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Desperate, life going out of control

Hi there.

My name is Alex and I’m a 27-year old artist (illustrator) from Costa Rica. I am currently in a very difficult situation, not only monetary-wise but in general. I have been struggling with anxiety my whole life, ever since I was a child, along with OCD (for which I take 50mg of sertraline everyday and it has greatly improved my wellbeing).

I can’t lie and say my life has been hell. No, my life has been good for the majority of the time. However, lately I can’t help but feel that I have wasted my chance to improve myself and become the person I always dreamed of being.

  • Here is a little background information on me:

I have always been extremely inclined towards the arts, being truly gifted in the fine arts, especially drawing and painting. So when I became of age, after a year and a half of studying a more “common” career (Spanish Philology with emphasys in teaching, which would have secured me a job as a professor in the future), I made the foolish mistake of “following my true dreams” and abandoning this career to become an artist… in a third world country. I was so young and naive that I now see how terribly at fault I was. This is one of my deepest regrets in life so far.

Don’t get me wrong, I do not feel remorse for studying what I did. Not at all. I am very proud of what I have accomplished artistically (my name has even been in the credits of a TV series created here! And there are quite a few children’s books out there with my illustrations in them! ), but I can’t help but wonder how much better off I would have been if I had studied something more monetarily stable.

The thing is, I come from a middle-low class family; both my parents only graduated high school. They didn’t have the means to pay for my education as an artist. Thankfully, an uncle and cousin of mine stepped in and gave me the gift of selflessly paying for all my study expenses. Thus, I graduated as an illustrator in 2020.

The past two years, which were accompanied by the well-known pandemic, have been a bit difficult, as I have been bouncing in and out of jobs, both for being a freelance artist and for employee shortages due to the impact of the virus (when I started working in non-art-related fields with monthly payment, after realizing living only off of the arts in this country was almost impossible), such as Customer Service Representative in call centers, as a dependant in stores, or as a Virtual Assistant (VA) for US clients among other businesses’ ‘

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Right now, I have been unable to find a stable job for a little more than 6 months, after my last gig as a VA was finalized. I am precariously dealing with my expenses with the money I make out of my illustrations, which isn’t all that much. I receive a few hundred dollars every two months for some illustrated small books I have been working on. I know it isn’t fair payment, but it is better than nothing. And I also sell some other artwork here and there that adds to my account, but the income is minimum right now.

I have been sending non-stop applications to many kinds of jobs all this time, but I have not received a good response so far, probably due to my lack of experience in most fields besides the arts. But I’m trying, guys. I really am. My life might not have turned out the way I planned, but I’m not giving up just yet.

However, the savings I had from my last job have all been spent, and right now I own only a little more than a dollar in my back account, which is why I come to you with this help request.

My expenses currently are like this:

Montly:

$25 for Sertraline
$40 food
$30 for internet and television
$12 gym
$15 for house supplies.
$35 for psychology appointments.

Every 3 months,

$70 Nebido (Nebido, I have a primary testosterone deficiency that I must treat.)
$30 dog food (a 25kg bag for two dogs)

Not time-bounded expenses (not necessary right away):

$34 for dog vaccines (they are due in September)
$72 for an endocrinology appointment (to control that deficiency).
$100 for bloodwork for said appointee.

I also need $160 to repay the people that have lent me money these past months.

Any help would be greatly appreciated by me. Really. I won’t stop looking for a stable job, I promise!

https://paypal.me/alexshhu

 

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My grandma is suffering from dementia.

I am Venezuelan, still living in Venezuela. But my parents are Colombian inmigrants that came into the country in the early 90’s looking for better opportunities and quality of life.

As such, most of my relatives still live in Colombia, that includes my grandmas on my mom and dad’s side. In the last few years Venezuela’s economic situation has deteriorated rapidly and salaries are meager, to say it in civilized manner. Some employers will offer as little as $12/month. I mention the economic situation in my country because it has made it almost impossible to save money for anything other than basic needs and survival.

My grandma on my dad’s side of the family has been suffering from dementia for a few years now and, as you all would know, dementia is a degenerative disease that affects a adults memories and she is slowly but surely forgetting many of the things that have made her life so rich. As of now, she remembers her children’s names at times and her grandchildren’s faces, again at times, but not our names.

I would like to travel to Colombia to see her before her disease is too advanced for her to recognize me at all. It would be a travel by land, so it would be considerably longer than by plane but, also, much more cheaper. I have no need for luxury, just need to help to cover my travel expenses and go see my grandma. This trip would mean the world to me, and as I explained, is not just to go sight see. The only objective of this travel is not get see my grandma before she forgets who I am. I know that she will still have moments of clarity through the years, but the truth is I haven’t been to see her in years because of my very limited economic resources. Then the pandemic hit and that made it literally impossible to travel between Colombia and Venezuela as the borders were closed for over a year and half, with smugglers charging ridiculous amounts of money to move people from one country to the other. Now she is 79 years old and I just want to see her before it is too late.

I love my grandma, and if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be doing this. For transparency sake, my grandma on my mom’s side lives in the same town I would get to see both of them. I won’t lie to you guys, some of the money I would, also, use for a few medical check ups I have been postponing for a while, again, because of lack of money to cover for them and the state of Venezuela’s public hospitals. Other than that, all the money would be destined to pay for my traveling expenses, so I can get to see my grandma once again.

Any and all help will be greatly appreciated and I will be forever grateful to anyone who decides to help me make this happen.

Paypal.me link: https://paypal.me/maryefonsecaa54?country.x=VE&locale.x=es_XC

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Please, Help Me Start My Own Business

Hello, good-hearted people. Thank you for taking the time to read the stories and try to alleviate the burdens of those who are less fortunate. God bless you immensely for that!

I am here, appealing to your kindness and generosity, because I feel powerless, and almost defeated. I have worked really hard since I was a young girl, always with the goal in my mind to become my own boss, to run my own business. I´m still working on that, but several life events and wrong decisions have prevented me from getting ahead. Debts are also holding me back.

A single mom of one, I never thought it was going to be that complicated to succeed… and it was not for a few years. But as times changed, things started to become harder and harder. A couple of months before the pandemic, I had finally found a wonderful job and I was really happy. It would cover for all our expenses and I still could help my parents and some of my elderly relatives. But the joy just lasted for about seven months…with the quarantine, the business I worked for, broke and I was unemployed for about eight months, so bills and debt started to pile up. Things got really dark, not only for the lack of money, but also because o the amount of beloved relatives we lost during those dreadful years: twelve in total, just one due to covid; the others, for different pre-existent health conditions.

We knew we have to cope with all the challenges and changes arising after pandemic, but it has been really, really hard to get out of this turmoil: my mom has been diagnosed as a palliative care patient, and I still need to help five of my ailing elderly relatives (a couple, a widowed aunt, and a widowed uncle). They all need permanent care and company, and especially, love, patience and affection. It is crucial to let them know that they are loved, that they are not a burden for someone else. Under these circumstances, I cannot work FT, but still need the money. None of them –sad to say- has children who can look after them. That is why I need to do something asap to provide them roof, food, and medical care.

I need money to either start my own business, or pay off my debts, so I can have some relief, and can take care of my family in our times of trial and hardship. Running my own business will allow me to set my own schedule and avoid the stress of being under other people´s directions, and –sometimes- whims. Besides, I have always made lots of money for other people, so now it is time to make it for myself. I´m very creative and have lots of ideas for my own business, so PLEASE, give me the opportunity to show all my talent and serve my community. I also want to help other people later on.

I´m planning to start with something that does not require a huge amount of money, but can make earn much more and faster. For that, I will need US$14,400. With this business, I will be able to pay off all my debts, which add up to almost US$36,000.

Please, consider helping me out. I am begging for an opportunity to get on my feet again and start over. Thanks a ton for your attention and generosity. God bless!

https://paypal.me/akcruise?country.x=CO&locale.x=es_XC

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Help us make a better life

Good morning,

It’s 5:20am right now and this has been another sleepless night for me and my girlfriend of over 11 yrs. She is 31 yrs old and she loves and adore children to the point where she became a kindergarten teacher. We have always wanted kids and we were so happy and excited when we found out that she was pregnant despite our living conditions we were excited regardless. About a month after we found out that she was pregnant we did an ultrasound and realized that she had an ectopic pregnancy, resulting in the pregnancy being terminated and she also lost one of her fallopian tubes. We didn’t lose hope even though she went into a state of depression for a few months but I encountered her not to give up hope. A few years later she got pregnant again and we did an ultrasound and it was the same result another ectopic pregnancy which broke both of our hearts because this was our last chance of her natural having a child. So now our only option is IVF which it is really expensive and her biological clock is running out. I’m writing this with tears in my eyes begging for help to build a house and to pay for the IVF. We estimated that this would cost roughly $25,000us. I know that this is alot to ask for but if you can find some way to give us this last chance, the last hail Mary. We both are hard working individuals but we don’t make enough money to be able to save for the IVF and also to provide a proper roof over our head. With $25,000 we would be able to do both. What is live without having a child is what she always say. I know she is not suicidal but with talk like that it makes me wonder if she is giving up on life because the one thing that she has always dreamed about cannot come true, the one thing that can make our life complete seem so far away. What’s a life without a child is a question she always ask and I can see the hurt on her face when people that she knows talk about there experience of being pregnant and giving birth, raising a child and to just have that bundle of joy in your life. She has no idea that I’m reaching out to an organization for help and if granted this request or even the smallest amount that we can use to reach our goal even quicker it would be an amazing suprise for both of us and it would not be forgotten and when the time comes and there is an opportunity to pay it forward trust and believe that we will and you can hold me to that. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul for just taking the time to read my request. Thank you.

paypalme/DLaing956

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help me move out of my abusive household

Help me move away from my abusive household

I’m a 25 y/o queer and “high-functioning autistic” individual, and it is my objective to be living by my own. To do that 100% safely I need 6000$ to start over and pay my debts until end of year and to move from my parents’ house, but still, I’m gonna jump onto the void with nothing but theorical hope and as little money as I have

¿But why? You may ask… ¿haven’t you moved away from your parents’ house?

Because it’s never that easy to produce for yourself when you have to always return to a place that plagues your mind with fear as you must prioritize survival over any responsibility. For that reason, I have troubles finding or sustaining any long-term job positions, relationships, friendships, education, well, any long term anything really

¿How is exactly your household abusive?

By forcing me to be somebody I don’t have the capacity to be, when I inevitably fail to meet the expectations my parents imposed on me, they provide more ways to insist on the same expectations, when I fail multiple times and inevitably break I´m sent through multiple therapies to fix me up, and then, thrown again onto the fray to get their impossible expectations fulfilled, failing again, and starting a new cycle all over again.

All of this ends up generating this tourniquet loop that squeezes the life out of me like if I was an old toothpaste tube, with each twist, my life becomes a little more degenerated,

I feel that in order to succeed I must keep things in secret from them so that they don’t trample in to my life looking for a way to forcefully embed themselves on it, usually crushing whatever I was working on.

My biggest wins at the moment are getting to keep my room private, dropping out of college, create a sort of stalemate time on which I’m floating in a “doing nothing with my life state” right now, having control over the little money I get to make occasionally, have a handful of friends scattered around my country and around the globe and having already met the person who I believe is meant to be my lifelong romantic partner.

For more details, read the following section, you can skip it if you want to

FAMILY SECTION (it’s a long appendix to this last question, there is a lot of detail, but this is not the central point)

My dad: For as long as I can remember I was always yelled by my dad because I couldn’t meet his expectations, not in school, not as his baby boy and barely as a person, I was constantly yelled and occasionally fiscally beaten by him until my early teens when I started to be able to defend myself, eventually he sort of gave up on trying to mold me to his created image of what I should be.

right now, on this moment of his life he is begging for emotional validation from me and my sister to keep his sanity, as all that violence has evolved in self-hatred. Responding his pity text It feels like a forced blood transfusion unwillingly taken from me and hanging out with him (it happens occasionally) it’s even worse, as I have to deflect the curve balls of lowkey personal attacks, digest the anxiety he feels for me and my failures and ignore the best as I can his out of place suggestions on how I should fix my life to be just like him, a miserable man always complaining about how the world is so unjust and cruel to him because of *insert whatever bullshit excuse here*.

Fear is what I feel when I’m around him or when he texts me or calls me, and he is always doing it, always with the idea of coming as a sort of wise advisor that will convince me of taking my life in the right direction and sort of fix me into becoming a loving child that is forever grateful for his advice. I have grown sour to him by obvious reasons and I want as much distance with him as possible, at least until he let me live my life my way

My mom: she is more of the protective and deny when in error type of person. Introverted, academic type, “scholarship and titles guarantee safe jobs” mentality. Forced me onto college, not much of an issue, but she does not let me get out, or miss a day (on this part of the world moving out for college is somewhat a rare occurrence). she is also the economic drive force behind the house, as she has a stable job unlike my dad, and she has an iron grip over all her decisions, if she doesn’t perceive the pain it causes or she doesn’t see it relevant, then she ignores it and continue with her original idea.

she is the one that runs the house. This gives her immense power of decision over what can enter or not on my life because I depend on her economy to have a house and don’t starve. She enforces her lifestyle on both her children as unregistered assets of what she perceives as her home. Always found ways, sometimes very forceful ways, to be involved, in some way or another, on all of her children projects, all of them, and she always has the last words over what can be done on the house

Until I dropped out of college, she forced me to always be doing something that she deemed appropriate for my economic future, all attempts on me have failed so far; for her to decide that it was a failure I must be unable to follow through because of either a mental breakdown or an exhaustion crisis.

She also decides what therapies I should go when I break “trying to hit the mark”; a wide range of treatments, from homeopathy to conventional doctors, just once on psychiatric treatment needed when I had a depression crisis on college, when this happened, she finally decided that my decision to not be in college has some value and must be tried

confronting her is somewhat pointless as she denies any argument that could challenge the ways she feels comfortable doing stuff, and when either my sister and I go crazy she deflects all responsibility of both her child mental health problems to my father

Ultimately she has the final saying on any decisions I make over myself, a full grown adult that has little to no agency over his life as long as I’m tied to her house or economy, I’m always doing pointless stuff that take me nowhere and eventually harm me, always trying to survive by living some sort of parallels lives, where I try to put as much effort on surviving, trying to pull my life together and keeping a fake image of myself so that she doesn’t force me onto some other stupid pointless quest that will break me on ways I don’t want to imagine.

She has built this fortress for herself to keep the outside world as irrelevant on her as humanly possible, she has built it around all that she considered valuable, she has built it around me.  More than trapped on a house with her I’m trapped inside her world view.

 

My sister: she is alright, I’m sorry whatever harm has gone her way because of my constantly degenerating psyche, probably we could have had a better relationship. I’m glad you are building a career on the things you like and have a job on the same area, I’m sure you are gonna make it outside of the house someday. Hope to talk to you when we are both more free

END OF FAMILY SECTION

The last lasting consequences are that I am heavily isolated outside from my family, inability to sustain any long-term project as I must keep up with time consuming bullshit and care for my own survival at the same time and a multiple array of minor psychological problems I don’t yet grasp at the full scope of its severity and variety

I’m grateful still, all this situation has only made completely reversable (I hope) psychological and economical damage and nothing else.

I still have affection for them, I understand that they are doing what they think is the right thing based on their own issues and on what has worked for them, no hard feelings, but if I do nothing I will die on the inside, and promptly thereafter on the outside.

¿Why don’t you stay? You know, ¿why don’t just suck it up and have a guaranteed level of security?

I can tell you where exactly where my life is gonna look when I am 30, just imagine a useless skinny person without any life skills, with no social circle outside family, no money, no career, no children, no happiness, leaving nothing to the world when dead, reduced to be a puppet of his failed parents’ ambitions.

Even with free housing and food it’s not worth it to live here, at this point on my life I rather be a homeless bum on the street, fuck it, I rather have a painful and slow death as homeless crazy person than continue on this degrading path that makes all the bad decisions for me

¿But haven’t you been taken care of?

Yes and no. Yes, I have had a roof over my head, a warm bed, free food, healthcare and schooling, but at the expenses of being chronically lonely, anxious and depressed for most of my life, and they just don’t get it, they have never got it, and they will never look me as more than this fragile infant to be guided on every step.

I have developed personas for my family to pretend that I have my life somewhat in order, but in reality, I barely finish high school, couldn’t finish college, can’t sustain long term social relationships because I’m always exhausted and full of this really miserable existence that takes a mental toll on me daily and I have been battling with depression and suicidal thoughts since 16 y/o, peaking at college when I left it

At this point it feels like I’m just waiting for them to die in order to have agency over my life, but it is really not so much of a life plan, at least not for me, I hope not to anybody

I would rather die than living this mediocre life they are unconsciously paving for me.

¿Will you crash regardless? Out there in the world with nothing more than a school grade and almost no monetizable talents?

It’s possible, but I believe it’s highly unlikely, when I’m away from my home, as if by art of magick, my life improves drastically, I feel full of life capable of doing stuff, taking

opportunities, helping others, finding friends, love… when I get to be on my own disconnected of my home, I’m happy regardless of what comes my way.

¿How can you be so sure about that? I remember every single time my parents lost control over me for some amount of time.

Every. Single. Time.

first time when I was 14 they put me on a month long camp, over there I discover I could love life, and also met my SO still in contact and more than excellent terms to this day 10 years later, and once more to the same camp when I was 15, still the same effect; when I escaped of my home to go to a 4 day camping trip with my friends of said summer camp, and then once more on the senior student trip of my school when I was 18, on two occasions where I got job opportunities in form of contracts once a month long contract on an animal shelter when I was 21 and once more a week on an hotel a couple months ago, also, when my mother got covid when I was 23 and she has to lock herself up on her bedroom and my sister and I had to take care of them.

Suffice to say I did not miss my family on any of those occasions and that also that I felt more alive on those rare moments than in every other moment of my life.

What are your plans?

I want to start over, or start at the very least, away from home

I know exactly where I will go, as I have a friend that will help me get a cheap deal at an apartment rent on the other side of the country. From there I will look for an entry level job or anything that will help me survive. Depending on my income at the time, I will be looking for therapy, start a business or a safe income investment, get education, and from there just looking forward to enjoy my life as much as I can with the people I love

that’s all I need, a shot at life, that’s all that I’m asking, otherwise, ¿why be alive on the first place?

All I ask from this life is to be with my friends and my SO, nothing else really matter to me as nothing will make me happier than that

Please I beg you, don’t let me become the 30 y/o that lives on the expenses of their parents, I will not take that as a possibility, it will be too much to me to handle, be assured that that will not happen regardless but still, I would like a shot at actually living life

I just need a chance, I will give me a chance when I jump to the void this week, with nothing more than a bus ticket to a self-promised wonderland, your economic support will greatly increase my odds of survival

 

If you could let you something, in case I don’t make it, if somebody can take anything from this experience, if you are having a similar experience as mine (even though I whole heartedly expect you are not) I can leave behind me 3 statements

1 without happiness life is worthless, find that which makes you happy and never let it go even in the afterlife, if there is an afterlife, don’t let it go regardless of the situation. As far as my understanding goes, happiness is the only get out of hell free card on the universe, I believe the only reason on why to exist on the first place is to feel good, so in the case you find yourself not being happy you have all the right to change that

2 never ever stay close to people or situations that make you feel unworthy of anything you want to be, do or have. Nothing they provide for you is worth your decision power yourself, not having this will eat you alive slowly, what you understand as you is slowly eroded onto something else that you will inevitably hate. It’s never worth it to endure it, not matter how much they try to make you believe you have to. your desires are sacred, and desire for dignity of life is the most sacred of them all

3 what you do with your life is only your business, nobody, under any circumstances, should tell nobody how to live their lives or what to do with it, from the receiving end its just torture.

I will be eternally grateful for every penny you send my way

-CONDITIONS-

-I will go on a minimum contact mode with all my family of my hometown, this is a desperate escape mission. If everything goes alright, I would never have to put a foot on my house ever again

-I will take a maximum of $6000 on total, once I have reached that milestone I will erase the money links immediately, there is people that need that money more than I do, so I will just take what I need to be secured and stable. on the part of the world where I’m living $6000 will be enough to pay what’s left of my debt and start a project, that will give me more than enough to thrive. I will still be updating regularly for u people to see my progress if that becomes a thing

-I will be updating every other day whenever I can and when relevant stuff has happened, just so you could confirm your money is not going onto a dead person

IF THIS POST IS NOT UPDATED FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT DO NOT DONATE, AS IT MEANS IM DEAD, IN JAIL, OR WORSE, SO IN THAT CASE GIVE THAT MONEY TO SOMEBODY THAT CAN USE IT

-MONEY LINKS-

PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/runnaway513

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-UPDATES-

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Sob7spiAIlUFACC6BLavcjUtn7pwHe5eT6Er56BWedM/edit?usp=sharing (in case  of forgetfulness or inability edit the updates will be also on this document)

-June the 9nth of 2022

I have just created a document for random internet people to help me get my life back, even if I go alone, even if I die trying to follow my dreams. I will not want it in any other way. The worst that could happen is being pulled back to my parents’ home, which will just be a new opportunity to get away, I have promised myself that if by end of the year I had not make it, I will unalive myself on my birthday which has a convenient day, at least I will know I will cause immeasurable amounts of pain to my family. !at the very least I will have revenge! But at worst all my friends will also suffer, I hope they understand, they will be, sadly, collateral damage. More sadly, a lot of them will not even know I left this world.

Still don’t know how I will do it, still don’t know if I could muster the courage to do it … that must be a good sign, as I think, even if I’m too sad to find it, there is still some hope for happiness that my soul is clinging to, so let’s focus on that hope I cannot see.

The only thing left to do is buy the bus ticket, talk to my friend, pack a very light bag and pray for the best

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Please help me get back on track after escaping my emotionally & physically abusive household

Hi all, I hope you are doing well.

 

On may 16th I finally managed to escape my household after years of enduring all kinds of abuse on my mother’s part. It was a split-second decision as I wasn’t really planning on leaving so abruptly, but my mother turned aggressive to the point where she poured boiling water on my hand (TW: pictures of my hand plus other bruises inflicted by her https://imgur.com/a/H1IkLDo), so I started fearing for my safety and ended up just grabbing my phone, a backpack with clothes and my cat. Ever since then I have been staying in a deposit my friend’s parents have been letting me use (https://imgur.com/a/6CPfJ64)

The assistance I’m asking for is to buy essentials, like a small inflatable mattress, a few light bulbs, and basic kitchen supplies (spoons, bowls, a whisk, cutting boards) as well as a portable electric stove. The supplies and the stove are particularly important, as I sell home-made meals for a living and it’s urgent for me to start working again. Let me be clear: I’m not in any way expecting anyone to furnish the place for me, I’m just asking for the bare minimum things I need to get back on track with my business as I’m not allowed to go back to my mother’s place, or use her kitchen/kitchen tools anymore. Most of my cat’s necessities are already cared for since I made sure to grab his cage with all his stuff before getting out and he’s healthy, but he’s low on food, so if anyone would want to help with that too, I would be beyond grateful.

 

My initial goal was to raise 200$, though honestly at this point anything helps, no matter how small.

 

More context about my situation: Basically my mom has a long history of abuse with past romantic partners and other relatives before I was even born, along with unchecked mental issues. My two older siblings experienced the same things I do and left at 15 and 17 respectively, I haven’t heard from them since. The reasons why I stayed with my mom despite the constant abuse are financial. I was also hoping to get higher education and naively thought that if I stayed in her house while working and providing I would be able to afford university with my own money. Obviously this never happened and instead I ended up trapped in an abusive relationship with her for the years to follow. The thing that made my mom get so mad is that, since mother’s day, she has been unhappy with the gift I gave her, which was a batch of cookies. She rejected them claiming that it wasn’t a good enough gift for her, told me not to call her mom anymore amongst other things, and ended up causing me a panic attack.

Thank you so much in advance

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/Gigiovanna

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To make my career easier.

Hello beautiful people, my name is Jorge Escobar, I am from Panama and I am currently 20 years old, I am a student of the Information Systems Engineering career at the Technological University of Panama, I am currently one year away from graduating, but that is complicated for me a little since I don’t have enough resources to make my life as a student easier.

 

In 2020, due to the pandemic, the classes became virtual, it was easier than possible, the university where I study is 4 hours from my house, so I did not have to spend money on transportation, in 2021 the classes they were still virtual, but my life would take an extremely painful and unexpected turn, on May 3 of this year my 65-year-old father died of natural causes, it was a great pain and a direct affectation to my life both emotionally and financially. After the death of my father we were able to move on together with my mother, but this would not last long, only 10 days later, on May 13, 2021, my 45-year-old mother would also stop living due to natural causes, that was the worst thing that I experienced, only 10 days later! It was an even greater pain, time passed and there was support from some people but for a few months only, after this I had to continue alone, I did not want to leave the university because I felt that it was all that I had in my short life, as the classes were virtual, the expenses in general (services, food, health, covid19), were reduced, there were days when I did not eat, but I continued with my university and to cover expenses I decided to do homework other students exchanged money, I did well for the rest of the year and I was able to stabilize my life a little financially, emotionally I was still devastated and wanted to die, but I couldn’t leave what my parents had left me, a 13-year-old brother years of which I take care I spent that year and part of this year 2022.

 

The reason why I ask for money is that this career is everything for me, I am already in the 4th year, I cannot leave it, I have good grades, an index of 2.47 out of 3, as shown below, so lately the laptop that I have ( specifications: i3 5th generation) I am not up to what I do in my career and possibly in my work (Data Analysis, Computer Security, Servers, software development, etc), it is slow many times and has battery problems and blue screens, it turns off by itself many times because it gets very hot, I have looked for help in my country, but I have not received it, that is why I come here hoping that they can help me get a new laptop with good features and that they help me last many years, for the career and for when I enter the world of work, I also want to have a little fun and relax playing on it, I consider a budget for an entry-level ($ 1000 or less) and I trust that with your help I can get it, they are The only one option I have.

 

Here I leave my paypal

 

 

paypal.me/jiem20

 

 

Thank you very much for reading and thank you because I know we will reach the goal.

 

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Dreaming big, spending small, almost there

I dream big ya’ll, like really big. So when I put my mind to doing something it’s usually pretty awesome. But equally as great are my failures….which have also been spectacular. 

 

About 8 years ago I had moved back home after a nasty divorce that caused me to lose myself and most of my worldly possessions all in one fell swoop some years prior. I wandered from love affair to love affair with women and cities from Alabama, to Texas, Colorado. Then a violent separation from a shady business partner led to months of hiding on the road, hopping trains across the country until things calmed down.

I went home to Alabama broken and destitute to my remaining friends and family where I took a government job and just tried to be normal. But it wasn’t enough. I’m not normal. What the hell does that mean anyway, normal?

 

The money was fine, I could do most anything I wanted but….even though I wasn’t pulling any triggers except on my drills and saws I felt I was a part of a machine I wanted nothing to do with and I began to find solace in the bottle But that too was unfulfilling and worse, was making me feel much too old much too quickly.

One night I dreamt of Peru. I’d never been there, and knew virtually nothing about the place, yet I knew it was Peru and I was meant to go there in the way that only a dream can convince you.

Now most people at this point would probably let that dream fade to obscurity, maybe sharing it with someone over coffee as a passing aside, but no old Andy here. No, I turned in my notice at work, renewed my passport, sold and gave away anything I couldn’t fit in a backpack, and bought a ticket to Lima. 

 

A few weeks later I was sitting on a beach in Northern Peru, an hour from anything but oil infrastructure, some desert shanties, a goatherd, and lots and lots of sand backed right up to the Pacific ocean where the Humboldt and El Nino currents converge beneath hundreds of Oil platforms that dot the Peruvian coastline for hundreds of miles. I was swimming with whales, getting tan, and thinking, thinking, thinking.

I had just made a small music festival in my hometown. Everything was local, everything except the weather and a lone heckler (whose life I later saved that night) everything went to plan. I got a tattoo, again go big or go home. My whole chest was covered with a mystical owl LOL, and a blasted ticket to Peru. So I painted a giant mural, and I thought some more.

I thought about water collection, storage and distribution since the water in that part of the world is scarce and dangerous to drink; and I’ve been telling folks for two decades water will likely be the cause of the next world war. I still believe it. I discovered a legal fallacy that led to 40 tons of PFCs being distributed via the drinking water in my hometown and the government coverup. That led to a conversation and series of investigations that have just resulted in a $98,000,000.00 judgment from 3M to my mismanaged hometown. 

And while they pay for pocket parks where nobody walks, and tax break extensions for Walmarts that destroyed their small businesses the water remains poisoned.

I thought about the growing housing crisis which now, 8 years later, is undeniably one of, if not the greatest threat facing Americans today.

I thought about the fact that we create so much waste while barely scratching the surface of its potential for energy, fertilizer, gas, and ambiently heated water on demand.

I dreamed about pump hydro energy storage then found out it’s a thing and has been for a century! 

I started combining tech in my mind and on paper. Natural pond reservoir at the center, constructed wetland filtration and gardening systems nestled between self-contained powerhouses where 4-6 people can cohabit in a structure made from cob and/or rammed earth that will last forever if the foundation is sound and the roof is maintained, and the power generated by a combination of solar, wind, and hydro depending on the geography.

Every home would have a biodigester that creates fertilizer, clean water, methane gas for cooking or lighting, and the chemical reactions taking place in a healthy system create heat at about 120-140 degrees Fahrenheit, perfect for heating a double coil of water ambiently and fueled by waste!

 

But how do I get there? Before Peru, I had been working continuously for 15 years. And though I had a home and a truck, and some modest savings, it all disappeared in the blink of an eye and I’ve never been able to recover financially. Like many people, I’ve found myself in one rut after another. Trying and succeeding in learning things, then moving on to the next thing. Or more often, trying and failing spectacularly but doing my best to learn and move on.

So I mapped out a path last year after a brutal attack left me injured and bloody just a few days before hurricane Ida took my roof and forced me to move. I landed in NH on borrowed funds where my girlfriend was working at the time and set to finding an online job. It took some time and diligence, day labor for food and necessaries, but I got a job.

They promoted me and raised my salary twice in as many months, and by all accounts, I was set to make account manager and have no income ceiling forevermore. My lady and I relocated to Mexico, then Colombia to save money and things seemed to be turning in my favor again. But her mental health was rapidly declining and my company lost clients in march totaling over $40k per month and decided heads needed to roll. Low man on the totem here so you know who got chopped unceremoniously and maliciously in a way that blocked me from receiving unemployment benefits while I find another job.

Now I had gotten back into wholesaling at this time. She and I had discussed buying a house together as an investment…glad that didn’t pan out…so while she was gone, my job was gone and my savings would quickly be gone, I doubled down on wholesaling, betting on myself.

I’ve gone the economical route, probably unwisely but manually searching houses, skip tracing owners, and calling each number one by one is really time-consuming and daunting as it’s mostly a losing game. A ton of No’s and F you’s and just disconnected numbers and voicemail boxes of people I’ll probably never hear from and are cursing my name when they hear my message.

 

There’s no way I cannot get a deal if I just keep going but here I am, funds depleted, thousands of miles from any real friends or family and just a dream and a belief that if I can borrow just a little more time I can push through. This wholesaling thing is a means to an end. I know how to do it, am driven to do it, and am doing it consistently. I will get a deal. My wholesaling goal is $20k in the next 30 days. But I’ve got to survive until then so, this is where we stand currently.

Rent is due today, one month: 1,250,000 COP or about $400 after Western Union exchange rate and fees. One month’s food and basics are about the same, $400, but can be discounted to beans and rice, rice and beans.

Ideally, I would stay here as the cost of living is so low, but I can also get home next week for about $400 USD where I have some places to crash, I can do gig work, and it will allow me to expedite the wholesaling process by being where I am shopping. In either case, the goal here is $800 ideally as quickly as possible to buy me another month.

One wholesale deal and I will buy a house, subdivide it into pods and cut the rent in half for each tenant. This will double my revenue on a one or two-bedroom and simultaneously provide much-needed affordable housing on a short or long-term basis.

One house then funds another and another until I have enough cash flowing I will implement a profit-sharing element that automatically reallocates a portion of each payment made on time to an account that will be used in the purchase of my next asset acquisition, thereby aiding people who were once nightly, weekly, and month to month renters to become home and business owners.

I realize this might sound crazy to some of ya’ll but it’s much needed in the world today and I cannot stress this enough: it will make the difference between utter desperation and destitution and actually building a life worth living, wealth building with shared assets with infinite returns for many many people. 

 

Fulfillment in knowing your money is not only making money for you but is also providing what is arguably the single greatest need of a human being: a home…..defined here as housing plus community.

Anything helps ya’ll. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Much love, social media shares, and donations are equally appreciated! 

Payapl @activistinvestor

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Single mother with financial difficulties

Hello everyone.

I am writing this petition because I need your help right now. I have been looking for many help options and came across this page.

I am a single mother of an 11-year-old daughter who requires your support through donations to be able to pay some debts, my daughter’s school and other expenses.

I lost my job a few months ago, I’m looking for a job but I haven’t found it.

My debt with the bank amounts to 1,000 dollars, which I acquired because I had a good job and could pay every month.

And in household expenses I spend approximately 300 on food, groceries, etc.

I worked in an excellent company that provided service to another and during the pandemic we had a lot of work, but at the end of 2021 the customer service began to decline and in April of this year the company made a tough decision, they fired us all and I was left without worked.

I abandoned my daughter’s father for personal reasons 8 years ago and he does not give money for the girl’s expenses.

The money I received when I was fired went entirely to household expenses.

I want to pay my debt to the bank, also my bills, expenses, give food and education to my daughter, while I get a job. During the time I worked I also invested money but lost it, which caused my debt to increase.

I have tried to sell things, job search, extra jobs to get extra money but I have not been successful, it ends up being a scam or I receive little money that is not enough to pay the expenses of the month.

I have worked half my life, I never had the need to ask for money, but this time I do require financial aid since the debts grow day by day.

I would be very grateful for all the donations that you could give me to cover part of my expenses and debt. This kind of help is a boon for those who are truly in need of money.

Thank you for reading my petition, I wish you many blessings and what you donate will be multiplied in the future.

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Rebulding my life

Synthesis:

When I was 15 I met the Sodalitium Christianae Vitae (SCV) and I didn’t know it was a sect inside Catholic Church. At the time I was at Hight School doing very well because I got every year the highets qualifications of my class. I was victim of a manipulation exercised by the SCV aimed at depriving me of my personal freedom, making me not only join the aforementioned organization, but also assume the condition of slave of its founder and leader Luis Fernando Figari, becoming an object of the organization, working within their companies in conditions of labor exploitation (without hours or remuneration), which has caused serious and irreparable damage to my health. For this reason, to date I require specialized medical treatment to try to overcome the traumatic situation caused by that experience. I am diagnosed as a case of post traumatic stress disorder. I never filed legal action because the SCV threatened me about it. I have many debts because since I left the SCV, I have spent long periods of time without being able to work. This situation does not allow me to live in peace and therefore I appeal to your generosity to help me cancel this debt that amounts to approximately US$20,000 (twenty thousand US dollars). Any help you can give me, big or small, is valuable to me and can change the course of my life: PAYPAL LINK TO HELP ME HERE

The Facts:

In 1988, when I was 15 years old, I met the “Sodalitium Christianae Vitae” (hereinafter, SCV) in the city of Lima, during my preparation for the sacrament of Confirmation, because in the school I was studying, the members of that organization, called “sodalites”, were in charge of the aforementioned activity.
After finishing the preparation period, the Sodalits organized a spiritual retreat, in which only minor males, between 15 and 16 years old, participated. In that retreat there were a series of activities designed to investigate our personal, sexual and family life, for example, what was the relationship we had with our parents.
At the end of 1988, I joined one of the so-called Marian groups, which was the first step within the SCV and was made up only of underage men like me. My parents only knew that I was meeting schoolmates from my own class, with whom I had done Confirmation preparation, and that we had a “guide” who, at the time, was an SCV aspirant, older than us.
Mainly, the dynamics that took place in that group consisted of camaraderie meetings, where the sodalites carried out a series of activities with an extremely strong psychological component, exposing the fragility of our young age. In addition, issues related to our personality, personal and intimate life were discussed, with special emphasis on the repression of masturbation.
In the year 1989, after completing one year of being part of the Marian groups and still being a minor, I made the promise of an applicant to the SCV. Nobody explained to me what this new commitment meant or what activities it involved, nor was there a discernment procedure, as stipulated in the Code of Canon Law, so much so that I thought it was simply a higher level of commitment for those who were good grouped. My parents were unaware of this promise or the private ceremony in which it was made.
In this period of aspirant, the physical demand was intense and punishments were applied to us if we did not fulfill the commitments that we had to make weekly, which were reviewed in public.
In addition, we carried out absolutely violent and degrading group dynamics. For example, on one occasion, they forced us to have a slapping war. No one objected no matter how unreasonable the activity or order was. These dynamics, together with the “demands”, had the purpose of diminishing our will, after forcing us to comply with irrational instructions for the simple fact that the authority so ordered.
It is at this stage, during the year 1990, that I met the top leader – now under investigation – Luis Fernando Figari (hereinafter, LFF) at a Holy Week retreat, which I attended as an SCV aspirant. There was a mystique around him, which the sodalits were in charge of making us new believe and he of reinforcing. Thus, LFF was syndicated as a person with “special powers” that allowed him to penetrate the hearts of people and their memories, to “read” them at his will. They made us believe that it was a privilege to be close to him, since he was God’s spokesman, his spokesman on earth.
He knew about our personal information, because the sodalites and psychologists linked to the aforementioned organization leaked information and even more intimate matters that we had shared in reserve, without our consent.
That same year, they made me go through the Vocational Orientation Center (hereinafter, COP) to supposedly take a series of vocational and psychological tests, as a requirement to begin the training stage in the premises that the organization had in San Bartolo. I never knew the results of my psychological evaluations until recently, and I was able to corroborate that I was not in a position to make such an important and radical decision as entering religious life. They knew this and, taking advantage of my emotional fragility, LFFR together with the deceased Germán Doig Kingle (number 2 of the SCV, accused of committing a series of abuses against sexual freedom), decided that I join the organization.
In October 1991 I carried out what is known in the SCV as a community experience, which consisted of living in the “San José” community located in Santa Clara, Chosic, on the outskirts of Lima. This period, which lasted a month, was physically demanding and had constant endless dialogues about the personal problems of those of us who shared that experience, which always ended up breaking us down emotionally. They forced us to repeat for thirty (30) minutes every day, out loud and as a group, Sodalit phrases or mottos. In addition, they prohibited me from having contact with my family and with anyone outside the SCV.
The slogan that had been instilled in us from the first contact with the SCV, while we were still minors, consisted of “whoever obeys does not make mistakes” and that superiors were owed “blind obedience”. In addition, as I have already related in previous lines, the person who did not comply with the orders or questioned them, no matter how absurd they sounded, was deserving of punishment and humiliation.
At this stage I almost abandoned my studies in economics at the University of Lima. My grades dropped and I failed in a number of subjects. I must point out that, before coming to live in this community, my grades were excellent, so much so that I was ranked 34th in the Faculty of Economics.
At the end of the time of my community experience, I was informed that the next stage of commitment that I had to assume was that of “formation”, which implied that I had to “temporarily” abandon my university studies, which is why I expressed certain doubts; however, through several persuasive dialogues, which affected the idea that had been forming in my psyche since I was 15 years old, regarding that “there was nothing more important than the SCV, that only there would I be happy and that my his true vocation was religious life”, they finally managed to get me to accept the aforementioned commitment.
In addition, they deceived me, because they told me that being inside the SCV I could continue studying, which was not the case, because they imposed on me the Philosophy degree, which I had to study by order of LFF, despite not having an affinity with it.
At the end of February 1992, I entered the “Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe” community in San Bartolo. A place where I suffered from abusive experiences, both physically and psychologically. In addition, restrictions continued to communicate with my parents and anyone outside the SCV. At that time I could only see my parents once.
At that time, I discovered that it was difficult for me to live in celibacy, but, instead of clearing up those and other doubts I had about my apparent religious vocation, they were strongly repressed with punishments and branded as “weakness and sin”, humiliating me in front of other people in the community without any qualms about the damage they were causing me.
Despite the fact that this training period lasted two years, by order of the LFF they made me leave the community of San Bartolo before the scheduled time. In May 1993, after 10 p.m., the person in charge of the community in which I lived received a call from LFF, who told him to supposedly send me to the “San José” community (where LFF lived) for two weeks with my luggage. . They never asked my opinion. Like any order, I had to obey it.
Those two weeks turned into eighteen years in which I suffered a series of physical and psychological abuse and was subjected to LFF servitude, my case being cataloged by the “Ethics Commission for Justice and Reconciliation” convened by the SCV itself. as one of modern slavery.
Like the other Sodalits who lived in this community, I was forbidden to travel alone. We were confined and visits were infrequent and seen as a sign of weakness. Since I could not move alone, two Sodalits took me to my parents’ house and left me there for approximately two and a half hours, the time that the visit lasted. I always had to ask permission for these visits and was sometimes refused.
At this stage, the manipulation of which I was a victim since I was 15 years old intensified considerably. LFF managed to make my assessment and self-esteem revolve around him. He made me believe that my life had no meaning without him and, therefore, without the SCV, which is why I had to accept and normalize all the abuses that were committed against me, since leaving or leaving the organization was not an option.
In this period I became the slave of LFF. Physical coercion was not necessary, although it did occur, but mental conditioning and manipulation. At that time, my availability towards LFF was absolute, I had been mentalized in such a way that I was willing to give my life for him, despite the abuses and humiliations of which I was a victim from him and from the superior of the community.
Starting in 2001, I became LFF’s personal chef, having the obligation to serve him at any time of the day and every day of the year. There were no schedules, if he called me, I had to drop everything and go see him. For several years I kept the same LFF schedule and when I stopped doing it for health reasons, as a rule I had to go to say goodbye to him and ask him if he needed my services.
This work became my priority activity, before any other activity typical of the life of a religious, which, in practice, I did not carry out, since I hardly prayed according to the times indicated for the other Sodalites. My entire stay at the SCV revolved around carrying out this domestic work, for which I did not receive any type of remuneration, and, on some occasions, I had to travel outside the country with LFF to cook and take care of him.
By December 2010, he had been in psychiatric treatment for more than a year. She suffered from severe depression and anxiety, which manifested itself in sleeping difficulties, constant desire to cry, suicidal ideas, in the sadness and discouragement that she suffered daily. He was exhausted and frustrated with himself, as he attributed all my discomfort to my weakness and sin. He spent long hours alone in the dark crying, unable to recognize that this whole situation was the product of the abuses he had been suffering within the SCV.
I must point out that a priest, today investigated for financial mismanagement, witnessed all the abuses I suffered at that time, since he was my spiritual director from 2001 to 2011. I told him about all the abuse I suffered, as well as my health problems described in the preceding paragraph and my constant thoughts of committing suicide. He was fully aware that I was a slave to LFF, as well as the damage to my health that staying in the SCV was causing me, and he did absolutely nothing.
In December 2010, after LFF resigned from the position of Superior General, I spoke with the sodalit who assumed this position of maximum power in the organization, a person of extreme confidence of the founder and considered his favorite after the death of Germán Doig. I asked him to change my community, due to all the problems that I have narrated in this writing, and that he knew perfectly well, because he told me so, despite which, he refused.
Finally, at my insistence, and being evident the damage that the situation to which LFF had subjected me was causing me, they agreed to my change of community, and offered me a time off, which I accepted. I was sent to the SCV community in Denver, USA, for three months.
Then, I returned to Peru to live in a Lima community, until August 2011, when I was informed that I would go to Arequipa to teach at the San Pablo Catholic University and study an online postgraduate degree in Philosophy.
I lived in Arequipa (an important city in southern Peru) for about a year and a half. All this time I continued with a treatment for depression and anxiety. He slept more than the others and was physically/psychologically exhausted. In addition, I experienced a deep inner dissatisfaction, for which I felt disoriented and the anxiety grew more and more.
Given this situation, I asked to be allowed to receive psychological therapy in order to manage the aforementioned problems. For which I was sent to the Sodalite community in Argentina, where I received intense therapy for a year.
After that time, I decided for myself and against the opinion of the SCV authorities to leave the community, for which I returned to Peru and definitively left the SCV in May 2014, with nowhere to go, no job, savings or money. something that allows me to continue with my life. In this situation, the SCV agreed to give me temporary help until I can reintegrate into society.
Even having left the SCV, its authorities tried to outline a life project for me according to their own ways of seeing reality. Therefore, after months of unsuccessful dialogue and not wanting to acknowledge any abuse or damage to me, they suggested I go to the commission that they themselves formed to investigate the abuses committed by LFF and other sodalits, which came to light with a journalistic investigation published in October 2015.
All the dialogues I have had with members of the SCV and their ecclesial and legal representatives after leaving the community have been marked by intimidation, lies, threats and other mistreatment. Not allowing me to have any legal representative or go to the authorities to make a complaint, because I would lose all opportunity for reparation. It is important to consider that they were aware that I did not have the emotional or financial support to take any legal action against them.
It didn’t take long for me to fall back into deep depression and anguish, under a diagnosis of post-traumatic stress desorder, which I struggle with every day. In this context and given my professional training, I have great difficulty finding a decent job, I am removed from various social circles for the sole fact of having been part of the SCV and denouncing its abuses, I do not have any type of savings or compensation for times of service (employment benefit enjoyed by all formal workers in Peru). Rather, I have many debts because since I left the SCV, I have spent long periods of time without being able to work. This situation does not allow me to live in peace and therefore I appeal to your generosity to help me cancel this debt that amounts to approximately US$20,000 (twenty thousand US dollars). Any help you can give me, big or small, is valuable to me and can change the course of my life.

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I need help paying my insurance

Hi. My car insurance is due and I have no idea how I’m going to pay it. Many online jobs aren’t available to me since I’m outside of the US and Canada. Honestly, I just need some help.

I grew up without my dad and my mother raised me on her own. She could not afford to send me to university so I took student loans to go. I graduated in 2019 but I could not afford to stay in the city to get a job in my field because I had to pay back my loans. I moved back home and I got a job at a call center. After being there a few months I got a job in an insurance company as a customer service representative. I wanted to be in an analytical role since that was more aligned with my career path. I applied for a job within the company. I was accepted but I would have to move to the city and the pay would not be more. I finally got a job in my field last August but it was 3 hours from where my mom lives. I had to relocate to try and further my career. I’m still paing off my student loans. I have $2,500 USD left.

I need to drive my car to get to work because public transportation is not good in my area. In trying to save money, I tried calling a taxi driver that would be willing to pick me up.  I have to leave home at 5:50 to catch the staff bus at 6:20. After calling the taxi a few times, he started coming late and then he started to make sexually suggestive comments. Last December, one morning after he drove off he started rubbing my neck and arms. I went back home and I did not go to work. I decided I’d start driving.

I renewed my car insurance policy last December. The company doesn’t allow monthly payments. I really need the car to get to work. I can’t drive the car without insurance.

I have been doing my best to stay afloat but I had to go to the doctor this month and I spent the money I reserved for my insurance. The 2nd payment is due on March 16. The period of insurance is March 16-December 16. It’s $252.73 US Dollars which is $38,680.38 Jamaican Dollars.

I’ll give you the proof you need. I know it’s a lot to ask. Anything is appreciated. Thank you

https://paypal.me/insurancejm

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urgent money to cover expenses.

I never thought I would have to resort to this, but it is because of the economic situation that my family is going through. Really, we already had to expose our economic difficulty to people like you. I was working in a state entity for more than 10 years but due to personal cuts they terminated my employment relationship with that entity in 2016, since then I have not been able to find another job, it must be because I already have 58 years of age and the opportunities for a person over 50 years of age are few. My wife worked in a school, she had already completed 12 years working as an administrative assistant, but with the issue of the pandemic they had to dispense with her services, and that is when things started to get very difficult for us, both of us unemployed, with a series of of expenses, including the university studies of our only 17-year-old son, plus the commitments with financial entities that we have not been able to meet. And as if that were not enough, as we do not have, we do not have our own house since we have not really been able to save to buy it, we have been living in a rented apartment for a long time, which with great effort we have been paying said rent. until 3 months ago we have stopped paying on time, sometimes we have and make payment but even so, we are 2 months behind but the owners of the apartment have been very good and understand our situation. My wife and I get the little income we have from selling food at home, but it really isn’t enough to cover all the basic expenses that our home demands. My son is very sad because he wants to work to help us, the problem is that the university hours do not allow him, sometimes in the few hours he has available he works in a pizzeria as an assistant and what he earns he uses for his personal expenses. As I told you at the beginning, it is very difficult for us to ask for help in this way, but the desperation of the situation has forced me to use this site to ask good-hearted people to help us financially and God will know how to reward them all. the good things they do. The amount that we want to request from you is to pay the months in arrears of the rent and another part to invest it in the small food business in order to increase the volume of sales, and thus we are sure that the income will be higher to be able to meet the expenses that it demands. my family. The amount that I request is only 3000 dollars.

Gracias por su atención y comprensión.

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Finishing college

First of all, if you’ve come this far, thank you very much for reading it.

I introduce myself, my name is d and I am 21 years old. I live with my parents and I have 3 older siblings. My grandmother also lives with us today. As the title says, I need to finish my degree. I want to be independent, work and be able to leave home.

I never did this thing of asking for money, but the moment is really worth it. I have no control over my life, my parents more or less decide it, my CARDS that I opened, two out of three are handled by my parents for a company that is in my name but with these expenses covers the rent of the house, the food and the studies two of my brothers who are already finishing their careers and need to do their thesis. And yes, I own a company. But my father handles it. My father had his company but because of problems he had with some men who didn’t pay him he had to close it. My father made my brother open a company and they also had to close it because they didn’t pay him. When I came of age my father did the same, he made me open a company in my name but he controls it.

I started college in 2017, and I could only do two cycles for that year. I had to let go almost two years without studying and in 2020 I went back to study alone that year again but what they did was just enroll with the tuition and the first army and they left a debt in my university. If I miss 2 years my code is blocked and I have to pay to activate it again and study. Currently I don’t study, I don’t work (because they don’t let me).

But I want to continue studying, I want to finish my accounting degree. And be free from my parents.

I know it’s a lot of money and I’ve tried to work from home, but it’s difficult. I don’t have a machine that can work as a call center, even to open pages on the Internet is too much. Apart from the fact that my house is very noisy, I cannot work that way when trying to serve a customer.

This is my last resort because I don’t know what to do anymore, I would really appreciate the kindness of anyone who can give me help.

Also thanks for reading, have a good day.

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My Mom Betrayed Me

When I was 8 years old, I was sexually abused by my cousin. This caused an amount of trouble I can’t begin to explain; ever since, the dynamic in my family changed.
I had to start going to a therapist, I got reallyyyy lonely, and suddenly I just stopped being a child.

The years passed… and now that I’m 22, I realized, because my mom told me; that when all of this problem began, my father insisted in putting my cousins into jail. But my mom didn’t let my dad do it, because she didn’t want to get her parents (my grandpas, also my cousin’s grandpas) upset.

She has always protected everybody else but me.

My dad has always been a violent person who throws things, yells, says bad things, never communicates. When I was little and did good stuff (like being the first from my class or winning a sport competition) I was always told that’s what I suppose to do. I grew up with no validation nor recognition. And apparently, with no love either.

I became an English teacher when I turned 16 (I’m from Mexico), I started to work and study at the same time since a long time ago.
But now that I cannot longer live in the same house as my parents, I really just can’t afford everything. I need to pay for food, rent, a cardiologist (I have dysautonomia and mitral valve prolapse), dermatologist, psychologist, and university. I’m  an International Relations students, a good one. But with this new chapter of my life called “I got no place to live”, I really just want to be able to finish my career. Currently I have a full time job, but it’s not enough.
In order for me to cover all of my needs, as I have no more support from anyone; if by trying everything there is, including this.
I did the Math and I need an extra 700-900 dollars per month. So here it is, here I am. Kindly asking for a chance…

For the empathy and love I was never given.

Thank you, truly.

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