Dear Compassionate Hearts,
I am writing to you today not because my needs outweigh those of others, but because I believe my journey is unique. My life has been a tumultuous whirlwind from the moment I was born, and my son and I are making every effort to break free from this storm.
My story began with anxiety as my first companion in my mother’s womb, leading to an undiagnosed case of ADHD that has cast a shadow over my life. As an outcast in school, I struggled with my studies due to my ADHD, feeling disconnected from my peers and family.
This sense of isolation grew into a shroud of darkness as I sought refuge in harmful relationships and substances. This path led to turmoil within my family and strained my relationship with my mother.
However, a beacon of hope emerged when I discovered I was pregnant. Just as things seemed to be looking up, my mother passed away six months into my pregnancy, never getting the chance to meet her grandchild or see the woman I’ve become.
Today, I am a single mother to an eight-year-old boy, left alone by his father who grapples with his own mental health issues. Despite the challenges, I have managed to stay sober for nearly ten years and am on a spiritual journey to improve our lives.
I wish to share with you a transformative spiritual experience I had. One day, I felt the grace of God coursing through my veins and at that moment, I knew I would never succumb to any substance again. It was as if my true self emerged from the darkness that had encapsulated me, and I felt a sense of purpose I had never known before.
Nevertheless, the scars of my past continue to haunt me. The system failed me, leaving me without a proper education due to my undiagnosed ADHD. This makes it difficult to improve our lives, and my son may also be struggling with ADHD, which affects his performance in school.
Despite these obstacles, I am doing my utmost. I am training to become a yoga therapist, but the costs are steep. My son needs tutoring, which we cannot afford, and yearns for a Mi-Ki dog—a low-maintenance breed known for its sensitivity—perfect for a young boy like him.
The desire for the white Mi-Ki dog, in particular, is deeply symbolic in our lives. The color represents purity, peace, and hope, which are things we desperately need in our lives right now. This breed is known for their therapeutic qualities, and we believe that this dog will not only be a companion for my son but also a source of emotional support for both of us.
To compound our struggles, our car is on the verge of breaking down, and our living costs are escalating.
In light of our situation, I humbly ask for your assistance. Any help with my son’s tutoring, contributions towards getting him a white Mi-Ki dog, or aid with transportation would mean the world to us. Even assistance with the cost to adopt and bring the dog home would be immensely helpful.
I assure you, I am committed to improving our lives and am willing to provide proof of my efforts and my disability status. I vow to pay it forward when I am able to do so.
Please understand that I did not grow up privileged, nor am I unfamiliar with the value of a dollar. I am acutely aware of the difference between needs and wants, and I assure you that any assistance received will be used judiciously and responsibly.
Thank you for taking the time to read our story. We appreciate any help you can offer.
With heartfelt gratitude, Mandy https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/mandyrubinoff