I had to move out when I was just 15 years old because I chose to keep my newborn son. The day I left the hospital with him I was determined to do right and the best I could for him and to finish high school. It was very hard maintaining high school and being a single mom so young and also trying to get a job that could work with me. I remember having to sleep in awful places, missing meals so I could get formula and whatever my baby needed. When I had my second son I was better off financially in life but his father did some very hurtful things and I had to drop everything and grab my children and leave. I had my own apartment soon after that. Well my third son came along and I was happy. Except for his father being off at boot camp for the marines. That was very hard to go through alone. We were doing great financially, mentally, physically, and emotionally. Or so I thought. We bought a house, had two vehicles and my children had just about everything they wanted. Until one day he turned on me. He got kicked out of the military and we lost our home and vehicles. I saw my children’s lives crumbling down and it broke me into a million pieces. Before we lost just about everything I found I was pregnant with my now 9 month old beautiful baby boy. All I could do is cry because I was bringing another baby into a world of having nothing. Having to scrape change to feed the children. Having to tell my babies no we can’t get the .50 cent candy you want. Or we have to eat Mac n cheese for the third night in a row. After my youngest was born it got even worse. We had to leave to come back to Louisiana. Well just when I never could of thought the situation could of gotten any worse, the many forms of abuse started. I couldn’t let my young sons see a man doing all of that to a woman. Especially that woman being their mother. So I took my children and left. Homeless shelters wouldn’t take us because I didn’t have every document I needed. We have no permanent home. I no longer receive any type of government assistance, we have no vehicle. And my cashier job that pays 7.50 barley clears me a 150$ check a week. I just want my children to be able to live in a stable, safe environment filled with snacks and toys and happiness and love again. I am trying so hard but I have went to so many resources and none are helping me. I know that’s probably hard to believe but unfortunately its true. I’m stuck. I’m at a lose. I have been being strong for so long I’m slowly starting to crack having to see my children everyday not as happy as they should be. I was not going to do the donation request but me and my almost 7,5,4,& 9 month old desperately need your help. When I was doing good I was helping people out with whatever that I could so I pray everyday that if I ever need help and I receive it to continue to do whatever it is that I can to help someone. The feeling is so heart warming and so pleasurable seeing the glow in people’s eyes when you help them even in the most smallest way possible. I am so very thankful and appreciative of everyone who has at least read only half of what my story really is. If you can help just know that I will never forget you and I want to write each and everyone who helps, in anyway, if they can, a personal thank you note to that individual. Thank you for just taking the time to read my story!