Hi my name is Pedro. I’m a father of 3 and husband to 1. As of March 2024 I was diagnosed with renal kidney failure and have since been on dialysis. This has not only affected our family emotionally but also financially as I’m unable to work full time at the moment. I’m doing dialysis 4 days week and am currently in training to be able to do home dialysis. In the hopes to raise funds to help my family get back on track I will be doing a TATTOO/ART RAFFLE. Please consider buying a ticket or sharing the raffle information to anyone who might be interested.

📍WINNER WILL BE CONTACTED VIA CONTACT INFO THEY PROVIDE NOT DM📍

What you will win:

1st PLACE WINNER 🥇

– A full day session (8 hours)

– Tattoo Valued $1,200+

2nd PLACE WINNER 🥈

– Gets a $300 tattoo (2hr session)

3rd PLACE WINNER 🥉

– Gets $100 off their next tattoo

HOW TO ENTER:

– $50 entry fee (there is no limit to how many times you can enter)

– When entering please provide Your full name, Instagram handle, a reachable phone number and/or email.

– Entry Fee can be sent via •Venmo: PGarcia_Art •Cashapp: $PGarciaArt   •Zelle: (202) 210-3741

– Winner can also use this as a gift for a loved one.

– Winner can also choose to get a custom Black and Gray Portrait drawing of their liking valued at the same price of the prize they win. Instead of a tattoo.

Winners will be announced in LIVE on IG!!!

Thank you all for the continued support and Good-luck to everyone!!!

I randomly stumbled upon this website, unsure if it is real or not. As I am on my journey, slowly climbing out of the deepest pit I have ever encountered, I am choosing to share my story in hopes that, with a little blind faith, someone might see it in their heart to help me regain the strength and courage that were stripped from me.

I’m not on here to demand a lump sum of cash because I was victimized by a terrible individual (who is currently incarcerated on many violent counts against me, i.e., assault with a deadly weapon, false imprisonment, etc.). I don’t believe that I am owed anything. I had a relatively full life where I was employed, housed, physically healthy, had good self-esteem, confidence, and had meaningful relationships with friends and family. This was all before I met this man. In a matter of a year, he managed to put me in the hospital 5 times, having broken my nose 4 times, broke my arm in half, requiring surgery with several screws to keep my arm in tact, busted my lip on my teeth, requiring 10 stitches to then punch me in the same spot 2 days later, fractured my orbital floor, fractured several of my ribs, and punctured my lungs. I could honestly go on. You would think that was the worst of it, but physical abuse can heal, and then it’s done.

The way he broke me down emotionally, financially, and intellectually consisted of making me shave my own head consisting of long, beautiful hair that I prided myself in; he forbid me to get a job, resulting in my car getting repossessed; I had decent credit and several accounts, all of which he made me max out and deposit fraudulent checks into, resulting in me now being in checkxsystems so that I cannot open a bank account.

He was a gun and drug dealer, so he held a gun to my head, forcing me to use my credit to finance a second car for him. He already had a car, and mine had been repo’d, but he insisted that he needed a Ford Mustang on top of the Dodge Charger he already had, and the kicker was that it was a stick-shift, which I didn’t even know how to drive.

Additionally, he took over all of my social accounts and phones to the point I was not allowed to contact anyone I knew because he broke 3 iPhones of mine. He would speak to my family and friends as though he were me. He was consistently cheating on me and would leave me at home under video surveillance with no phone, no computer, no TV, and no wifi. I was a prisoner in my own home. He was constantly on meth and paranoid, saying that I was cheating on him with the neighbors; I was never once unfaithful. He constantly threatened to kill me and my family. He knew where they lived because earlier in our relationship, when I didn’t realize what a psycho he was, I took him over to see my parents.

He destroyed all of my favorite clothes, lighting them on fire. He ripped up saved cards from my grandparents, broke an antique camera of my mother’s and stole the only diamond bracelet I had inherited from my great grandmother and gave it to the woman he was cheating on me with. He would take my full makeup bag and stomp on it. He always had to buy me new makeup because I constantly had black eyes I had to coverup. Because he made me shave my head, I wore wigs. To embarrass me, he would pull the wig off my head in public, sometimes in the car and throw it out the window when we were driving.

He insisted I have sex with him every day where he would degrade me and hit me if I did something he didn’t like. I had contracted a MRSA infection prior to meeting him, but through our relationship I would complain of the infection spreading, to which he said I was making it up. He forbade me to go to the doctor to get checked out because I constantly had an injury and black eyes and my head was shaved, so he knew that any medical staff would question me about my domestic situation.

I finally worked up the courage to give his name to the cops after months of being the “ride or die” girlfriend where I never said a thing for months even when questioned by authorities. When he was arrested, and I broke down. Even though he was my captor, I had become dependent on him. My MRSA infection had badly spread, and I sat alone in my apartment, not knowing what to do or how to deal.

I forgot to mention that while I was with him, he got me addicted to fentanyl as another means to control me. He gave me enough to keep me addicted but barely enough to feel like a decent high. At the time, I welcomed this because it was a means to keep me comatose while I was being tortured and broken down by him. It also offered some pain relief because my infection had gotten significantly worse. By the time he was arrested, my legs and feet had begun swelling, and large blisters began forming from my MRSA celulitus. I continued to self-medicate with fentanyl and live in isolation due to the shame and confusion of what came next. This lasted a year to the point where I had developed huge wounds on both of my legs, unable to walk. I was constantly in the ER, and the doctor told me that if I didn’t change my ways, I would be an amputee in a matter of a year. This shook me, and I raised some money and went to a detox program where I got on methadone, graduated from a 4-month rehab, and went to live in a sober living house.

At which time I still had the huge wounds on my legs and had to have a skin graft procedure. Which brings us to the present. I have been living in 3 hospitals in the last month and a half healing my grafts. My grafts are almost healed, but I am now left with an ominous black hole when I look into the future. I have no income, I am $60,000 in debt because of him, I don’t know whether to file bankruptcy, I still don’t have a car, I don’t have housing, and my hospital caseworker is asking me where I’m going to go. To which I answer her, I don’t know. My family won’t take me in despite my begging and pleating. I feel so low and so useless, but I know deep down that I’m not useless. That man tried to silence me and tore me down in every way thinkable. But I am on my road to health; I’m on my road to remembering who I am.

I have shared more here anonymously than I have ever told anyone, and in doing so, it has been extremely therapeutic. After hearing my unfiltered story (that I assure you was not written by AI, haha)

I ask of you, from the bottom of my heart. Can you please help me climb out of this pit so that once I find my own strength and footing again, I can help the next woman behind me crying out for help?

I know I just used a lot of metaphors and figures of speech, but down to brass tax, if I am blessed with some finances, I will use them for unpaid medical, therapeutic, and psychiatric bills. If I am being completely honest with myself, I will need help going back to rehab due to all of the pain pills I am on in the hospital. I want to be able to solidify my sobriety because without that foundation, the rest will all fall away.

Next, I hope to be able to try to secure some housing and a means of transportation. My abuser left me in such immense debt that it just feels like I will never be able to get out from under it. This may be true but all that matters is that no matter how many times I have been knocked down, I will always get back up. Any amount will help. Thanks for walking through my story with me.

https://www.paypal.me/sarahspo

cashapp: $spobot

I am writing to share my current situation and ask for your help during a very challenging period in my life.

The past few months have been incredibly difficult. I was working as an Uber driver, renting a car through their platform, but after an unfortunate accident with a coyote that damaged the vehicle, I was charged $1,800. This left my bank account $1,000 in the negative, and without a car, I lost my source of income.

I then began working with Lyft, renting a car through their system. Everything seemed to be going well until I was suddenly notified of an issue with my driver’s license, leading to my suspension. Despite my license being valid, an error in a third-party report led to my removal from the platform after 16 days. I have since engaged a law firm to address this under the Fair Credit Reporting Act, and while I have a case, it may take 5-7 months before I see any resolution, if at all.

To add to this, I spent 15 years living overseas but was deported last year after speaking out against the government. This has been incredibly painful, especially as it meant leaving behind my wife and daughter. Unable to support them financially, my wife has moved on and is set to remarry next month after 8 years together.  Additionally, I am still dealing with the loss of my son 6 years ago who died from complications from leukemia.

With no family to turn to except my 84-year-old mother, who lives on a fixed income, I have tried to find work in IT, a field before moving abroad. However, a 15-year gap in my resume has made finding a job nearly impossible, despite working with organizations like Goodwill.

Now, I am facing eviction within the next 7 days, and after reaching out to shelters, I was informed they are full due to the summer heat, with no availability until September. I am struggling with depression and the reality of homelessness.  A situation I never thought I would find myself in.

I am desperate to return to driving for Uber, but I need $2,500 to secure a car. I am asking for $3,000 to cover the down payment and some immediate expenses to get back on my feet.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I genuinely appreciate any assistance you can provide during this difficult time.

My PayPal link: paypal.me/toddwmcknight

Hello everyone, I’m not use to asking for help, but I’m desperate. My daughter came and dropped off my four grandkids for the weekend and never came back. Now I’m trying to figure out how to get school clothes and shoes and school supplies for everyone. Only 3 of them are in school. I work but my little pay check isn’t going to help. I literally have 2 weeks till school starts. I’m sitting here crying wondering what I’m going to do. To those who can help me God bless. If anyone can give me some advice that is also greatly appreciated. My cash app is $Hersheykiss45. Also my grand babies ages are 8,6,5,1. Please everyone keep us in your prayers

Thank you

Nikki LBrown

My name is Brian D. and I’ve had a decent life until recently when I moved into this tiny apartment 2 months ago. I happened to meet someone who ended up stealing my car. I called the police, who finally recovered the car, so I got it back and put a retraining order on the man. He also stole my laptop with the car, that I never recovered. Unfortunately, once I got the car back, it was pretty badly damaged. I use this car for a living to drive for Uber and Doordash, so now I have no way to make money. Also, my laptop was a present from my Mother, which I can’t replace. It was my dream for a long time to start an online business, which is the reason my Mom got it for me a few months ago. But, even if I could drive, my living expenses are too much to cover the $1,500 business I want to start to make a real living on my own after all these years of poverty. The business is a certain type of real estate I’ve been preparing for.
So basically, I’m in a complete standstill in my life, mostly from this incident. I can’t start a business, which was my biggest dream, because I no longer have a laptop. Yet, even with my laptop, I couldn’t afford the business because food and living expenses are expensive to the point that it’s hard to make any savings, and that is if I could still work. The car is in need of a new axle, including a lot of connecting parts that make the wheels move. The guy must have hit something really hard on the road, it barely drives and makes a lot of noise. My dream of starting a business, although hard to obtain, has recently been destroyed because of this incident, and now I sit here not sure what to do, and it’s been causing me to feel more aweful than I’ve felt in many years. Years that I’ve built, after a long time, a little hope for the future, which I was beginning to feel, at 50 years old, after a long struggle. Right now, I can’t even afford food for me and my cat. So, I pray that someone out there can hear this and please help me get back on my feet again, and live the dream I’ve always hoped for, especially after all these setbacks. God bless you and thank you.
The expenses needed to cover this, I’ll make as exact as possible. The car repairs=$500; the laptop=$700; the business =$1,500; food and living expenses, until I can make it on my own=$500. For a total of: $3,200.

paypal.me/BrianDeDecker

Cash App: $559brian

I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you with a heavy heart and a sincere plea for help. My name is Jamie, and I am the mother of two beautiful little girls, [8-year-old’s Christine] and [7-year-old’s Arya]. Our lives took a tragic turn in June 2022 when my children’s father passed away unexpectedly in his sleep. Since that heartbreaking day, our situation has steadily worsened, and we are now facing the very real threat of homelessness.

Despite my best efforts to provide for my daughters, the financial burden has become overwhelming. We have exhausted all our savings, and I am struggling to make ends meet. The thought of my girls not having a safe and stable home is unbearable, and I am reaching out to you in the hope that you might be able to offer us some assistance.

Any financial help you can provide would go a long way in helping us secure a place to live and cover our basic needs. Your generosity would not only provide us with immediate relief but also give us the hope and strength to rebuild our lives during this incredibly challenging time.

I understand that times are tough for everyone, and it is not easy to ask for help. However, I am left with no other option but to appeal to your kindness and compassion. If you are able to assist us in any way, please know that your support will make a profound difference in our lives.

Thank you for taking the time to read my letter and consider our situation. I am more than willing to provide any additional information or answer any questions you may have.

Cashapp ($Arya1225)

Venmo (Jamie_86)

Chime ($Jamie-1986)

PayPal.Me/Jamie2007

Hello, my name is Alana. I am 27 years old and have an amazing mom who has worked tirelessly to provide for her family since my father’s passing however, things have come to a screeching halt, and we are fighting to keep a roof over our heads even with our two incomes. A little back story, my father owned a business in FL and both my mom, and I worked for him. It was a small family business and we each had our own responsibilities. However, my father was in full control over all financials, so my mom and I were not aware of how things were going financially with the business since we were steady bringing in work and the work was being done and our team members along with ourselves received our paycheck each week. My father was a good man who had good intentions however there was a dark side to him that we would see every now and then throughout the years. So, although, everything was going smoothly in for a few years for us all there was a day I found out about my father’s infidelity by walking in on it, he begged me to keep his secret and that it was a spur the moment thing and that it had not happened before that day and that it would not happen again. So, I kept his secret knowing deep down the mistake I was making keeping that from my mom. But of course, I wanted to trust my dad. However, I soon learned that this was not the case and that he continued to see this woman knowing the pain it could cause to my mom. The guilt of knowing ate at me and I went to a friend of the family and told them about it to get some advice. This friend immediately told my mom who then confronted my dad. This created a domino effect, where my mother found out about the cheating then we got hit with a lawsuit from one of our suppliers saying we owed them close to $1ook and when we confronted my dad about it, he admitted that the business was in debt and that he had not been paying the supplier but instead he was using the money to splurge on this other woman. We were heartbroken and angry at my dad for the things he had done and allowing our family to fall apart for another woman who might I add was also working for our business in the same office as us each day. However, as angry as were we did not realize the impact it would make on his mental health because we were so blinded by our own hurt by what he did that we did not see the signs of his depression.

My dad took his life on a Sunday morning at 5:05am. His last message was to me apologizing and asking for our forgiveness. We found him a few hours later and it will be something we will all carry with us for the rest of our lives. In the months after his death my mom and I have worked tirelessly to save the business since it was both our source of income however, after his death we learned of the total amount of debt in all (more distributors were not paid, credit cards maxed, and other bank loans we were unaware of) we were forced to bankrupt the business and look for other jobs. However, we are now on the verge of losing our home because we are a few months behind. We are not looking to have our bills paid every month we are just hoping to be able to get caught up so that we do not have to leave our home where two additional children, my siblings are also staying in the home. It is not a big home, but it has been our home for many years, and we do not wish to uproot the two younger ones after they have had such a difficult year grieving the loss of our dad. Anything helps and we would be greatly appreciated. I thank you for the time you took to read this and hope that if you or a loved one are struggling mentally that you understand that you are LOVED. You belong here and no matter how bad a decision or outcome is that you know tomorrow is always a new day. Please forgive those who have wronged you because as much pain as we are in in the moment that other person is equally in pain and it’s better to forgive than to bury a loved one. And if you are in a suicidal head space…please stay because there is always a way. Don’t hesitate to call that suicide hotline! YOU ARE LOVED AND YOU BELONG HERE!

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