment so I could go talk at length. Shortly after they set me an appointment just a few days away and part of that was due to the weekend.
I went into Dr. Hill’s office who took me pretty much straight to an exam room. I told him the story and showed him the printouts of the “meds” Boulder had prescribed and Dr. Hill scrunched up his face and said that one of the meds she prescribed was basically Benedryl. He also pointed out that in the dosages she prescribed the meds would not have any effect as they were far too low for a grown human man. Also, my legs not working was due to NOS destroying B12 and Acetic Acid in my body and the B12 pill was useless and I needed B12 injections. He scheduled me to come in for those once a week for 3 weeks and then 1 time a month thereafter. Since I started the shots my legs are still really weak but I can stand and walk a bit which after being on the B12 pills for 3 weeks had done nothing. His suggestion was to put me back on 2 of the meds he had given me previously and told me he would try and help me get into a local psychologist but his suggestion was not to even start the meds Boulder had prescribed.
Dr. Hill left for a few moments and told me the doctor he wanted me to see didn’t accept my insurance but that I needed to find a Psychologist as this was a mental issue. Dr. Hill told me to keep him in the loop and I left. I restarted the meds by Dr. Hill and within a few days I felt better. My family found a local place that said they were willing to help me called CREOK but I can’t get in to do yet another eval for a couple of weeks, but now I feel better and under control, and I feel I could swing it. I contacted them and they seemed more than willing to help but I couldn’t get in until Jan 27th, 2025 I told them I wanted in as soon as possible and he did what he could so now I am hoping this makes a difference but I am willing to try whatever they want. I am in crisis mode and I want help!
These manufacturers are knowingly and purposefully selling dangerous substances without a reasonable warning. I went back into the original store I purchased it from but this time with a camera and a witness. The first this Angie (my Girlfriend) noticed was how the employee greeted me. Like she and I have been friends for years. I walked around videoing the whole store and there were no products that would connect to the fitting on the NOS bottle that was capable of even hooking to a device to dispense whipped cream or any other culinary supplies in the whole store. I then walked through the way the employee instructed me to use the NOS the “real” way showing the nozzle and talking about the balloons and sure enough she confirmed all that info again to both Angie, my camera, and I. I did some tests on the smallest can of NOS they sold and found that there is so much pressure inside the can it maxed out my pressure gauge at 60 psi before it started to blow apart. There were 10+ full balloons worth of gas and that was the smallest can. The big cans contained 3000 grams more than most restaurants could use in a year.
Both the manufacturers and distributors are knowingly causing harm to people and don’t seem to care. I went to one store, Discount Smoke Shop where the owner was present and I know this because he told me he was the owner and while they were selling me a big can of NOS suggested that I try adding these magic mushrooms gummies to the mix.
I was not wise in taking medical advice from Google but when you can’t think straight you may try anything to get relief. But at no point even after the retailer knew what I was wanting it for did they point out that it says in this tiny writing not to inhale. In addition it also, in equally small hard to read writing that it is illegal to sell this product to anyone they even “suspect” of doing anything other than making whipped cream.
The last insult to injury is that the hospital removed my front dental plate but then couldn’t find it. I’m not rich, and that was expensive. Angie was sure I had it in when I got to the ER, and there is a pic of it in my mouth. Yet, it was never returned. My mother and I called every place, including the ambulance I had been in since my last known possession of it, and all had no idea. On top of that, they acted like they didn’t care at all about even trying to find or replace it. That is my property that was not returned and feels like stealing. I don’t care if I get my previous pair back or a new pair, but they need to be replaced.
Lastly how many people’s lives may have been saved if we cared when people say they need mental treatment? When I was a police officer one of the things I learned was that the mass majority of school killers and mass shooting events had asked for help previously at some point. But I guess because they weren’t standing in the store with firearms hanging off every spot on their body and weren’t pointing a firearm directly at a human, they don’t qualify for help.
So here I am, almost 3 months since the incident, and the only help I received was from my personal doctor, who is doing as far as I can tell, the best he can.
These cans of NOS need to be removed from the OTC shelves, the stores and manufacturers closed and fined and laws written to control the substance and heavy penalties for violating the laws. They are not even being held to the writing on the sides of the box! These stores are harming Oklahomans and other Americans with no repercussions whatsoever and this needs to change immediately.
If you are willing, please contact me asap as it has been almost 4 weeks since the incident. I have reached out to many government agencies with zero help. I just need a cheap used truck, a Psychologist, and time to maintain my bills as the next step is the street. I am down to the last $500.
Greg Cunningham
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Asking for Help in an Unimaginable Time

This was the last thing I ever thought I’d have to write as I’m a proud guy and like to do everything myself and sort out any problems and issues myself but my heart is heavy, and I have no choice but to ask for help.

 

On the 24th of January, my brother-in-law tragically lost his life in a completely preventable accident. The company he worked for sent him onto the roof of a building without any safety equipment, and he fell to his death. Now, my sister is not only grieving the love of her life, but she is also facing a financial burden that neither of us were prepared for.

 

They had only been married for five short years—years that should have been the start of a lifetime together. This wasn’t something she could have ever planned for, and now, on top of her heartbreak, she is struggling with the cost of giving him the funeral he deserves. The total cost is coming to £13,000, and despite giving my sister everything I can spare, it’s simply not enough. I have been desperately searching for a second job to help, but I haven’t been able to find anything that fits around my current work schedule.

 

To make things even harder, the police have launched a manslaughter investigation, which means my sister cannot even begin to find closure. The weight of grief and financial stress is overwhelming her, and I just want to take at least one of those burdens away from her.

 

If anyone can help, even in the smallest way, it would mean the world to us. I know times are tough for many, and not everyone will be able to contribute but even just offering kind words would be deeply appreciated.

 

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I know not everyone can help, and maybe no one can, but kindness and compassion cost nothing. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

 

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Debt has taken the comfort out of my body and overwhelmed me , please help me .

Dear friends:
My name is Abdelmalek, I was an ambitious young man with big dreams in life. I dreamed of doing a distinguished job, opening the doors of success in my field, and living an independent life away from financial pressures. But, as sometimes happens, life did not go as I wished.
Financial problems began to appear little by little, I had famous obligations, such as my apartment rent, monthly bills, and loan installments that I had taken in order to buy a house to shelter me and my small poor family. With the decrease in income, I began to feel more and more pressure. Over time, debts accumulated on me until they became like a huge mountain that threatened to collapse on top of me.
The beginning of the end was when I began receiving daily calls from my debtors. Day after day, messages and threats began to haunt me, until I started to avoid answering the phone. Anxiety was eating away at my heart, and I was drowning in a sea of negative thoughts. What if I lost my home? What if I ended up on the street? How would I face people? The more I tried to find a solution, the more complicated the problem became.
I always aspired to work hard and persevere, but I found myself in a spiral that I could not get out of. Every step I tried to take led me to more pressure, as if life was chasing me in every direction.However, the turning point came suddenly, when I felt that this burden could no longer be borne by me alone, and as they say: “With echoes, you cannot be poor.” At that moment, I decided to speak frankly and transparently. I decided to ask for help.

While browsing the Internet, I came across a donation site and decided to create a donation campaign through the beggingmoney website, and today I put my story in your hands, my beloved, after the dreams I was striving to achieve faded and the moments when I felt helpless, and how debts became a heavy burden on my heart and soul “I just need a chance, I need to get my life back. I don’t want to be a burden on anyone, I just want a new beginning.”

I hope for your response, support, interaction, and encouragement, because every donation from you, no matter how small, will be a ray of hope in the pitch darkness.
Don’t let silence be your voice, donate to be part of the solution
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Desperate to Survive – A Plea for Help

 

I never imagined I would be in this position—writing to strangers, hoping that someone, somewhere, would care enough to help. But when life keeps pushing you down, you reach a point where you have no choice but to ask for help.

I am a young person, the only one in my family who is able to work, yet I have no job. We are a family of seven, all squeezed into a single small room, sharing one bathroom. Every day is a struggle to put food on the table, to find enough space to sleep, to keep hope alive.

The hardest part is watching my loved ones suffer. Two of my family members passed away from illnesses that could have been treated—if only we had the money for proper medical care. Now, others are sick, and I live in fear that I will lose them too. I feel helpless, knowing that no matter how hard I try, I cannot afford the treatment they need.

I wake up every day with a heavy heart, knowing that my family is depending on me, but I have no resources to change our situation. I’ve searched for work, tried everything I could, but opportunities are scarce when you start with nothing.

I am not asking for luxury, just survival. Anything you can spare—a few dollars, a kind word, or even sharing my story—could make all the difference. I just want to give my family a chance at a better life, at dignity, at hope.

Please, if you can help in any way, I would be forever grateful.

You can post this on crowdfunding sites like GoFundMe, BeggingMoney, or social media with a link to receive donations. Adding real photos (without compromising privacy) and updates can make it even more effective.

Would you like me to adjust anything to fit your situation better?

 

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Engagement Ring

Hi everyone, my name is Caleb, and I’m reaching out to ask for your help in making a dream come true. I’m currently raising $1,000 to pay off the rest of an engagement ring for my girlfriend, the love of my life. I’ve already paid for the first half, but with recent financial constraints, I need a little extra help to make this possible.

My girlfriend and I have been together for almost five years, and in that time, she has completely changed my life. She is my best friend, my biggest supporter, and the person I want to spend forever with. We’ve been through so much together, both the highs and the lows, and through it all, my love for her has only grown stronger. She has stood by me through challenges, encouraged me to be my best self, and made every single day brighter just by being in it.

I knew early on that she was the one I wanted to marry. She is kind, thoughtful, and has a heart that is so full of love. When I found the perfect ring, I didn’t hesitate to put down the first payment because I knew she deserved nothing but the best. However, with other financial responsibilities, covering the rest has been more difficult than I anticipated. I’ve been saving every extra dollar I can, cutting back on personal expenses, and doing everything possible to reach my goal, but I still need some help.

This isn’t just about the ring, it’s about what it represents. To me, it symbolizes the love, commitment, and future I want to build with her. I want to be able to give her a proposal that reflects how much she means to me, and having this ring ready is a big part of that. Our five-year anniversary is coming up, and I want to make that moment truly special.

If you can contribute, even a small amount, I would be beyond grateful. And if you can’t donate, sharing this would still be an incredible help. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for any support you can give.

Every dollar gets me one step closer to giving my girlfriend the proposal she truly deserves.

Paypal: paypal.me/CalebMckosky

Venmo: @Mckoskycaleb

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Empowering Wisdom: Invest in a 58-Year-Old’s Dream to Transform Lives Through Education

My dearest friends, acquaintances, and even those I haven’t yet had the privilege to meet,
I stand before you, not with pride, but with a heart overflowing with humility and a deep, sincere plea. On January 2nd, 2025, at 58 years young, I achieved something I wasn’t sure I’d ever see: a certificate in Data Analytics. This milestone represents more than just a piece of paper; it’s a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a beacon of hope flickering against the backdrop of unimaginable challenges.

My journey has been… tumultuous, to say the least. Twice I’ve stared into the abyss while in a coma. I’ve battled Multiple Myoma cancer, a relentless foe. Spinal Bacterial Meningitis threatened to steal not only my health but my very mind. Kidney failure, high blood pressure, and diabetes have all tried to define me, to confine me. But I refuse to be defined by illness. I choose to be defined by hope, by perseverance, and by the unwavering dream that still burns brightly within me.

That dream? To complete the Broadcast Design degree I began on August 18th, 1991. Life, as it often does, intervened. But after all, I’ve endured, after surviving battles that should have broken me, I find myself with just one semester standing between me and that long-held goal.
I know I’m asking for help, and I don’t do so lightly. The medical bills from my numerous health crises have been staggering. I have no family to lean on, no children or wife to share this burden. I face this challenge alone, but I face it with hope.

I’m not asking for a handout. I’m asking for a hand-up. I’m asking for the chance to finally achieve a dream that has sustained me through the darkest of times. Every dollar donated will go directly towards that final semester, towards the culmination of years of struggle and unwavering determination.

More than the degree itself, this is about proving that even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, hope can prevail. That the human spirit can endure, that dreams can still come true, no matter how long the road is.
If you can find it in your heart to contribute, even in a small way, you will not only be helping me finish my degree, you will be giving me the gift of hope. You will be a part of something bigger than both of us. You will be a part of a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit.

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for considering my plea. Whether you can contribute financially whatever amount would be acceptable or simply offer your prayers and good wishes, your support means the world to me. Paypal link:  paypal.me/melbronstein. Thank you very much.

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Single mom just beat cancer

Hi! My name is Crystal. I am a single mom in Canada. My daughter is 11 and we have been through a lot! Our lives were turned upside down with a cancer diagnosis in February 2024. In March I had to stop working, we were homeschooling and doing recreation for work so we were always out and about doing fun stuff with special needs clients. Suddenly I had no money, and no energy to take her places. Chemo had me sleeping through entire days and we live 4.5 hours drive from our closest family. My daughter started acting out. I had to enroll her back in school and she joined the Big Brothers Big Sisters program. I am taking my second parenting class despite being educated and experienced in the field of special needs. Any funds I recieve here will go toward paying off a fine ($300.00) to upgrade my lisence so I can change careers. I can’t chase after special needs kids anymore or work long shifts. I want to drive school bus, (my town desperately needs bus drivers). I also need to get to and from training without a car. ($1050.00). The last thing I need to take care of is the test to upgrade my lisence. (I have no idea how much that is but I need to buy a book and take a test. (Of course both will cost money). And finally, if I have any leftovers, old Bertha (2003 Honda Accord) needs lots of repairs to pass inspection and she needs to be re registered at this point before she can go back on the road. (I had to let her go). Thank you so much for reading my story! I believe i am the luckiest woman in the world and trust some of you will be happy to help my daughter and I as well as the students in our community out all in the same action! And trusting that, I feel it worth thanking you in advance for helping out as much as you want/can. It is deepli appreciated! Once you guys help me get this job I will be back to let you know exactly what Bertha needs to get us back on the road or ask for help with a down payment lol

 

Thanks so so very much!

Crystal.

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Looking for a place to call home

I hope this message finds you well. I am a proud 53-year-old New Yorker who has spent my entire life in this vibrant city, specifically Brooklyn. I was born and raised here, and I have dedicated myself to this community in countless ways.

As a young adult, I juggled full-time work during the day and pursued my education at night, ultimately putting myself through college in New York City. As a single mother, I raised my son and successfully put him through college as well. Now, in a more mature stage of my life, I have devoted my career to the healthcare sector, working as an administrator since I was 19 years old. Presently, I am a manager for a prestigious Ivy League institution.

Despite my long-standing commitment and hard work, I am not a physician and do not earn a high salary. Nevertheless, I have always been diligent in preparing for my dream of homeownership. I am proud to have maintained nearly perfect credit scores (844, 833, and 820) and have consistently paid my bills on time for decades. I save what I can and live frugally, but the rapid rise in home prices in Brooklyn and Queens has made it increasingly difficult to afford a home.

I am at a stage in my life where I fear that I may never realize my dream of owning a home in the city that I love and have called home for so long. The prices for homes in this city are exorbitant, and despite my best efforts, my savings have not been able to keep up with the skyrocketing costs.

I am reaching out to seek your support in making my dream a reality. I require a substantial down payment to bring my mortgage to a level that my salary can reasonably afford. Any assistance you can provide would be immensely appreciated.

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request. Your support would mean the world to me and help me achieve the dream of homeownership that I have worked towards my entire life.

Please consider forwarding any donations using my link below:

Paypal.me/Fire984

Thank you and Warmest regards,

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Please help me out

I really need help to get rid of my $40,000 in debt. Credit cards, student loan debt, and emergency loans galore. Every cent counts. Thank you to whoever contributes.

 

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Help Me Get out of the Hole of Financial debt

First off, our family and our business is on the brink of total collapse. Everything was going well enough for us to continue making and selling our homemade jewelry via pop-up on various street corners in the Portland area and at storefronts to basically get by while at the same time adding to the quality of life for the people of Portland by offering our rare earrings, bracelets,rings and necklaces. Furthermore on January 18, 2025 our van’s alternator belt broke which was caused by an oil leak that made the belt go bad.
We had to pay for the tow and have it moved to mercedes benz of Wilsonville,Or. They fixed the van and the bill is an astonishing $13,500 plus the fact that we are in a hotel extended stay and have to pay $143 everyday and we just can’t keep it going without any transportation and work has grinded to a halt because we just had a snow storm and are snowed in. We never really had to ask for money because we’ve been the self reliance type and was always able somehow to get it everyday ( sell our jewelry) until now. Thi is just a small portion of our story and tribulations hopefully this helps us to get enough funding. There’s much more to our story i don’t think i have enough room to fit it all i just gave the most of the problems we’ve encountered in the last few weeks, we’re asking for financial assistance to get through these tough times and hopefully we have explained our situation enough to secure funding. Thank you and GOD bless

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Need a boost for life

Hello I am a former oil and gas industry worker that decided to leave the industry so I could be closer to my family. The reason I made a decision is because my ex-wife told me the exact words baby it’s time to come home you’ve already missed so much of these kids’ lives so come home and watch whatever else you can whatever’s left of their childhood. So I did. But unfortunately because of that it ended up putting me down the road of divorce which I did not want. Well before that COVID happened of course like everybody knows. In order to support my family I had to max out all of my credit cards and I’m slowly trying to repay them back but it’s putting a major hampering on me. So because I decided to leave the industry to be with my family that I don’t have anymore. I want to go work for a company that did service for plants hauling nitrogen. Unfortunately I was driving an 18-wheeler The brakes failed and I slammed into the back of another 18-wheeler. Luckily I walked out with just whiplash But because of that I lost my job. I’m one I don’t believe in going on unemployment and living off a taxpayer money. So to make ends meet I was doing DoorDash full time. Then I got a blessing something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time came literally jumping at me. I got offered to go to EMT school and I accepted the offer. At first I had to think about it real hard because when I was with my ex and her kids when I thought about chasing my dream I realized I couldn’t do it cuz we wouldn’t be able to afford it. Well now that I’m single I decided to do it. I ended up having to quit looking for a job while I was in school so I can have flexibility. I could send you DoorDashing to make ends meet and to pay bills. Then I started doing Walmart spark which actually boosted me up and started helping me really well but it still wasn’t enough. Well I graduated EMT school and now I work for an ambulance company and I absolutely love it. But because I’m in so much underwater right now I’m able to pay my bills but it’s a very very slow process and it’s making me live paycheck to paycheck and I’m always late on my bills. But I’m doing my damnedest to make it. I truly hate the fact that I’m asking for help because I’m one that I want to help I don’t want help. But because of everything that happened COVID the wreck divorce I don’t know what else to do. So I’m just reaching out to see if people would see my story and know what I’m going through and have it in your hearts to help a guy like me. I know I chose a low-paying job but it makes me happy because people like you and me need help and this job isn’t about the money it’s about you and me it’s about everyone I want to be there to help somebody keep living. So I appreciate your time for reading if you’re willing to help I greatly appreciate it and I owe you the biggest thanks in the world. I hope y’all have a fantastic day.

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