My name is Angela. I am Mom to 3 amazing boys. For the last year however we have been living out of boxes. By this I mean just that living out of boxes.  We moved across town to my “ex-in-laws” rental property which is a triplex. I did this because I was under the impression their son and I would be working on things as we raised our son. Turns out after I moved all the way across town for much cheaper rent. Him and I won’t be working on things as he has a girlfriend and has been with her for years… My entire life for the past few years has been a lie! Now I am moved across town caring for my 3 sons in a rental that is not only owned by his parents, they all live directly across the street.  Yeah a big kick while I’m already down.

So because I’ve moved all the way across town and rental rates became insane in our area I’m forced to stay here.  We are living out of boxes because there is a bad cockroach problem and the pest control comes every few weeks to spray and do their job.  We can’t quite put our things away because it all needs to be packed back up within a few weeks it’s very tiring.  I’ve done this the past year to help the ex-in-laws out as they do help with their grandson and my older sons. But there comes a point when as a parent yourself you can’t continue to live this way.

My boys and I have missed out on Church and other general activities because of these Cockroaches.  And with the new school year it’s been the final straw.  Walking them to school last week a cockroach crawled out of my stroller.  Then Friday that just past my one son took his math book out of his bag to have a cockroach fall out of it on the floor. I can’t imagine how this poor kid felt at school with this happening as I myself felt embarrassed and like shit when one crawled out of our stroller earlier.

I have been looking and applying for the last 8 months (no lie emails to back me up) to rentals and being told ” we only rent to students or rooms for rent”.  Then the ones who consider us require first month’s rent last month’s rent and a deposit incase we damage anything.

I understand they want their property to stay good and clean. But I also know that people like myself raising my children are fully capable of keeping a clean home. Some people rent and ruin it for the rest of us.

I am here as a last resort. I’ve applied at all of our loan places and been turned down as I am not currently working. Also my credit score is low because I have not been working.

I have no family as I take care of my Papa since my Nana passed away and my mom passed away 10 years this November from kidney failure and hepatitis C tainted transfusion.

It’s just me and my boys and  we really need the help to move to a clean safe bug free home.

I have someone coming the 7th of October to take the rest of our belongings to the dump as now these bugs have made their way into our boxes.  Please help me move my boys to a better long term home.

I went to shelters and been turned away as my landlords say I can stay as long as we like… That they still have a mortgage.  Their mortgage is not my concern my concern is my children having a clean bugfree home to live in.

Please help me save up $10,000.00 to move into a safe place and also replace our beds and items we have had to replace many of which can’t be replaced as they were the only items of my late mother’s.

Also all 3 of my son’s birthdays are coming up November 1st, 8thand 13th and all they want is a safe place to live. So please help me help them.

I lost my health care job when my Nana fell ill and passed away unexpectedly with Cancer and now have to take care of my Papa as she always did.

This picture is of my older boys and some of the many boxes of chocolate bars they sell everyyear for their cub/Scout group. Our family is a very loving caring family.  We do the best we can when we can and always help out.  Now we are in need of help ourselves. I will happily post back as we get donations come in and let you know when we found a place.  A huge thank you for all that  helps us out you are the real definition of beauty in our world.  Please email me at lisquma@gmail.com if you would like to help out directly or our pay pal link is left here for your help

PayPal.me/AngelaLisqum

Once upon a time I met a girl.  Back then I was happy having nothing and didn’t aspire for more.  I fell for got a job and wanted to have a house.  I was an asphault worker of 7 years on the road.  Eventually I got to move on.  Worked three years as lead in a multi million dollar tire shop.  Got a line of credit or 2 and a car.  Had to leave my job as the boss was dating my sister and got not nice.  All the while my mothers boyfriend left her around the same time and I had to financially help her out while I could.  After that getting jobs was an insetting thing.  No one likes to follow labor laws here up north and I got yelled at for something the assistant manager told me to do as it was another tire shop I worked hard enough but ultimately it was seasonal.  I did as much work in between jobs I could as well as looked for more work. During this time I also lost a guy that was a brother to my siblings and I.  He was a drug user with cerebral palsy and he died of an overdose.  There was not much in the tank for motivation.  I have had a job since I was 8 working in my grandmothers greenhouse.  My dad was a drinker/gambler that just wasn’t ready for kids so he got temperamental.  There wasn’t much I could do in regards to going to school as my dad did what moms next BF did and left her with nothing.  SO to say I have my CAT english because I was going to attempt school around the time my friend died.  By the time that all blew over I lost my window of opportunity  With the extra three weeks and not getting that government grant in time I would have to wait as I needed money  to keep it afloat again.” I ended up at a contracting company who didn’t have supervisors for their workers.  I stuck it out and would have stayed but the new hire wanted to be in charge.  He would call me half hour before a  job and ask if I wanted to go in.  All hours of the day after not calling me for 4 days.  I wouldnt even be at home and have to refuse.  He told my boss I didn’t want to work and removed me from the regular hours list all together.  I asked for a layoff with call in because at least I would have some income to wait by the phone.  He agreed and never did anything about it.  I eventually got some more cash work shoveling roofs in the middle of nowhere.  Once again seasonal. Keep in mind this is about 2 years worth.  So all the while I am chewing away my funds and my credit.   One night finishing my day I was driving my gf’s vehicle home and the 8 foot snow banks were pushed back 2 feet over the ditch.  Problem being where the ditch started looked like the rest of the road.  So I got pulled in going home.  I had 2 beers at lunch while out in that minus 30 weather and I had one at the end of the day with my friend that I worked with before heading home.  I called 911 myself as I was in no way feeling influence by three cans of beer of 5-6 hours and the cop smelled beer on me.  I told him I just finished one maybe 10 – 15 minutes ago and I was honest about the ones earlier.  He ignored the road conditions and told me he had to give me a breath test.  First one I have ever had at 36.  It went over because I just drank it.  Charged with careless, blowing over 80 and improper pull in to shoulder.  Lost my licence for 3 months.  All the while I couldn’t get any work in this rural area without my car and it cost me 800 just to have my licence returned.   In this time I had to hire a lawyer.  Because I was being railroaded by the cops.  I blew 20 pts over the limit.  The equivalent of half a beer.  The 2 earlier stayed enough in my system I guess so that last one was just enough to put it over on the counter because it was freshly drank.  But he dint’ request an actual blood test as is protocol or let me know he had numbers for lawyers there and they were free.  All said and done I was already at that point tight on money but I finished the season with the snow and finally had some employment insurance after fighting to get it for 5 -6 months.    I have worked all my life.  I as well as my brothers and sister had no means to ever save the money needed for school.  Us three boys dropped out in High school because bills needed to be paid.  I attempted to upgrade a few times but I couldn’t stick to it.   My GF at this point had watched me be reduced to a jobless struggling and depressed bitter jerk.  We had an argument about work one night as she didn’t understand why I couldn’t stay at some of those other jobs and she figured that i could just grab any job. I tried to explain the unsafe works I was given.  The ridiculous hours and being away from home just to get screamed at by a guy that was drinking on his breaks and he wasn’t even my boss.   Not wanting to pay for some hours being done.  Trying to make us stay after a contract was completed to bill extra hours the mill didn’t ask for.   Every Job I mentioned here except the tire job did these illegal and dangerous types of things.  She doesn’t get what it is like to not have a safety net is what I focused my rebuttal on and she didn’t have to take care or a parent.  She left me because the DUI charge was the last straw.  Insurance is still giving her the run around and at this point she knows if convicted it is criminal.  6-10 grand a year for insurance year no driving.  All the while I told her I wasn’t inebriated.  All the fights about jobs and money and my future then that.  We spent our last month and a half together.  She stayed till just passed my birthday as we still love each other.   She was just to stressed and embarrassed with all the small town gossip and the situation as it was.

I see people getting free trips to school and never have to hold a job for more then 2 months at a time.  I have watched  them drink their schooling away and they still get to do all the things successful people do because they aren’t having to pay for any of it.  I am smart but I kept a car going to this point.  as well as 2 lines of credit, 2 credit cards, all eventually got maxed as that is going to happen over that much time as well as paid my half of rent and whatnot without steady work.  I managed that for 2 to three years.  Now I have lost everything and I have all the bills from my fiance leaving.  I am in the middle of a court case which has to go to trial if I even want to dream like I can have a future.  All the while I dont even have a littering charge on my record before all of this.  I worked hard all my life and did the right things all my life just to systematically be beat down by it.  All the while the jerk that hit my sister and called child services every 2 days while calling her names gets to keep his stuff.  The jerks that took away my shifts and treated me like garbage, because I dont cause I fuss and I am an easy target trying to not rock the boat,  they still have thier lives.  I mentioned it once to my boss that is when last second calls happened. Hell I will bet that cop who couldn’t take the 2 seconds to acknowledge that the road was bad on his report gets to go home to his wife.    I am here by myself with my new job I have to go 2 which breaks more rules then the other ones combined.  But I was ok about all of that because in my head I figured that dui might get knocked down to a careless.  My grandfather got heart problems about the time I left the tire shop.  Inoperable.  My mom had a pace maker installed 2 months ago as he heart stops and her brother just got his aortic valve changed so I have been under some stress but in my mind I think I can fix  it until yesterday when I got the phone call saying they wont plea down it is guilty or trial.  If I dont win I am basically fucked.  If I plead guilty I am slightly less fucked.  But all the while before yesterday I have been working heard to be able to start catching up on the things financially behind while talking to the wife with opes I could move with her as she will not come back to here.   I owe her a 9000 to 11ooo dollar rav which she gets the money for if I can win.  If we dont get back together at least there is that.  If I dont save enough money while paying my bills and stopping my last thing of value from being repo’d (car)  then I can’t afford the lawyer.  To be honest I dont’ know what the point of any of this even would be anymore.  I treated people nice, I was helpful, I was hard working, and I did nothing but try.  If I can’t even take a shot to have another chance myself then there is no point struggling.   A good person like me cant be redeemed and the garbage of society get all the freedoms and I dont think I can take another round at it unless I win that case.  So whomever is reading this.  You dont have to help me.  I am embarrassed to even ask but I dont have a choice.  But for once it would nice to see someone back up the underdog again, not the takers and the haters.  I dont want to have to work 3 times harder to not even have what most are given.  I told the truth in every part of this.  I will keep trying to get my chance at a chance.  But there is only so much more I can handle with this and I have never been to this point before.  So I dont know that I am begging more then I am asking if you guys think a society based like this is even worth wanting to be around to fight for.  I am tired.  Regardless of all of this,  I hope anyone who reads this is well and living their lives with the ones they care about stress free.    paypal.me/DB727

My partner and I met at a shelter a year ago and have been trying to help each other stay stable since. I do not have any family as I was in foster care ( never stayed in a home fore more than 3 months) from when i was 10 – 18 then I got kicked out due to my age and had to fend for myself. Children’s Aid give me a monthly allowance of 1,052 but that is barely enough to survive on. Due to the hectic circumstances of my life i suffer from many different mental illnesses that prevent me from being ale to keep a job. The government is not very understanding of these things so I’m not getting any help. My partner does not have any family either as they will not help her unless she lives at home where she has never been happy.  She does not qualify for government assistance so we are both living off of 1,052 a month. We have been couch hopping and in and out of shelters since October of last year struggling and trying to get on our feet. We are currently staying with a friend who lives quite far out from the city so travelling for appointments is expensive and almost impossible because I don’t drive because i was in a really bad accident a few months ago with my cousin. I have been taken advantage of by just about everybody in my life and would just like to live comfortably and happy. I am now 20 years old and have been homeless since I was 18 and things have been really hard especially because every month the day after I receive my cheque I’m broke because I’m having to pay the person I’m staying with and payback all the money I’ve borrowed through out the month for bus fair and medication for my partner and I. I am sure there are many stories on this site that are much more heart wrenching than this one but at this point when i have less than a dollar in my bank account and my friends mom yelling at me to “pitch in” it gets quite overwhelming. The smallest thing helps and I hope everyone else on here gets what they need :)

Paypal.me/chocolatestrawbs

I know not everyone will read my words. If you are willing to help without knowing my story, God bless you and your family.  This is my paypal account: paypal.me/imziee. For those of you who want/need to know my story, continue reading.

I never thought I would ever do this in my life. Begging strangers online for money seemed so extreme six months ago, but here we are. My name is Joe and you can’t imagine how desperate I am that this works.

I suffer from severe Crohn’s disease. Basically, my intestines are heavily inflamed which results in severe abdominal pain, daily diarrhea, heavy weight loss and fatigue. It makes it incredibly difficult for me to do normal activities some days, like going to work. In the past year alone, I have had to leave jobs or have been fired due to the frequency of my flare ups and the severity of my symptoms.

Earlier this year, I was finally able to have surgery during which I had 10+ inches of my bowel removed. Unfortunately, this procedure resulted in the formation of a hydrocele (extremely enlarged testicles) thus requiring a second surgery to correct the complication.

Although these procedures are supposed to help, they do not cure Crohn’s and I am currently waiting to find out if I am actually in remission. Despite this, I have started reapplying to jobs in the hopes that I may once again properly provide for my family.

My family and I, however have fallen on hard times. Although I am now on disability, the stipend I get per month is barely enough to cover rent, bills, and food. Usually my girlfriend and I pool our incomes together to survive but she has fallen on difficult financial times as well. I am unsure what more I can do.

Our cupboards are now bare and the fridge empty. There are two weeks left in the month and I am at a loss as to what to do or how to feed my family. We are desperate for help. Any help.

I have prayed for food for days. Our situation seems so bleak, but I have faith God will provide. I know that there are good people in this world who are willing to help those of us down on our luck. I promise to pay it forward. All my family and I need is a little compassion to make it through July.

For those of you who are willing to help,our hopeful goal is $100 but as I’ve said before anything you can do will help. You can send donations to Paypal.me/imziee

Thank you for taking the time to read through all of this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for helping. I appreciate it. We appreciate it. Thank you.

May God bestow upon you and your family his most brilliant blessings and may you always know peace.

In September, 2018 I registered on line with a dating app called match.com.  During that experience I “met” a man who called himself Darion Santino Oberto and had three pictures of himself posted with his personal information.  We started corresponding using the match.com app and soon had exchanged cell phone numbers.  We chatted at least twice a day and I began to share my life with him and he with me. He stated he was an Italian American living in Edmonton at this time.

He asked to meet and I accepted… many times; but our scheduled times together were always postponed  because of his work as an engineer on the pipeline rigs.  It wasn’t long before he told me he loved me and would wait for me to fall in love with him. Of course he said all the right things… how beautiful and smart I am… he even prayed for me and sang to me, which of course, touched my heart deeply. He said money was not a problem and he wanted to take care of me.

We scheduled another time to meet but instead I received a call stating he was offered an opportunity to bid on a huge project off the Port of Quebec for the Canadian Pipeline.  He assembled his crew and headed out.  His bid and demonstration were impressively successful and thus began another part of this most deceitful journey.  He gave me access to his bank account as well asked me to place the order for materials needed with an international company called Fortuna Metals.  The bank, United Fidelity in Florida and Fortuna Metals are legitimate companies.  I placed the order for him (internet was unstable on the rig) and followed this instructions to the letter to pay the over 1.5M dollars for the necessary materials to complete the job. It was only supposed to take 2-3 weeks to complete the job and he would be “home” for Christmas.  Then came the news that the IRS put a hold on any transfer of further funds while they investigated the legitimacy of the purchase.  Plus he didn’t order enough materials to complete the job on time.  Thus began the asking for temporary monetary assistance until such time as he could get to Florida and straighten things out at the bank.  $87,000.00 later (everything I had including cash advances on my credit cards), he said good-bye in early January 2019, told me it was only money, and was off to Venice to be with his very ill mother…There is so much more I could share; but I really don’t want not write a novel.

Bottom line… I am a 66 year old physically disabled woman, who has suffered with chronic pain for over 30 years… I’ve had 5 surgeries and need 2 more.  I raised 3 children on my own and am now blessed with 5 grandchildren. Only 3 people in my inner circle know what happened and what I did… the shame, humiliation and anger I live with, trying desperately to move forward and leave this all behind me.  BUT I’m reminded daily as I am unable to support myself with a heavy debt load of $25,000.00 and a negative bank balance…  I gave my savings and any investment monies away to this horrible deceitful man.  My income is only CPP & OAS for a grand total of $1526.10 a month.

I will graciously and humbly accept any donations.  Thank you so much for considering my request.

Please send any donations to:  PayPal.me/BMaeD

This past year and a bit with my partner, Matt, has brought its highest highs, lowest lows, and most importantly, it has brought us our loveable collie/lab X, Peach. Since Matt and I met in February of 2018, we’ve hit financial hurdle after hurdle, from medical leaves taken from work without pay, to break ins and both of us losing our jobs at one point or another.

Shortly after meeting Matt, I finally found the cause of the excruciating pain that could only be relieved by the strongest opioids available at the ER: I had an anal fistula. I don’t want to go into detail about how gross and excruciating an anal fistula is, other than the pain would leave me going days on end without eating or sleeping. The only solution for a fistula is surgical excision, which I had done at the beginning of April, 2018. Most people recover fairly quickly, but I ended up needing to take almost a month off of work without pay. Still, I returned to work while still not healed, resulting in several months of using prescription NSAIDs in order to manage my pain. Finally, in August, my surgeon agreed that we had exhausted every non-invasive option to encourage my incision site to heal, and the only option other than more surgery was to receive a Botox injection to stop the muscle from going into spasms. The Botox was administered the end of August, and mercifully worked, though I had to pay the $300 cost out of pocket, as the organization I was teaching for laid the teachers off over the summer and didn’t provide the staff with benefits until a month after returning to work.

September seemed to be a smooth sailing month until the last week. Mine and Matt’s birthdays fall 2 days apart, and since Matt was now working for a telecommunications company, we got each other new iPhoneX’s for our birthday. We paid less than $100 for both phones, and Matt’s employee discount on phone plans was coming to an end from his previous employer, so it was time to switch providers. To recoup the cost of the device balance on our iPhone 8’s, we decided to list the phones for sale. One evening, Matt was out showing the phones, when he was mugged and had both phones stolen. Because Matt wasn’t hurt, it took almost 3 days for EPS to dispatch a member of the police force to take an official witness/victim statement. The deductible on our tenant insurance was so high, and the value of the phones to the insurance company meant it would have cost us more to file a claim than the cost of paying off the device balance, leaving us with a $2200 phone bill. We decided to chalk up our losses, and just pay the bill.

That brings us to October, when the precious Peach joined our lives, forever changing us. But, our happiness was short lived when, 3 days after bringing Peach home, she became listless and wouldn’t stop vomiting. We rushed her to the Vet Emerge in the middle of the night, where she tested positive for, despite receiving her first round of shots,  Parvovirus, an extremely lethal and dangerous illness for dogs, with few surviving the ordeal. The vet stressed that Peach would need round the clock care, and insisted that we admit Peach for 3 days. In order to admit a dog, the clinic needed the full amount of medical stay paid, which was roughly $3-4000, depending on what treatments were needed. Being completely strapped for cash, we opted to bring Peach home with 2 bags of IV solution for hydration, pain killers, peptobismal,  and antibiotics. For a week, Matt and I slept in shifts in order to provide the rigorous medical care needed for Peach. 5 days after the vet visit, Peach started drinking on her own, and started eating small amounts of soft food the day after. It took Matt and I another week to truly believe she was completely over the illness and had become a parvo survivor.

We had a brief reprieve, until Halloween. Matt and I allowed ourselves to have a date night, and we went to see a movie. Upon returning home, we parked in the underground parkade of our apartment, and locked the doors. Unknown to both of us, was that Matt’s work laptop was sitting on the back seat covered by a jacket. At some point during the night, burglars broke into the “secure” parkade, smashed windows on, not only Matt’s car, but two other cars parked underground. Upon further inspection, Matt discovered his laptop stolen. After filing a statement with the police, Matt met with his manager, where he he was terminated for failure to take care of company property. Devastated, Matt began the job hunt, and we withdrew several thousand dollars in RRSP’s and maxed out our credit cards in order to get us through the next few months. In the meantime, I began to feel despair and panic setting in, and wound up in the ER after having a massive panic attack. I began seeing a therapist, and came to the conclusion that I was unhappy with my career, and that a change was needed.

After Christmas, I began to seriously search for jobs, and Matt and I took turns attending interviews, with both of us starting new jobs in February. During this time, we both started to worry about how we were going to afford Peach’s upcoming medical expenses, such as getting her spayed, chipped and getting her booster vaccines. It was also during this period that I realized the medications I was on for my depression and anxiety were not helping, despite significant dosage increases. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that my testosterone is low, and that a mass the size of a pea could be seen on x-ray in the area near where the pituitary gland is situated. Since my blood work was normal (despite the low testosterone), my doctors are not worried that the mass is cancerous or life threatening, but it will still need to be surgically removed in order to stop my testosterone levels from plummeting further.

As I received this news, my new supervisor overheard me mention it to a coworker and that I was feeling overwhelmed with all the changes happening in my life, and I’d had a fair number of small anxiety attacks over how close I was getting to being off probation. The next afternoon, I was approached by the director of the organization and brought to the HR office. After closing the door, I was handed a letter and told that during the probationary period, it was deemed that I was not a good fit for the organization, and I was terminated as an employee effective immediately. Stunned, I drove home in full panic mode with no idea what to tell Matt.

Upon returning home, I was greeted with my tax assessment, which showed I owed the CRA $2100 in taxes. Completely defeated, I broke down sobbing and was inconsolable for almost 2 hours. Because of how much I owed in taxes, I was ineligible for Employment Insurance, and I once again began the job hunt. Within two weeks, I secured another teaching position, but it unfortunately does not start until September. While I am still on the hunt for something to bring in cash to pay the bills, I seem to have difficulty getting interviews for seasonal jobs, or jobs that could turn into weekend jobs come fall (such as serving, stocking shelves…)

Despite all the good that has happened this past year, I feel like every time Matt and I take a step forward, we end up two steps backward. I know that if we can get through the next couple months, we will once again be fiscally secure once I return to work, but in the meantime, our credit cards are maxed out, our savings has been depleted and our dog is in need of another round of boosters and she needs to be spayed.

Bills that are outstanding are as follows:

My MasterCard: $5800

Matt’s Visa: $500

My Taxes: $2100

Outstanding Phone Balance: $1900 (in collections)

Peach’s Spay: ~$300

Peach’s Vaccines and License: ~$175

Total: $10,775

We currently have an outstanding balance of $10,775 in bills, and are desperate to pay that off without resorting to payday loans or needing to consolidate. I 1000% hate the position we’re in, but I know that with our outstanding bills eliminated, we will recover, and we will be able to rebuild our savings, so as to never wind up in this position again. With your assistance, I can give my word that once we are financially secure, we will pay it forward and help those who struggle fiscally due to elements beyond their control.

If able, my link is https://paypal.me/helppeach

and any amount received is insurmountably appreciated.

I came to New Zealand 4 months ago with my friend. We had planned out the whole next 6 months as much as we wanted to and had planned to split the cost of food, rent, gas pretty much everything we could until we could land a job.  I have a working holiday visa which means I’m allowed to be here as a tourist and I can work if I want to as long as it’s not a permanent position.

Everything was good until she decided a month into it that she was done and wanted to go back home. We talked it out and I made the decision to stick it out and stay because I wasn’t done yet. I left my job to come here and do this. I was able to get a very casual temp position where I basically have to ‘bid’ to get shifts. My saving were starting to run low but for some reason I just thought everything would pick up and be okay. Then I started to fall behind on all my bills. Both my credit cards were maxed ($2000 & $500) and my credit was declining along with every payment I missed. Oh and yes I have a student loan worth $20,000

This is when I knew I had to just bite it and go home. But the problem was, I was so far behind on rent and other bills that there was no way I was going to be able to afford a ticket. I tried to convince people to hire me, but who wants to hire someone who’s not even going to commit to 3 months? I borrowed $1000 from my sister, double that from my mom and another couple hundred from my dad. I was so embarrassed that I begged them all to not tell anyone I asked for it, and I was going to fix this ‘don’t worry about me over here I’m fine’.

Then I started calling credit companies. No one was giving me another credit card with 2 maxed out. I tried every loan company there is and pretty much put my credit to the worst it can be with all the credit check dings my file has gone through. Each time I was hoping it’d be worth it because this bank would loan me something. Anything to just catch up. Even payday loans wouldn’t help me because of the nature of my job the pays aren’t always steady. I’m in NZ so Canadian banks know I don’t have a steady income. NZ banks won’t lend to me because I’m not a permanent resident & again with the unsteady paycheques.

My parents have 2 bankruptcies to their name so they aren’t the kind that have savings at hand to help me more than they already have, and that also puts them out for being my guarantor for those types of loans. None of my friends are that good with money, and the ones that are aren’t comfortable lending money to friends.

So that leaves me here in NZ just evicted from my apartment due to non-payments (my property manager was even generous and gave me an extra 2 weeks to try and figure something out). I came to the airport hoping to convince someone here to give me a plane ticket for free to get home, but no luck. I’ve been awake living at the airport for 2 days lugging around my suitcase looking up every possible way to make money. I am seriously out of options and am basically homeless across the world from any familial support system.

I’m asking for $10,000CAD (approx. $7,500USD) to get home, catch up on my default bill payments, and have something to eat along the way. The total cost of my plane ticket home would be $1900CAD. To catch up on my credit cards and loan payments is $4000. First and last for an apartment back home is $1600. The remaining $2500 is so I can make regular payments for the next couple of months before while I’m waiting for a cheque from a full time job. I’m not even sure how long I can get away with being in this airport as they’ve already noticed me being here 2 nights in a row. All I want is to get home and start rebuilding my life to not make these same mistakes again.  Anything would help so please donate to my Paypal account.

Paypal link: paypal.me/jclarab

Thank you.

:)

I am seeking help to recover from my financial stress.

My family grew up very poor, however, I worked hard to ensure I had a good education  in order to help the family. Throughout that journey, there was lots of despair, stress and the feeling of giving up. However, the fuel that kept me was the dream of making my mom happy.

She became ill when I was only 10 and life made another turn for me and my siblings. But we remained positive and I always had great conviction that I would become successful.

As I became an adult, life became a bit easier and I was able to help the family. My siblings also did well enough for themselves and we were on the path to success.

The family then split up – mom and brother moved to USA, I moved to Canada and other sibling remained in Jamaica. Throughout all this, we all had no paternal support.

While in Canada with no family, I was able to beat the odds and get a good enough job. I proved myself and got promoted quickly through the ranks. And it looked like my dream was closer to reality.

Throughout all this, I’ve contributed significant financially to family, friends and others in need, as I knew what I experienced and can sympathize with anyone in that situation

Last year things took a turn. I assisted someone in need. It turned out that he was not sincere and it led me on a slippery slide which kept getting worse until my current situation where I have huge loans, damaged my credit, unable to help my family who is depending on me, and have my salary vanish the minute I get paid.

This situation has caused me tremendous pain, embarrassment, and debt. But most significantly – depression. As I have not revealed my situation to anyone – can’t. It kills me inside and I have nowhere to turn at the moment.

Despite the many dark thoughts that creep into me each day, theres still some strength and hope that  there is a light somewhere and that why I haven’t given up quite yet. I’m hoping to get back on my feet, when I would be a wiser person and be careful next time.

I’ve learned that success and failure are much closer together than we might think, and it doesn’t take much to fall from the sky to the ground.

I hope there is someone out there who can help. I am usually very private and do not even have the courage to beg for help.  But Im giving it a try here.

The picture attached  is one of 3 such accounts

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