After a lifetime of believing in various “what comes around, goes around” platitudes, I’ve finally come to the agonizing conclusion that either A. “Karma” is a bunch of baloney, or B. I’m a terrible person. Because if suffering made you rich, I’d be rolling in the proverbial dough right now. I’ve always believed in helping out my fellow man, that through love, human beings will one day evolve to the point that we create a truly utopian society. I’m certainly a hugely flawed individual, and can lay no claim to being above anyone else in ANY way, but I have tried to live my life with love as my driving force. Whenever possible, I’ve helped out both friend and stranger alike, hoping that it’s made a difference, if only a small one. Today I’m asking the universe to help ME. I’m in a dire situation. After having a terrible car accident recently and breaking numerous bones, I’m unable to walk or move very well, and will likely be this way for the greater part of a year. I cannot currently work because of my injuries (though I send resumes daily, searching for something I CAN do). Shortly before my accident, I gave away ALL of my savings to an old friend who had been struggling himself. I have no family, and because of reclusiveness due to depression, I have very few friends (and those I do are all destitute themselves). I’m currently living in the guest room of a man’s home. He originally asked me to stay with him under the guise of wanting to help me. However, within a few days of me moving in, he began trying to get me to give him “sexual favors”. When I refused, he demanded that I start paying him rent, or else he’ll make me leave. He’s given me until February 15th to pay him $400, which he wants me to continue giving him on a monthly basis. I don’t know what to do! He continues to attempt to get me to sleep with him, and because I won’t, he spends his time making me miserable. His treatment of me is nothing short of extender emotional abuse. He calls me names constantly, and it is obvious that he purposely tries to physically hurt me by causing me to have many “accidents” on a daily basis. My mother died shortly before my accident, which makes everything so much more difficult. I am wracked with sorrow. I feel utterly alone, without a person in the world who cares about me. I say this all not as a gimmick to invoke pity, but to express how truly devastated I am, and how I have literally NO ONE. Please, please help me. I need money to move out of this place, to get into an apartment where I can recover. The fact that I am on an online “begging” site illustrates how alone I am. And I DO, I BEG of you, please help me. If there is a God, if there is a cosmic “oneness”, then I send this message to the universe in desperation– Help me, world!