thank you for even taking the time to listen to my story. it all started with the pandemic. we all know how difficult that period was for us as people. no job, no freedom, no money. Fortunately I did have a job after that period. I worked my ass off to earn my place in that company, without selling my soul. At that time, people were hungry for a contract, so they did all kinds of things to get it, like lying on someone’s name, being in competition with someone, or the women would hit on the team leaders or team leaders would manipulate women into having sex with them for a contract. I had my own respect by working hard and earning it honestly. I was good with everyone. I always helped when I was done with my own tasks so I got respect for that, but I had my own group that I sat at the table with when I had a break. that group consisted of 3 women and 3 men. The month I was supposed to get my contract I had to go into the office for conformation. I heard that after a year of waiting I would finally get my contract. What was strange is that one of the women I sit at the table with during a break was also in the office because of administration and stock management. she had only been there for 5 months she was quite new, compared to me I had already been there for a year. but when she heard that I would finally get my contract, she wasn’t happy. she started arguing with the team leader about why do I get a contract but she doesn’t get one. the team leader sent me away and started talking to her in his office. After 15 minutes I see them leaving together towards the other area of ​​the company. the next day i tried to talk to her to see if she was okay. she ignored me and didn’t come by either or set at the table.She even started to avoid the others. coming to find out she was eating and smoking with the team leaders outside. everyone notices a change in her. the following week it was free Monday, free Wednesday, which is something you get off every week to relax, because the work was quite physically demanding. this was my problem. I was getting up at 3 o’clock in the morning and outside at 4 o’clock. the distance from my house to work takes 2 hours and my work begins at 6 o’clock. a 15 minute walk to the bus stop, a 5 minute wait for the bus, a 1 hour journey by bus, a 20 minute walk after the bus ride because it is an industrial area and the buses do not drive there. so it took 2 hours to get to work, and I was late 2 times already. for being late you get 3 chances and I still had 1 chance from the manager. then I decided to buy an electric scooter to make up for the 20 minutes to the industry to get to work. when I heard that I would get my contract, I took out a car on credit so I would never be late again. here’s where you’ll understand. the person who makes the list is the team leader and the woman who was angry hangs up the list. They always put the list of days off after the shift, so that everyone can see it. the day off I had was on a Monday. Now the day I was off, I received a call from my interim supervisor that I had been fired. I’m fired? Why am I fired? what have I done? yes, I didn’t come to work, says the team leader. when? I said then. today he said. I’m free today, why does he say that? He made that list after all. ooh says the supervisor. then she looked at the list because the interim always get a list when people are free and it is clear that I was free that day. the attendant called the manager to explain it was a mistake and he didn’t want to hear it. so I decided to go to work to find out what went wrong. supervisor thought it was a good idea, so I went. the same day I called that woman who was angry because we were close. the reason why I called her is because she is close to the team leader and she could probably tell more. she didn’t answer and the team leader didn’t answer either. the next day I went to work went into the office, who is there? that woman the team leader and another team leader. Both of them were shocked when they saw me. then I asked the team leader what went wrong. he said yes the manager didn’t see me decided to fire me. I said how can he fire me when it was clear that I was free, a list you made. no, you were not free, he said. then that woman started answering who made the list. I went to the manager, he clearly said that the team leader came to complain to him that he cannot work with me and that I did not come to work. I left it like that and went outside. Outside there were people I know leaving from work and shouting and telling a shocking story. that he saw the team leader and woman go into the toilet together a week ago. the same day when I saw them walking to the other area of ​​the company 15 minutes later. I didn’t believe it at first, but then he showed me pictures of them literally going in and out of the toilet. then I knew that the two of them were targeting me. so now I am without work, a car that I took out on an installment plan, fixed costs, fines that are piling up because I do not pay on time due to unemployment. all i want is to pay my car debt of 15000$, even if it is half to make up for lost time for payment it is also good. I put my paypal at the bottom. if you need more info send me and I will give info thank you very much.

https://www.paypal.me/TMOTS28?locale.x=nl_BE

Hello everyone,

My name is Elea, I’m 37 years old, and I am of Angolan descent. However, I’ve never had the opportunity to visit my homeland. Due to financial constraints, I have never been able to set foot in the country that is such an important part of my identity.

Today, I have a family: my husband and our 3-year-old son. Now more than ever, it’s important for me to show them the beautiful country of Angola, to introduce them to where I come from, to pass on this cultural heritage, and also to explore and understand for myself the part of my history I’ve never been able to experience firsthand.

Angola represents much more to me than just a destination. It’s a journey to my roots, a deep desire to reconnect with my origins, and to share this unique moment with my loved ones. My dream is to discover the landscapes, the culture, the traditions, and to familiarize myself with the realities of a country that is part of me, but which I don’t yet know.

I’m reaching out for your help to make this dream a reality. Every contribution, no matter how small, will bring me closer to realizing this heartfelt project. The funds raised will help cover the costs of the trip, including plane tickets, for me, my husband, and our son.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for any support you can provide. Your donations will not only help make a dream come true, but also forge a connection between generations—between my son and his roots, and between myself and the country I so deeply wish to discover.

Thank you so much for your help and support!

With gratitude,

Elea

https://paypal.me/DiscoverAngola?country.x=FR&locale.x=fr_FR

Chers amis,

Je vous écris aujourd’hui pour vous partager une épreuve personnelle et solliciter votre aide. En décembre dernier, j’ai été hospitalisé suite à un problème cardiaque soudain. Depuis cet événement bouleversant, ma vie a changé de manière radicale. Bien que je me batte chaque jour pour retrouver une certaine stabilité, mes problèmes cardiaques m’empêchent désormais de travailler comme je le faisais auparavant.

Récemment, un autre imprévu est venu aggraver la situation : mon chauffage est tombé en panne, et avec l’hiver qui approche à grands pas, cela devient une urgence. Je dois trouver une solution pour réparer ou remplacer le système de chauffage avant que les températures ne baissent davantage.

Aillent déjà des dettes que je ne peux plus augmenter sans risquer une faillite personnelle. Cette situation est difficile à vivre, et même si je n’aime pas demander de l’aide, je réalise aujourd’hui que cela est devenu une nécessité incontournable.

J’ai besoin de votre soutien pour m’aider à traverser cette période difficile, réparer mon chauffage, et subvenir à mes besoins essentiels sans augmenter mes dettes peut être la diminuer. Chaque contribution, même la plus modeste, fera une grande différence dans ma situation.

Comment m’aider?

Si vous souhaitez m’aider, vous pouvez faire un don voici mon
iban :  CH47 8080 8009 0936 6622 6

code BIC/Swift: RAIFCH22XXX

Je vous remercie du fond du cœur pour votre générosité, votre bienveillance et pour le soutien que vous pourrez m’apporter dans cette période délicate.

Merci infiniment.

 

Dear friends,

I am writing to you today to share a personal challenge and to ask for your help. Last December, I was hospitalized due to a sudden cardiac issue. Since that life-altering event, my life has drastically changed. While I fight every day to regain some stability, my heart condition now prevents me from working as I used to.

Recently, another unforeseen event has worsened the situation: my heating system broke down, and with winter fast approaching, this has become an urgent issue. I must find a solution to repair or replace the heating system before temperatures drop further.

I am already dealing with debts that I cannot increase without risking personal bankruptcy. This situation is difficult to bear, and even though I do not like asking for help, I realize today that it has become an unavoidable necessity.

I need your support to help me through this challenging period, to fix my heating system, and to meet my essential needs without increasing my debt – perhaps even to reduce it. Any contribution, however small, will make a significant difference in my situation.

How to help me?

If you wish to assist, you can make a donation to my account:

IBAN: CH47 8080 8009 0936 6622 6

BIC/Swift Code: RAIFCH22XXX

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity, kindness, and the support you can offer during this difficult time.

Thank you so much.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Gwladys. As I write, I’m mother of four children and my book, “Happiness, my best Friend” is about to be published by www.austinmacauley.com.

You’re thinking: “So everything’s going well for her. why does she need some financial help?” Indeed, what I need is an act of kindness. To understand why, let’s go back eight (8) years ago.

Eight (8) years ago, I left my country to join my future husband in France. I was so self-confident then. No challenge frightened me. In fact, I have a bachelor degree in human resources and an associate degree in accounting. I speak English and French fluently, and I’ve always believed that difficulties are lessons that lead to higher levels of awareness, knowledge and openness. And my big faults were: pride, stubbornness and perfectionism. My father always said it would be nice if I knew how to ask for help. Eight years of material hardship taught me humility.

Once in France, I studied music therapy and took care of handicapped children. However, we lived in a small village, for peace, calm and love of nature. I had to work odd hours and couldn’t take the bus. So I gave up looking after disabled children because I didn’t have a car. I used to borrow my husband’s car, but he found a job with better paid than mine.

I wanted to try jobs that fitted in with my qualifications. In France, I was told that my diplomas were worthless. I was offered the chance to take tests to train as a receptionist for doctors’ surgeries. Although I passed all tests, the training was offered to a Frenchwoman. I wanted to start at the very bottom of the civil service by taking competitive exams, but I couldn’t because I didn’t have French nationality.

I must admit I was disgusted. Then we had our three children and, as we were always short of money, I devoted myself to looking after them at home. Despite having studied seven years beyond high school, my husband found himself doing nothing but odd jobs. He was French, but had studied in Italy. So no, he was considered like me: without diplomas. So he focused on hard jobs so that we wouldn’t lack anything.

We had enough to eat, clothe the children and send them to school. We didn’t have any extras: no extra money for vacations, new car, or the kids’ activities. But we were happy. We like simple things: walking in the woods.

Socially, we were rejected. In our little village, material poverty was a contagious disease. And inevitably, the arguments began. He was tired of the hard jobs and the constant problems we had. I was ready to leave. But then something happened.

I love reading. I read a lot about neuroscience and lots of books on personal development. I’d forgotten to mention. Just before the birth of my eldest, I had caught a very rare virus (SHAG) and ended up with a general anesthetic and a cesarean section. For two years, I couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t say words, cook without recipes or drive a car. I had panic attacks. But I was absolutely convinced that everything would be all right. After all, I’d always been brilliant at school. So I spent some time trying to understand how the human brain works.

And with help of music therapy, I tried a lot of sound wave therapies. Then something clicked. I wanted to write, and nine months later, the book “Happiness, my best friend” was born. It was the greatest gift I’d ever been given. I got all answers to my unhapiness. Better still, I spent the most beautiful nine months of my life: joy, contentment, euphoria, wonder. Better still, I told myself that there might be people like me who had reached the end of the tunnel and that this book could help them. The publishing house was incredibly happy to have found me. And I got a good contract. But ?????

Yes, very quickly I understood that it was a house of great renown, which liked to do things right: 6 months for production, a year for publicity before doing the accounts and paying the author. Plus I signed a participatory contract where I had to pay £5500. Any normal person would jump up and down, but not me. I’d just spent two (2) years self-publishing and I spent 130€ every month on the web master, the advertising agency and the pro bank. I also paid a lot for Facebook ads, website creation, Pinterest ads, etc…. I did pretty well. However, I closed the website, my micro-business and I owe 3250€ to the translator and 650€ to a friend. In fact, my French book was translated into English and Italian and put on the website. My husband was very unhappy because he felt we couldn’t afford all those expenses.

Then I took out a personal loan of €8,500, thanks to my publishing contract, to help with household expenses. I had small contracts for translation and AI enhancement with Tellus, Neevo and Oneforma. Soon, with the new baby, I couldn’t do it anymore. Maybe I’d given too much. I couldn’t pay my debts.

There was a time when I wished someone would solve all my problems for me. I’ve discovered that these problems have led to the creation of such a magnificent book, and I’m about to write a second one: “the storms of marriage”. What I’d like today is to be able to pay off my debts of $21,017 (£5500 + €8500 + €3250 + €600) and have a surplus of $15,000 (for the next few months), just long enough to reorganize. I see this boost like water found in the desert after a too long walk.

Of course, I would love to change our old car, or do some work on our house, or go on vacation with the kids. However, if I can pay off my debts and benefit from a surplus, I’d be delighted.

Whoever you are, I realize that you owe me nothing. So I’d like to say thank you whatever your decision and especially thank you for taking some time to read my story.

Here’s my paypal link: https://paypal.me/Behappy552?country.x=FR&locale.x=fr_FR

Thank you again.

Hello!

I am begging you to help me stand back on my feet.

I am a single woman who got scammed by a man I met on Tinder. We talked for 2 weeks and he was very charming and attentive, always thinking about my wellbeing and acting like he cares about my safety.

He talked a lot about having a good, stable job and being ready for marriage. He also mentioned that his previous girlfriend cheated on him and left him for his best friend, stealing all his money at the same time. He presented himself as a victim, who got later on helped by some people who were teaching him how to make money on cryptocurrencies.

He said he can also teach me. We told me how to set up an account with my own ID and use it for some transactions. I made a little profit. But his behavior started being aggressive and I wanted to withdraw the money from the platform he told me to use.

Then he pulled the big move and, , acted like he borrowed my 20000 on the platform and then multiplied it many times but to withdraw it, I had to pay “tax” to the US government. Long story short, if you don’t know how these platforms work, it’s very scary. People don’t have the knowledge and get scammed. I didn’t pay the tax, I asked around and learnt there is no such thing. That cryptocurrency website was a well organized scam and this man was working with them. A man I met on Tinder. I escaped him thinking that I only lost 900 dollars.

But that’s when the real nightmare starts. I wanted to learn how the real cryptocurrencies work and make my money back. I wanted not to be just a woman, a victim, who allowed such humiliating treatment and abuse.

I have already been unemployed for 2 years previously, single, broke and now also angry and humiliated. All my guilt and shame I experience during my entire life just exploded in me.

I took an online loan for 1500 dollars and found another website for cryptocurrency trading, this time a legit one, to start making trading. I have also found a teacher, a real finance man who was gonna tell me how to do it. He also borrowed me 3500 dollars to make up for I lost to the scammers.

We made the transaction successfully and after I tried to withdraw the money, I got a message from the website that my account is being frozen on the suspicion of being involved in the money laundering.

The people who I though were just normal thieves and scammers, the guy from Tinder, was way worse. He was a money launder who used my account. Now a legal financial website for cryptocurrency trading thought I was one of them. Somehow they can see that my account was involved with that fraudulent website. In the cryptocurrency the only law is money. They asked me to participate in an investigation. They asked me to fulfill multiple steps. It already consumed thousands of money that my loved ones have borrowed me. They dropped the money laundering accusations a pretty quickly but since I was a new user and my credit score was low, I couldn’t withdraw the money. And they website owners kept saying my account is suspicious behavior and now they want me to go back to proving that my account is not at risk of being stolen and the only way to prove my identity is with money. I am already having a nervous breakdown and I think I am going crazy. Now they are asking 6628 dollars. No bank will borrow me money, as I have been unemployed for 2 years. I can’t ask family or friends anymore because they worry about me, they knew I lost the ground under my feet long time ago. Nobody really understands what it all means.

I am begging you for any contribution and when I collect this money to pay the fee to the crypto trading platform, I still have a shot of getting my money back. Otherwise I am completely bankrupt and humiliated. For being a woman, for trusting men, then for trying to prove my identity, for clearing myself from the accusation of a money laundering. For being naive and having dreams like anyone else. Especially for having a dream of a partner who will support you.

Please help, maybe together we can collect that money and I can get my sanity back.

I have anxiety so strong that I can’t function anymore. 

paypal.me/auroramiel