Hello! First off, I want to thank you for your time and consideration. I am a single mom asking for help to afford a suitable home for my son and myself. So, Here’s my story and why I’m asking for help. I was once as wild and free as a sweet little girl was made to be. I grew up barefoot (by choice, I never liked to keep shoes on) in the country with an intense love for the outdoors, beautiful flowers, butterflies, kitties, and all the interesting creatures. My family was quite religious and protective, and somewhat stern but amiss all this I grew up spending my days in my own little wonderful paradise of a world. I was that little girl with long bouncy hair who skipped through life without worry, full of love and happiness to share. Then as time went on I grew into an independent young woman with pretty decent morals but a need for fun, laughter, and soul fulfilling experiences. Every opportunity I could find to stretch my wings and fly, I did. Until one day I met a handsome man who loved me and left me at four months pregnant… Yes, he took off, abandoned us with nothing. Which lead me to go back to my family for help. But since I wasn’t married and I refused to settle for someone I didn’t love, my son and I were stamped “a sin” from our family and community. Outdated, right?!! My thoughts exactly but that didn’t stop the ugly rumors and comments. My sister told people I got pregnant walking the streets for drugs.. How mean is that? First off, where Im from we don’t have streets. We have long winding roads that I’m too scared to walk afraid that some coyote or bobcat might jump out and get me! Second, don’t do drugs, no need or desire to do so! A family acquaintance I grew up with shouted across our local grocery store, where I was working while pregnant, “Have you figured out who the father is yet?” Eyes filled with tears and shame to show my face, I knew I was in this walk alone. So as a young mother without a clue what I was doing and no help from those who I thought loved us, I went to school and achieved an associates degree. Where I work my self 40 hours a week to barely make ends meet and many times only be able to eat ramen noodles and crackers. My son is well mannered and loved. We have a tight relationship, because all we’ve ever had is each other. He is my gift from God, and he loves me more than I could ever deserve. I want him to have what he deserves. With prices and cost of living climbing, I’m no longer able to afford rent or a house payment or even save for a down payment. I make just enough to Not qualify for financial assistance from the government. As he grows older, his needs become more expensive and I just want to give him a life and stable home he can be proud of. We’ve had to move 8 different times due to either not being in a suitable living space to dangerous creepy neighbors, or simply unable to afford it. We just want to feel safe and at home, in our own home. Away from the hate and turned up noses. Not someones basement or paying rent for use of a small musty bedroom. I’m not saying I’m a Queen or too good or anything, but I don’t find it suitable to live with roaches and rodents. So if you find it in your heart to be generous and help us purchase our own home, know that you are the difference in our lives that we’ve been praying for. Someone to believe in us enough to give a chance for stability and security, and freedom… May God bless you and your family. paypal.me/thx4urlov