Dear Community,

I am reaching out today with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency, humbly asking for your support during an incredibly challenging time in my life. Over the past few months, I have found myself trapped in a relentless cycle of debt, living paycheck to paycheck, and struggling to keep up with mounting bills, late fees, and payday loans that have only deepened my financial crisis.

Despite my best efforts to stay afloat, I have reached a critical point where I need immediate help. I urgently need to raise $2500 within the next 48 hours to prevent further penalties and give me a chance to breathe.

I have exhausted every option available to me: I’ve tried selling valuables on platforms like Marketplace and OfferUp, but the offers have been far below what I need, and many listings go unanswered. I’ve also started exploring ways to earn extra income online, but these efforts take time—time I don’t have under the circumstances.

I fully understand the gravity of my situation and take responsibility for the circumstances that have led me here. But I am determined to break free from this cycle and rebuild my financial stability. Your support, no matter the amount, would be a tremendous help.

I am deeply grateful for any help you can provide. Your kindness would not only alleviate my immediate financial burden but also restore my hope and faith in brighter days ahead. I promise to pay this generosity forward as soon as I am able.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for considering supporting me during this difficult time. Every dollar brings me closer to breaking free from this cycle and moving toward a better future.

I send this with heartfelt gratitude,

Thank you

https://www.paypal.me/215G256

My world came crashing down on May 14 2024. My day started off great as it was my day off.  Around 1:30 pm I had tightness in my chest. Next thing I know I’m on the floor at home.  My husband call 911.
After that it’s fleeting moments.
The ambulance ride, the hospital personnel removing my clothes quickly. Removing my jewelry and fighting to get my necklace to release. That was the last thing I remember till I woke up in ICU four days later.  I had had a major heart attack. Died on the table as I was told later. But as I came around I couldn’t feel my right leg and foot from the knee down.
I woke up from the heart attack but found I have neuropathy in my right leg. It has been a long road of pain in my foot that never goes away. Many different doctors and so many test and still don’t feel my foot. Yet, the pain continues.  I can’t drive, I can’t work as my job you are on your feet all day. I can’t be on my feet for long periods of time as the pain gets worse. I can’t sit in a chair with my feet down for long periods. Needing to prop up my foot won’t work at my job. My household bills have piled up. My social security is less than $1000 a month. That does not go far. Mine and my husband’s social security is not enough.
Trying to keep up on property taxes, electric, gas, homeowners insurance, credit cards that have all been cancelled. Medications co pays have gone way up. It’s like taking one step forward and knocked back five paces. For the last couple of months I have had such fear as the power and or gas will be shut off. I’m constantly watching the street when I hear vehicles go by. Looking to see if they are turning me off. I have so much stress. I don’t sleep well at night. I just wish I could get my life back. I know it will never be the same. I never in my life thought I would be asking, begging for financial help from strangers. I have always been the one helping others. I’m not use to being the one asking for help. Anything that you can give I would be ever so grateful.
paypal.me@ lindas296

Thanks for reading my plea!

I’m requesting $1500 to cover the various necessities while I wait for someone to hire me. PayPal link at the bottom.

Donations of any size will genuinely restore my faith in humanity.

If I can’t find work this month, I will create an ongoing request here or elsewhere for a monthly wage in exchange for picking up trash, in lieu of a traditional job.

I’m not sure how much anyone wants to hear my sob story but I’m willing to try to tell it as of lately. Sorry it’s going to end up being a novel. I haven’t had anyone to talk to in years and have the type of problems that the therapy available only makes worse.

I’m an intelligent hard worker with a variety of low-paying but translatable skills. I’m not sure what more I can do be hired somewhere. I’m already writing eloquent cover letters, dripping with desperation for custodial positions at the truck stop/Wendy’s. And being turned down to pick up the trash that blows away from the dump.

I live hand-to-mouth, paycheck to paycheck. My expenses are minimal because I live in a van and my only family is a cat. This month though, I have to renew my drivers license and registration which has really added to the pressure.

I suffered what should’ve been a treatable injury to my wrist in September, in Oregon, USA. I’m poor though so my options for care are limited to an MRI by springtime. I was a dedicated, heavily invested, 38 year old whitewater raft guide so now this is a life-changing injury.

Where I was in Oregon is cloudy, cold and wet almost every day in the winter so my solar panels couldn’t charge my batteries, in fact I was so desperate to use lights or charge my phone for work or distraction that I let those conditions damage my solar batteries permanently. Not for lack of effort though. By December I attempted to buy something that would plug in to the equipment that I ready have and use my van’s engine to charge my solar batteries when I drive. The “reputable” international company I purchased the gear from was so incompetent that I had to purchase it twice and in the end never received it nor was refunded and had to go through my bank’s fraud department. So many hours on the phone and of providing documentation of a confusing situation this company created. Merry Christmas to me!

So I’m sitting in the dark, in Oregon, injured more seriously than ever before in my life, climbing on my snowy van’s slippery roof at least once a week to move propane around to supply my heat. It’s suggested to me that, I could just go south to wait for MRI. South from Oregon generally has significantly more sun, less precipitation which alone would improve the quality of my life.

So I take care of what little business I had in Oregon and drove until the weather suited me. At which time my van broke down.

I guess it’s lucky I didn’t break down sooner. The weather here is better.

I took my van to the only place open on a Saturday. The entire experience was unbelievable but here are the highlights. When receiving a quote for the repair, I asked the manager to please let me know if anything changes because, well, I’m poor. He assured me he wouldn’t spend my money without telling me. I asked how did this dangerous problem happen to my van so I can avoid it better in the future? The manager and mechanics spent five days telling me I have nothing to worry about, they’re going to take care of me.

Then, on the manager’s day off, they finish with my van. The poor guy stuck giving me the bill knows all of the prior events and apologizes. The manager told him to charge me $750 more. They didn’t even have real reasons for the additional charges.

Cool.

I get in my van and the root cause of the problem is not fixed. Guaranteeing that eventually this dangerous break down event that occurred will happen again. The necessary  part to fix it cost less than $10.

After being robbed at the register, I didn’t bother to go back inside and bring it up. They obviously don’t care, they already had all my money. And there was no more money to give them. I’ll just try to never drive this vehicle that is my house and is not allowed to be anywhere for an extended period of time since I don’t own land or have money for a campsite. And living in fear of the consequences of driving my only form of transportation is just a new fun part of my life.

Cool.

So now I’m stuck Arizona, USA. Because I live in a van, everything that requires providing an address is difficult. I don’t even know what address to use to renew my license and registration. Additionally, I don’t have an address for food stamps or Medicaid.

Which is special, because I pay for an annual digital mail service that provides me with an address to receive mail. But PO Boxes aren’t residences so it’s difficult to force the computer or convince a person to accept one when you need to deserve things like food, shelter, and healthcare.

I’m doing my best but everything is so pointless. The harder I work it seems like the less I get for my efforts. And people are so regularly willing to do worse things to me than I would ever do to anyone. People have taught me that my only role is to let people exploit and abuse me or they’ll punish me for existing near them. I’m also required to maintain a positive attitude about this or else, definitely, there’s a chemical imbalance in my head that no doctor will ever check for, they just know that no one could ever be displeased in world that is simply not for them.

I’ll stop now, sorry for the word vomit.

Those who are able to, please share what you can.

@TGRiverGuide