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Can you help me brighten my life??

For as long as I can remember I have always been the one to help others even to the point that I put myself in major debt.

I have gone and done it again, the difference this time is my once secure job has now become unstable.  I have gone from full time to only working 15 hours.  I have spent the past month job hunting but I haven’t had very much luck.  Due to COVID alot of businesses where I am have either closed their doors or have reduced their activities.  I am also fighting along side thousands of unemployed people.

I have tried to get government assistance, I’ve even gone to 4 or more non profit organisations for any kind of help, only to be told ” I’m sorry you aren’t eligible” or “I’m sorry you are a New Zealand citizen, so you aren’t eligible”. I have even gone back to the people I have helped financially and asked for help only to get their backs along with the attitude of “what money, we don’t owe you anything”. I have even asked other family and friends only to be given one excuse after another.

I have been falling asleep crying this past week trying to figure out how I can pay all my bills( the loan, overdraft, money for airfares, the utilities and put food on the table for myself and my furbabies), I owe thousands alone and need thousands to just move countries.

Thank god for my boys (furchildren) I don’t know what I would have done if it wasn’t for their unconditional love and because of them I cannot give up hope. I must find a way.

This disaster was brought about because of the sudden change in my employment.  I am also in the lower income bracket.
I have also just been advised my rents going up, I have tried to talk to the owners about my situation but to no avail.  My pleas fell on deaf ears.

I have become seriously stressed and super worried about my situation. If I am not careful I am heading towards homelessness.

After the latest round of getting no help because of my citizenship I have become disheartened and wish to return home.  But to do that, I need to clear all debts owing and booking myself and my furbabies on the next flight back home.   What a happy dream that would be.

And so I turn to you, I hope you find it in your heart to help me, even a little.  Every little bit helps.

Help me get back on my feet and to get myself and my furbabies back home.

May you be blessed for any philanthropic help given.

I will forever be grateful.

Thank you.

PayPal.Me/AstaMarsters

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Autistic and unemployed

Hi all, I’m an autistic 32y/o with chronic depression who is unemployed after the business I’d recently (September last year) started working for shut down permanently over Christmas, I can’t afford therapy or meds now and I’m struggling to find other suitable employment due to no meds making my mental issues more noticeable, in turn making it more difficult to find work. I’m in $50k debt from various credit providers that wasn’t a problem when I was working, which I am now unable to cover as well as falling behind on my rent

https://paypal.me/Rockett88

thanks in advance

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I need your help

Hi there, my name is Jeremy I’m 43  and I need your help. My teeth both bottom and top jaw need replacing,  The start of 2020 I was half way to my total , hoping to have the full total  start of 2021 and have a new me. But disaster struck. Not once but twice, my mum got sick 2nd of January and was airlifted 400km away to a emergency care hospital. I took time off work to be with her. Being there for 5 days, the doctors said she was doing well. So I made the decision to come home on the 6th of January. On the 7th I went to work holding out hope mum was gonna be okay. When I received a phone call at work that my 18 year old step son had just hung himself. It was an unbearable pain. I raced to my wife and to see her hugging his lifeless body was more then I could take.  All this going on with mum still in intensive care for her condition. When my brother rang up. Said there is nothing they can do. If you want to see mum 1 last time, I better come back. So I did the 4 hour trip. Told my mum I loved her. Sat with her for the day, told her of the tragedy . I told her I couldn’t stay. Had to get back to be by my partners side. Mum was okay , she understood. We had to grief and make funeral arrangements, make sense of everything that happened,  was no signs, no hints that this was going through Graham’s head. Dead 3 months after turning 18. Anyway leaving the hospital. Was given good news by doctors that they were confident that a procedure on mum would fix her up. So I left with hope that she would be okay. My mums a fighter. That night I got a phone call from my brother saying mum wasn’t strong enough for the operation. And that that they will just make her comfortable until she dies. That happened on 14th of January exactly 1 week after Graham’s suicide. So money I had saved for all on 4 teeth replacement, went towards funeral costs, taking time off work, etc. Then covid 19 struck and its been a financial nightmare for me ever since. Unable to get any loans and my teeth so bad. I can’t even enjoy simple things in life like eating an apple, chewing finger nails, eating nuts. I’m pleading for help. My self esteem is at an all time low, I get anxiety around people, scared they are just staring at my horrible mouth. And I get teased at my workplace for my missing, cracked decayed teeth. I just want a better life, a more confident me, if you think you could help please please donate to

paypal.me/Jeremyhales51

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Help Me Today & I’ll Pay It Forward Tomorrow

So let’s get this out in the open straight away.

I am asking you to donate to me and I am not going to give anything to you or do anything for you in return.

I intend to pay this goodwill and generosity forward when I am pretty much sorted, but right now, today as you read this, I cannot give you anything back in return.

So why should you help me?

Because as humans, we are inherently kind and want to help others when we can.

About Me

I’d love to tell you exactly who I am but as you read on, you will understand why I can’t, just yet.

I am married with 4 children. Back in the day, I was a bit of a high-flier with my job flying me all over the world. I was good (and still am) with people, could see the big picture and my successes lead to promotions which led me being head of departments. I loved the travel and always packed an extra case for duty-free and shopping trips.

I was outgoing, confident and would look in the mirror and think ‘yes, you are attractive’. Ok, maybe I should add modesty to that list of adjectives too then :-)

However, I had to fight hard to get what I had and where I was.

My mother left me with my grandparents when I was 2 whilst she travelled the world without a care or second thought for me.

I had no idea who my father was – his name wasn’t listed on my birth certificate. Not too sure what that says about my mum – either she was very forgetful or my dad really hurt her. Probably the latter as she stayed bitter and twisted until she died.

I went into care when I was 10 – being brought up in care made me tough and a bit of a self-starter, reliant on myself.

I met my husband in my late 20s and immediately thought this is it! I have finally found the man that I am going to spend the rest of my life with.

It took 20 years of non-physical abuse, aka marriage, to finally break me mentally and drive me to 2 years of weekly therapy sessions to finally see that I had in fact married a narcissist.

I wasn’t going mad when I thought my husband was belittling me, demeaning me, that he was didn’t care what he was doing to me if it made him feel better about himself.

20 years of narcissistic abuse akin to Chinese water torcher wore me down, completely shattered my self-confidence and self-belief in every, and so many other ways imaginable.

But the dealbreaker is seeing how his behavior is now affecting our children. The constant put-downs and sniping is causing them to doubt themselves, to second guess if they can actually do something.

I tell them that they were born to fly. He gives them every reason why they can’t.

I need to leave for not only my mental health but for that of my children too.

Unfortunately, it’s not as simple as packing our bags and off we go.

I have a part-time job that would just about cover the rent on a one-bedroom property in the crappiest area of town.

I started a business during the first lockdown and though sales are increasing, it’s still not enough to help me set up on my own with the kids.

Plus, if my husband were to get wind of me leaving before I’m ready to go, he would make everyone’s life a living hell.

This is why I have to do this anonymously, for now.

This is where I’m asking for your help.

Night after night, day after day, I think about how can I get enough money to be able to leave on my terms. My business is my long term plan but this year with Covid-19, Christmas and New Year has shown me that waiting another 12 months is simply not an option for me or my children.

I need out. We need out. Now. And I need out within weeks, not months or years.

So I asked the Universe what can I do and this idea started to grow and I thought, ‘what will it hurt to ask?’

Can you donate to help me move into a home where I and my children can relax and be happy once we walk through the door?

Can you donate to help me move into a home where I don’t have a panic attack when I hear my husband’s key turn in the door?

Can you help me by donating so my children can hear the voice that tells them that they can fly as high and far as they choose to and not the voice that is like an anchor pulling them down?

How I will Pay it Forward

I will do my utmost to help any man or woman in the same position as me. I don’t know how yet, but I promise that I will help in any way that I can.

I will support charities that help disadvantaged children with my time, fundraising and any other way that the charity advises that I can help.

paypal.me/free9dl

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I can’t get a lease to rent a home

Im 67, never married, no kids or family. I’ve worked for myself most of my life, from home. Ive never owned a home, which has always been my biggest dream. I cant believe that I may end up home-less! Im on aged pension, and rentals are very scarce indeed. There has been just 2 or 3 listings in my area in last few months. Leaving for another area of Melbourne makes no difference, due to my financial situation being unacceptable and because there are so very many applicants for any one home. (and rents have gone up the last 6 mths!)

Im in a temporary home- a unit which adjoins the landlady’s house. It was meant to be for 3 months, last December, and I was given notice in March. Covid rules ensured I couldnt be evicted until this coming March 2021. I hate it here, I’m cramped, no privacy, but mostly the landladys ‘rules’ affect me badly eg Dont pat our dogs, dont have anything but a car in my carport (my only outdoor space), dont feed the birds! Very unfriendly, speak when spoken to, eyes averted.

The past few years Ive run my very small charity, to help needy pets within their homes, mainly de-sexing cats as a focus. Working it without pay part time, I run the small business I also created to raise funds, rather than just putting my hand out for donations. With all the equipment etc at my home, the charity has paid half the rent, which basically secured a roof over my head.

Renting out small party games, popcorn etc for the business ceased last December, and just now a few enquiries are dribbling in. Most are un-successful because they are so far away in Melb suburbs, requiring very big delivery fees, as always. Im on Mornington Peninsula. All equipment has been in storage since last December, making it very very difficult to consider trying to take an odd booking that may arise. Ive suffered clinical depression for 25 years, with anxiety now being the most disabling for me. I have become agorophobic, I dont leave the house much (so arranging party hire from home suited very well.) Its Christmas Day and I’m alone as usual. I cant believe how Ive ended up, because I know Im a very kind, helpful, friendly and generous person. Im very witty, empathetic, engaging and I try not to be judgemental. I love animals, especially dogs, so very much. Kids and dogs have always loved me. Im very down to earth, and shoot from the hip. I hate to hurt anyone’s feelings, and I can turn the other cheek, but so often I find that people have very high piles of eggshells around them these days, and at my age I’m done with treading so lightly, tip-toeing around people. So yes, I have virtually no friends, I will admit it. And I’m not driven to go find some. I just like being creative, doing ‘business’, relishing nature in peace and dreaming of helping pets. I minded dogs a lot for about 13 years, where they quickly settled happily with me by their side. I have many hundreds of photos. I paid rent on time, always got my full bond back, but for the last house I rented in 2019, where I offered my full bond as I just couldnt cope with the intense stress, and left a bit of cleaning up to do, mainly outside, but the big lawns and beds were perfect. Photos available of how I left it all. An incredibly vindictive landlord and agent.

I cannot see any future for me now, with just the need for a nice secure home hanging darkly over my head for so many months.

Can you somehow help me to secure an affordable home please?

My fantasy is to have a secure home, on a bit of land, where I (or we?) could build up a ‘sanctuary’ for dogs (and cats?) to live out their twilight years. Old dogs are not desirable and often euthanised just because they are old. I imagine having big rooms/areas where a kind person is employed to just ‘be’ with the dogs, watch tv, I dont care. Just love them. The Mornington Peninsula is well suited for that.

I have some arthritis, but basically Im strong and competent. Maybe you can offer to pay for 6 months rent in advance, as a ‘carrot’ for the landlord? But I have tried that, offering 3 months rent in  advance, to no avail (the Charity’s money!).

I need a home with a big garage/storage, and for  my bespoke creations, I’d really need an under-cover outdoor area too. If I moved into a small unit, no storage, I wouldnt be able to do some work for the charity/business. I’d have no reason to get out of bed.

If I won tattslotto, the 1st thing I’d do is put up huge rewards for dobbing in dog-fighting rings…then get some new teeth. A fancy car is of no interest to me, helping others is whats in my heart. I’d get on my box, be out-spoken, for any good cause to help the under-dog.

Perhaps you have a suitable property that I can live in? Perhaps you know a big dog lover who wants to help dogs? I dont want the money, just a home and a purpose that fills my heart.

Thank you for your time to read this.

Bless those who are givers, not takers, and who oppose  any inhumanity towards animals, or people. God help the rest.

http://paypal.me/ineedahome972

 

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Trying to get it together for my kids

Hi. My name is Kristy and I have 4 beautiful daughters aged 21,17,7 and 6. I will try to keep this short and simple.

Up until May this year I was in a long term relationship and working. Due to requiring surgery in May, I had to take 6 weeks off work for recovery. Recovery was a lot longer than expected and stretched into July. During this time, I separated from my partner and although I stayed in the rental home we were in, I was passed all the bills suddenly and also left to buy new furniture which was necessary like a dining table to eat at. Also, the rent was already 6 weeks in arrears when it was changed to my name. I was previously only responsible for the groceries and any expenses for the kids .

I tired searching for work but with the whole covid situation, every man and his dog was doing the same. I couldn’t go back to my old job because it required lifting which I am now unable to do. Forward to August by which time we were in stage 4 lockdown and the kids were all home fulltime which further impacted my capacity to go to work. Both  my two youngest children are special needs and my very youngest also suffers with anxiety for which she is medicated so that she can function and engage. I cannot just drop them into any kind of vacation/after school care which further compounds my inability to work at present. I have no family support available and their father works 6 days a week so also cannot help.

I tired applying for the rent relief, but the landlord would not complete the claim as he didn’t believe that I should apply as my circumstances regarding rent arrears are not directly related to covid. Salvation Army also could not help as they only assist where there is an eviction notice, and with covid there is a pause on that. I’m terrified what happens when the pause is lifted soon. I currently owe 6 weeks of arrears at $440 a week. If I could pay a month of that ($1911) I would be off to a good start in catching up. I also owe my phone bill of $210 and my water bill for $253. I have car rego coming up in the next two weeks and all this on top of Christmas and my eldest turning 21 in 3 days which I have not bought her anything or organised anything :(

I have applied for carers payment as suggested by the employment agency that I’m linked with but I know claims take a long time to process and it’s not guaranteed to be approved.

I know there are so many people struggling this year with everything that has happened and I dearly wish I was in a position to be on the reverse of this and be donating money to someone in need. If you could find it in your heart to help me get back on track and support my little family I would be so grateful.

PayPal.Me/kristyashurst

 

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Help me Escape and get my girl back

Where do I even start….

I’m taking a stab in the dark here and ask me for some help because right now I have lost all hope I need my girl back.

I have lost everything I ever had owned and loved and to make it worse I’m stuck at my partners parents house sleeping in a cold damp caravan, feeling completely trapped and I literally have no where two go. this is why I’m asking for help I need help to leave my partner he’s currently doing time in jail and I’ve got 2 months 2 get enough cash together to get away from him.

If u Ask anyone that knows me they will tell you that my life is jinxed I’m cursed .

This all started at age of 13 when my dreams of winning Olympic gold medal was torn from my grasp .

As a competitive swimmer training 6 hours a day in the pool ,I was one of the kind that wanted it so badly and trained so hard .

The Beijing Olympics was my only priority and everything i did worked around land and pool training, competitions and dieting to achieve the goal I was led to beleve was my only option in this world , Everyone telling me that I didn’t need school I didn’t need anything else because I was going to be NZ Olympic swimmer.

I had nothing else but swimming

Until shortly after being in hospital for glandular fever I was prepped for surgery to get grommets to find out after waking up that it was much more serious……the surgeon found i had a disease ( cholesteatoma) they say if not foun it would have went to my brain and killed me.
5 major operations with in 5 years for the end result  to be  unsuccessful.

This was when my soul left my body. Everything I work so hard for my only thing I had got taken for me my dream my passion was over

I don’t remember much about those 5 years I had sunken into major depression which was understandable and to this day carried on through my life I have tried many times to end my life till the age of 18teen little hope was given to me .
I finally had a purpose I had my little girl.

I lived for this child she was my everything and with no interest or help from the father he even thinking its a good idea to bring his girlfriend at the time to the birth of our child.

I had my mother helping me her knowing i lived for her and what she meant to me but it was always me Id admit if I did wrong but I know I was a good mother during the next 5 years I moved away from my mother so it was me and my girl didnt have much interest from my family including my mother they never visited and the father just dropped in time to time mostly when a new girlfriend starts asking questions, My girl started school I fell madly in love, infatuated by a man but realising to late how jealous and upset this made my child long story short she went to the school and made up stories nothing came out of these stories it was not true but this is really upsetting me I felt like my own had betrayed me and I couldn’t believe it!

At this time I started losing everything we were in the middle of moving out of the house and financially struggling as for that I had an agreement with my mum to take her for a year so I can get my stuff sorted then she would return to me ,but my mother did the unspeakable and to this day I haven’t forgiven her she withheld me from my girl and made excuses so I couldn’t see her it was difficult to because she lived about an hour away from where I was and I had no car . I didn’t even get to see her on xmiss or her birthday

Then when a year was up she dropped her off at her father’s and did a runner 2 Australia.

I didn’t understand what I did wrong to her to treat me that way and couldn’t believe I’ve been betrayed by the one person I thought I trusted in the world that would always have my back this broke my heart but by the time i found my girl was happy and comfortable and she wanted to give her dad a go and she was just around the corner from me so seen her twice a day everyday she wanting her dad’s attention and she thought she finally had it so I wasn’t going to be the one the take that opportunity of having that time with him but long as I got to have her and see her when ever I wanted .

Then as I’m going through an abusive relationship he gets locked up for the1st time doing 12 months in this time my girls dad gets married to a woman with two younger boys and has a baby of their own within a year. So my girl went from a only child to having 3 younger brothers over night .. she wasn’t happy about it i found out later that it was my girl at 9yr razing her brothers up and down every night to feed the new born this was all hidden from me I thurt I got on well with the wife as to the point where I was coming over every afternoon helping her the children while now knowing the father was away months at a time trying to sort out a property and job to were they planed to move to without my knowledge .

I got stabbed in the back by them all when I found out there plans so as any mother would do I went to put a stop to it the year to come was a heartbreak unfair part of my life as I did everything right by the book with the lawyers I was judged by who my partner was and everything was pinned to me even though they lied through court and didn’t obey caught orders picked up in the middle of the night and moved 4 hours away to unknown address my bad luck just kept coming it felt like every time I hit rock bottom there was a trapdoor and I fell deeper still I cried everyday for a year and a half I haven’t been able to talk or see my girl in two and a half years now and my life is getting nowhere so like I said at the beginning of my story I’m stuck here I desperately need some luck in my life to run away and get my life back so I can become a stronger person to fight to bring my girl home .

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Christmas Catastrophe

Hi I am in a very tough situation and need desperate help. I was let go  by my work 3 weeks ago and at the same time my boyfriend left me. We have both recently gone through 2 IVF cycles that has left me with multiple loans that I am now solely responsible for paying for. I am also left with bills and rent that were previously paid by 2 people and I am left with no income. I have 2 kids that will be expecting Christmas presents and i will have to disappoint them at this stage. I have been suicidal and incredibly depressed. I am incredibly worried about my mental state and even if i had a job at the moment i would struggle to keep it. I need $1000 to get me through the next month, i would promise to pay it back when i have the means to do so. At the moment I am neck high in debt and need some kind of help to get me through. The bills i have to pay – $400 for electricity, $720 for school fees, $180 for phone bill, $1000 a month of loan repayments, $2000 for rent next month Jan 7th, groceries $50 a week, $50 spare for children expenses. Please hear my cry for help, i will be forever grateful for help at this hard time.

Regards,

Naomi Buttler

My paypal link is paypal.me/NaomiButtler

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I need help with tuition fee

Hello. I am a university student and everything was going well until the pandemic happens. I am not able to pay my tuition fee debt which is $10,000. I have gone through a lot to just want to make it here and finally I’m on my last 2 sessions before finishing. I have left my children to my parents to take care while I study and chase my dreams in getting this degree which I believe will be very helpful for making better lifes for my family especially my children. I can’t give up yet. My dream is just one step closer. It would be a miracle and helpful if anyone could help me out please and I will pay forward when I start to work after my graduation. Thank you and God bless you.

My paypal is: https://www.paypal.me/inasfah

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Family in need

Hey everyone I’m going to cut this story short, so it’s not too long.

Okay so, usually I wouldn’t do this kind of thing and i have been feeling too embarrassed to do it but I have to, I need help and if I didn’t I wouldnt ask.

I will start off by telling you I am a mother of one boy he is 2 years old. My son’s father and I are still in a relationship and we all live together with my mother in law and my two sister in laws. Before my son was even 1 my father in-law had him uplifted from me with false accusations and my mother in law believed him at the time..  since then things have changed I am in my son’s life again but he is not under my name in law. We are getting there but still going through court. So he is under my mother in law’s name yet she doesn’t help buy food, nappies, or anything at all in the house and she gets paid a heck more than we do, we even have to buy her cigarettes. I am getting a job for some reason it’s taking a long time, maybe because of covid. For now I have to live on a benefit getting less than 300 a week, I have to provide for everyone else with this money, I also have to make sure all cars have enough gas to get around daily and make sure the kids can go to school, I don’t know why my mother in law doesn’t help out much but she does pay the rent with is not that high when I know she makes 1000+ a week, but that’s the deal, I provide for everyone and everything and she pays less than half on rent. My partner is also in line for a job but for now we are going down hill. I don’t know how this can be happening to us when all we do when we can is give back and help out others. I just wondered if anyone would find it in their hearts to help us out with food and some bills, night I add the pets 2 dogs and 1 cat 1dog which still needs to be dessexed but we cannot afford it. I know that “if you can’t afford them don’t get them” well we could at the time and any passionate owner would understand were we to give them away we have been told they would become mentally sick and feel abandoned and would need to be out down, I don’t want to have to do this to my babies :'(((

And if I haven’t said we are really looking at our end I don’t know what we can do from here

So please lord please help our family out I pray to you xo

 

I don’t have paypal but if anyone in new Zealand would be so kind enough I have a kiwibank it is here :

38-9018-0059108-00

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Help Me Achieve My Mom’s Dying Wish

Hi there, and thank you for taking the time to read my post.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to respond to my mom’s death. Losing my mom was something I couldn’t prepare for, even though I had tried. Usually I am the person others look to for direction and guidance, but I remember that moment at the end; when the doctor told us that our mom had only a few hours left. I kept asking myself, “What must I do?” and only emptiness responded.

I am the youngest of five children. I was my mom’s baby. I have four older, more ‘experienced-in-life’ siblings. It’s a safe haven for me. It’s home.

I am a mom to a team of three incredible little humans, and a wife to one of the strongest and most intelligent men that I have ever met. A healthy and balanced lifestyle has always been important to me. My mom was diagnosed with lung cancer in July 2015. She was a heavy smoker.

I missed the first call from my dad that day. I was in a meeting when I saw the missed call on my phone. It was strange, but I already knew that something was wrong. I immediately made the call and my dad answered after only one ring. He calmly explained that mom had cancer and that the doctors had given her a few months left to live. There was nothing they could do for her. Then he cried.

I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for him that day, to tell each of us, one at a time, that their mother was dying, and that he couldn’t save her. That same month they had celebrated their 53rd wedding anniversary. I felt so guilty that I hadn’t answered his call but rather, that I was returning it. I didn’t speak to my mom on the phone, and when we said goodbye I sat in silence…

I arrived at my parents’ house about an hour after leaving my office. During the trip there I had thought about what I should say to my mom, but I couldn’t think of anything of substance. By the time I drove into the driveway I had concluded that there was nothing to say; words were useless. I was surprised to discover that she was on her own. My dad had gone back to his office already, and then I realised that she would have demanded that he go back to work, to keep things ‘normal’. My mother was not a woman you chose to argue with, that is, if you had the choice. Behind three entrance gates, she sat with her book, her cup of coffee and a cigarette in her hand. Being the absolute lady she was, a long elegant filter fluttered between her lips and the space under her delicate but oversized hat. This was her signature style: she loved big floppy hats with flowers perched on top. She loved strong coffee, no milk. She loved heavy, lose-yourself books. And she loved cigarettes. There may have even been a tot or two of brandy in that black coffee of hers!

She looked peaceful under that huge umbrella of coconut palm trees, sitting gently at her outside table, legs crossed on top of her chair. Us petite ladies can do that. I suppose at some point, we all wonder and agonise over how and when we will die, and she had just received that secret. Maybe it brought her some sort of peace, to know the end of her incredible story. Her dark brown almond eyes lit up as she smiled at my arrival.

“What do you want to do mom?” were my first words to her. “I can take you anywhere, we can do anything you want.”

She smiled at me again, and under the brim of her huge hat, she said, “I have had a beautiful and full life. I don’t want to go anywhere or do anything. I want to be here, with you.”

And with that said, we sat quietly, hand in hand, and wept through our smiles.
I don’t recall how that day ended. I don’t care to recall it. What I do remember from that day was the overwhelming peace, strength and courage that my mom displayed. How she joked, and how she told us to be strong for her. Never again did I see her cry for herself.

A few days before she died I realised that Death does not come quietly. It felt as though I had lost her already. She was confused and weak. Her petite and slender legs were so incredibly thin and papery that you could see the dark purple veins pulsating underneath. Her skin looked bruised and broken, and her hair was grey and thin, which despite her age, usually never saw the light of day under continuous black hair dyes and hair sprays. She was a phenomenally beautiful woman that had been resorted to a chattering old lady in nappies, incapable of bathing herself. Cancer is a cruel and relentless ride that you can’t get off.

I first learnt about the smell of Death on that day. I remember looking it up on Google; the sweet and putrid smell of a human body that is about to die. For the first time in thirteen months, I became acutely aware that we had lost her forever. I realised that this eccentric woman, who had loved so fiercely, lived so wildly, and who had protected and cared for her family so deeply, had already left us. Her suffering was now so great, that Death had became a much-needed respite.

I had barely settled into my day at the office when my sister called to say that an ambulance was taking our mom to the hospital. She was in pain, and the hospice nurse could no longer ease her discomfort. We all knew it. We all knew that once she arrived at the hospital, she would never leave.

I arrived before they did. And when they did, I noticed that my mom was the most coherent she had been in weeks. She smiled when she saw me, and told me that she was sore. She clenched her fists, she writhed, she pleaded for relief. I felt utterly helpless. I looked at my dad and my sisters, I saw the desperation in their eyes, and I heard their voices shake. I noticed how incredibly kind the doctors and nurses were being towards us and towards my mom. We were breaking all the hospital rules in our true family style. And then I realised that they too knew that this was her end. The rules do not apply when Death arrives.

I saw things over those next 48 hours that I wish I could unsee. I saw suffering that is impossible to be compared to anything other than torture. Not just my mom’s own suffering, but the suffering experienced by my sisters and my father.
The helplessness and confusion was immense. She would awaken for very brief moments, mumble something that didn’t make sense, and return to her sleepy state. We took turns sitting with her, only going home to shower and put on fresh clothes. But I don’t think she was really there with us anyway.

Then a miracle happened. There was a moment of pure stillness. We were all there, sitting around her hospital bed when she regained total consciousness. She made it clear that she wanted to say something, even though she could not talk at all. We surrounded her closely, like the petals on one of her favourite roses. She looked at each one of us for a few seconds, and with absolute determination she mouthed out individual I love you’s. No voice escaped her, but each of us understood her message. Finally, she fixed her eyes on my father. He told her that she could go, and in his arms, my mom closed her eyes, and left us. Peacefully.

It’s been four years since my mom closed her eyes for the last time. Those warm, brown, loving eyes that could also become like fire when her passions were stirred. She had beautiful eyes. A lot has happened in four years, and mostly because of losing my mom. Not just the loss of her, but the experience of it all. The suffering and the beauty of her death. The pain and the peace it brought to our family.

In the last four years, I have welcomed my third child to the world and immigrated my family to Australia from South Africa to pursue my mom’s dream for me. She wanted me to obtain a PhD. Today, I am halfway through my research, and I have paid AUS$45000 towards my tuition so far. I need another AUS45 000 to complete my PhD, which will then allow me to apply for permanent residency for my family here in Australia.

My request, is that somewhere out there, a donor would consider funding my remaining tuition fees so that I can complete my PhD, and make my mom proud.

My Paypal link is paypal.me/samanthalworthington

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Struggling to make ends meet

Hi everyone,
It really is hard for me to sit here and type all of this as this was not something that I ever had in mind. To start off, I am the eldest sister of 4 brothers and 1 sister and the reason I am asking for financial help is due to to the risk of not being able to afford my rent and risking homelessness again, only this time it would be during a pandemic.

From 2012 I had suffered from anxiety, depression and now complex-PTSD due to growing up in a very toxic and abusive environment. My mother had ovarian cancer (she is 8 years cancer free!) and my Dad was an abusive figure, who physically and mentally tormented my family. In 2015, I finally convinced my mum to leave our abusive household and flee from my biological father to seek safety- I graduated in 2015 all the while fighting a court case against my dad for the safety of my siblings and mother. We were in and out of a security centre, essentially homeless for a few months until august of 2015, where we were offered a half way house then eventually a government funded house. We saved up from then on out and stupidly got tricked into investing in a rent/buy scheme for a house which we eventually lost, again. My Mum and stepdad worked in agriculture, so when the Australian bush fires hit, our finances were affected drastically. My Mum then decided to leave to another state, in order to try to start fresh. I am currently studying in University, but had to defer to help my Mum and my siblings as we are drowning in debt due to everything happening around us.

To add more on top of the things that we are currently facing, I also have been medically diagnosed with endometriosis and fibromyalgia which impairs my ability to work. I have been the main caregiver for years as all my siblings are still of school age. Due to the pandemic, I have not been able to find a job or find support within family nor the government. With the paycuts and slashes, I can no longer afford to pay rent, utilities and medical expenses, alongside paying for groceries.

I am in dire need of help and would appreciate any I can get during this very difficult time.
Thank you.

paypal.me/esprx

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At Risk Of Homelessness (scammed by narcissist)

I was widowed 3 years ago and a mother with two children struggling after finding out that when my husband died he also left me with huge debts I had no idea about. I have managed to pay off many, and some still outstanding. we are just scraping by, with minimal food, which is resulting in my sons complexion looking malnourished. This is killing me slowly inside. My daughter soon after that, met her boyfriend who moved in, and within a few weeks we discovered that he is a scammer and used our vulnerable situation to manipulate our grieving process, becoming the ‘man of the house’. Promised us he will take charge of the rental and electricity bills and I was to pay for the rest. So we moved out of our comfortable home and got a new premises. He was a first class manipulator and his narcissistic behaviour was evident almost immediately after we moved in. He crashed my daughters car and said he will pay for that but that time never came. Now its too late for insurance to repair as its run out of rego. We then found out that he was on the run, with some serious heavies looking for him, which was why he moved us from the original home. He used us as his scapegoat  So essentially, he put my whole family in danger. We have just found out, he has done this many times before, and we are yet just another victim of his narcissistic behaviour.

The worlds most liveable city has now extended this lockdown even further making people angry and hash. Our landlord is refusing to negotiate any rental relief as the Department of Housing can assist in a small financial injection due to COVID-19 only if there is a rental reduction in place. So I’m going round in circles.

My scammer has put us in extreme financial hardship and mental disarray. Also to top it off with COVID-19 hitting Victoria so hard we are no longer able to keep our heads above water. Loosing all our jobs, and left with no savings. The lockdown has put a lot of emotional stress on us with no-one to talk to, no work available to any of us.

I am extremely embarrassed that I have had to come on this website to beg for some financial assistance. But I am desperately needing help and I must put my pride to the side for my children’s sake. I would like to also thank the creators of this website. I never thought people use a platform like this for the kindness of others. Brings tears to my eyes. When I am able, this is the site I will be donating to on a regular interval, knowing I am actually helping people in need and not some company where the money goes towards the ‘business’. (although running costs are essential).

We are a beautiful family and don’t belong in the streets like lost puppies. No-one belongs there. I will NEVER give up! I am just at my lowest point at the moment and can’t think straight. I find myself walking around the house over thinking with no resolutions. I have always wanted my own home for safety and security. I never thought I would find myself in these circumstances as I am a hard worker and a go-getta. Go figure!

It is from the deepest part of my heart I thank you in advance . I love you all. x

paypal.me/JennyM67

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That’s Life! 20 year old stuck between a hard place and a rock.

Hi everyone. I am unsure on how to go about this or where to begin. So I will start from the beginning.

My backstory-

I am a bright, bubbly, loving 20 year old female who has been through a lot in my life. I know I know, what the hell can a 20 year old possibly go through that’s so tough? My father passed away when I was only 16 of an unexpected heart attack. We were already in a hard financial situation back then, but that does not compare to the misfortune myself and my family are currently going through.

My mother being widowed, losing her business 3 months after my fathers death due to a building fire, left us no other choice that to start from the bottom. This was all in 2016-2017.

My current situation-
I have just escaped a relationship with a narcissist. We were together for 6 months (although knowing him for 2 years) He left myself and my family in an abhorrent situation where he makes the devil himself look like an angel. He has left us in over $25,000 debt refusing to pay astronomical rent, bills and fixing my car. Leaving my name on the lease and refused to pay rent that he said he would.
also he had taken and controlled all my finances, taking the only saving I had including my mother’s aswell. Let’s just say he had his ways.

I have $200 to my name and no savings or anyone to help me out in this of need.

Early February he crashed my car, promising me to have it fixed, which till this day it has sat in my driveway rotting away till I can gather the funds to get it on the road again. I was then unable to work due to not having a car, I lost my job and then Covid hit.

I worked as a Forensic Cleaner. I helped people in need being compassionate to family’s, helping them clean up after a loved ones death, or cleaned hoarder houses for people who are mentally ill, the job goes on. Being 20 years old, I started working in this industry at only 19 being the youngest worker the company has ever had as I had the need to help others. That is what I enjoy doing. I have become accustomed to being exposed to death and those types of situations. I feel as if I’m able to handle helping others through difficult times, and have the stomach to clean up after suicides, murders, unattended deaths and so fourth I would do this type of work as someone has to be the one to do so.

I need money to get my car up and running so I can return to work, along with having to pay over $25,000 worth of debt my ex partner has left me and my family in. We are at a risk of having our electricity switched off, and being evicted. Which will result in us being homeless once again as I experienced that at 10 years old. We have no family or anyone to go to.

after crying on my best friends shoulder during our break up, would you believe I had soon found out my best friend has fleed with my ex partner, sabotaging my relationship for The sake of her selfishness. Losing both of them at the same time. I have cut my losses with both relationships, as I know I had been nothing but an amazing partner and best friend to the both of them. To anyone around me I have only the best of intentions and will feed you nothing but my love, open heart and true self. The plot thickens and this is only a fraction of my situation without writing a novel. Which I am thinking of writing a book, “That’s Life!” as this will definitely be a best selling book. Funds can also contribute towards that goal once everything else is handled.

It is unfortunate the situation I have been put through, and at some times I feel as if it was easier to handle the loss of my father than the situation I am currently in. I think that says enough about how difficult this has been.  I am a strong girl, and always want and help others, but I need to accept that it is also my time to be helped. As a community and from one human being to another, that is what we are here for.

I have a tattoo on my arm that I wrote which reads “Nobody asked for life to deal us with the hands we are dealt. Fate is the cards you were given when you were born; Destiny is how you play them.

My situation will not define me, however it has built me to become a stronger woman.

If you are able to help me my paypal link is PayPal.me/ellieminas

Thank you and much love to you all.