Hello… I’m writing this with a mixture of hope and despair. To be honest, I don’t even know if anyone will read this, but I have to try. Even writing this post is a sacrifice, because I’m using some of the money we had saved for one more week of Dilan’s treatment, just to be able to ask for help. I trust that by sharing our reality, someone might lend us a hand.

 

My name is Beimar, I’m 19 years old, and the truth is, we don’t know who else to turn to. My brother Dilan is 14 years old and has autism, and three days ago we had to completely suspend his therapies. Seeing him distressed because his routine was disrupted hurts me more than I can explain.

 

My mom works tirelessly, but her salary isn’t enough anymore. I barely earn 1,000 bolivianos a month, and that only covers diapers and milk for my one-year-old daughter, María. I don’t have a single peso left to help at home, much less for Dilan’s treatment. It’s just my mom, my two brothers (Dilan and me), and my daughter. My dad left years ago, and my daughter’s mother also left us. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed, but I can’t give up.

 

The doctors have told us that every day without therapy, Dilan regresses. His seizures are more severe, his progress is fading. Yesterday he spent hours agitated, unable to calm down, and all we could do was hold him in silence. Yesterday my mom sold the blender we used for his food, just to cover some of his medication costs.

 

We need to raise approximately $8,000 (about 55,680 Bolivianos). With that, we could:

 

• Resume his therapy immediately.

 

• Buy all his medications without having to split them.

 

• Pay for his outstanding medical appointments.

 

• Give him tools to communicate and regulate his emotions.

 

Every little bit helps us get closer. With $20 (139 Bs), he can pay for a therapy session. With $50 (348 Bs), he can get a week’s supply of his medication. With $100 (696 Bs), he can have a consultation with a specialist.

 

I know it’s a lot to ask, but we have no other option. Even making this post means using resources that were meant for Dilan, but I do it hoping that by sharing our story, someone will help us change his reality.

 

I promise to be transparent with every penny. I will show Dilan’s progress and personally thank everyone who lends a hand.

 

If you can help us, even just by sharing this, I will be eternally grateful. Dilan deserves a chance to live more peacefully, to progress, to smile without so much struggle.

 

Thank you for reading this far… and for not leaving us alone.

Dear ladies and gentlemen, my name is Maria. In 1992, at the age of 21, I lost my right leg due to medical negligence in my country, Ecuador. Aware of my disability, I committed myself to helping anyone who had undergone an amputation and created my Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE LIGHT, which, thank God, has now been running for 32 consecutive years. Working alone, without anyone giving me a single dollar, I have managed to donate prosthetic limbs to more than 1,000 amputees in the poorest areas of my country.

Without having planned it, I was named Chancellor of World Peace 2019-2020 for the Defense of Human Rights in my country. Today, January 2, 2026, I ask for your help to continue working on my mission with the Humanitarian Project for amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.

This project is in a video I uploaded to YouTube, and here is the link:

The Humanitarian Project: Luz Azul is designed in a large 2,000-hectare complex where, together with you, we will build:

1. A hospital specializing in gangrene to save limbs.
2. A 500-room hotel to accommodate patients and their companions.
3. A building dedicated to the manufacture of new prostheses, where each patient will receive rehabilitation.
4. A spacious restaurant to serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
5. A building specializing in business conventions, training all hospitalized patients on how to manage a café so that when they return to their countries, they will have a place to work, with a franchise granted by my company Imperio Export Import Intermediation LLC, which consists of a Coffee.

During these 32 years, it has been so difficult to obtain donations to donate prostheses that I could not sit idly by.  To finance my mission, my only daughter and I spent all the little we had to create a US company in August 2024 called Imperio Arges-3 Export Import Intermediation LLC, so that we could sell coffee and use 50% of our profits to build the Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.  However, due to high tariffs on exports and imports, I have not been able to export the coffee and have not been able to pay the bills or salaries of the team working in my company. For this reason, after begging God for help, I found this page where I beg you to help me because I need your support with whatever your heart feels.  I beg charitable souls to consider this humanitarian project as a way to break the chains that bind us to a wheelchair where we cannot defend ourselves. But with a prosthesis, we will be free and able to reintegrate into society and be economically independent.

I share with you the need to be able to work on this humanitarian project, as I have not yet been able to help a list of disabled people who need a new or used prosthesis.  For a moment, put yourselves in our shoes so that you can understand us and lend us a hand, and together we can help humanity and leave a mark on this planet, which only thinks about war, while we think about bringing back a breath of life. Attached is my website where I explain the Humanitarian Project For Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT: https://mariuxivillacreses-arges3.com/fundation.php

I appreciate your donations if you are within the United States, via bank transfer to PNC Bank using Zelle with my personal email: villacreses.maru2020@gmail.com

And if the donations are from outside the United States, please make them to PNC Bank, Routing Number: 267084199,

Account Number: 1254226602

National Routing Number: 043000096

International Swift Code: PNCCUS33

Dear ladies and gentlemen, my name is Maria. In 1992, at the age of 21, I lost my right leg due to medical negligence in my country, Ecuador. Aware of my disability, I committed myself to helping anyone who had undergone an amputation and created my Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE LIGHT, which, thank God, has now been running for 32 consecutive years. Working alone, without anyone giving me a single dollar, I have managed to donate prosthetic limbs to more than 1,000 amputees in the poorest areas of my country.

Without having planned it, I was named Chancellor of World Peace 2019-2020 for the Defense of Human Rights in my country. Today, January 2, 2026, I ask for your help to continue working on my mission with the Humanitarian Project for amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.

This project is in a video I uploaded to YouTube, and here is the link:                        https://youtu.be/AnvRjabW0KA?si=y3CAD9skKlJ5518m

The Humanitarian Project: Luz Azul is designed in a large 2,000-hectare complex where, together with you, we will build:

1. A hospital specializing in gangrene to save limbs.
2. A 500-room hotel to accommodate patients and their companions.
3. A building dedicated to the manufacture of new prostheses, where each patient will receive rehabilitation.
4. A spacious restaurant to serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
5. A building specializing in business conventions, training all hospitalized patients on how to manage a café so that when they return to their countries, they will have a place to work, with a franchise granted by my company Imperio Export Import Intermediation LLC, which consists of a Coffee.

During these 32 years, it has been so difficult to obtain donations to donate prostheses that I could not sit idly by.  To finance my mission, my only daughter and I spent all the little we had to create a US company in August 2024 called Imperio Arges-3 Export Import Intermediation LLC, so that we could sell coffee and use 50% of our profits to build the Humanitarian Project for Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT.  However, due to high tariffs on exports and imports, I have not been able to export the coffee and have not been able to pay the bills or salaries of the team working in my company. For this reason, after begging God for help, I found this page where I beg you to help me because I need your support with whatever your heart feels.  I beg charitable souls to consider this humanitarian project as a way to break the chains that bind us to a wheelchair where we cannot defend ourselves. But with a prosthesis, we will be free and able to reintegrate into society and be economically independent.

I share with you the need to be able to work on this humanitarian project, as I have not yet been able to help a list of disabled people who need a new or used prosthesis.  For a moment, put yourselves in our shoes so that you can understand us and lend us a hand, and together we can help humanity and leave a mark on this planet, which only thinks about war, while we think about bringing back a breath of life. Attached is my website where I explain the Humanitarian Project For Amputees: BLUE  LIGHT: https://mariuxivillacreses-arges3.com/fundation.php

https://www.paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=QY3937GUTBGFL

In March of 2022, my life changed forever.

A car accident left me with a moderate traumatic brain injury and suddenly, I was a single mother trying to keep three children alive and stable while relearning how to function in my own body. I didn’t have the luxury of rest or recovery. I had school drop-offs, meals to make, bills to juggle, and little humans who still needed their mom; whether I was ready or not.

I pushed forward because that’s what mothers do.

A year later, I lost my best friend of 21 years.

That loss hollowed me out in a way I didn’t know was possible. He had been my constant, my witness, my anchor through life’s chaos. After he died, the world felt quieter, heavier, and unbearably lonely. I didn’t just grieve him, I grieved the version of myself that existed before that loss.

At the same time, my marriage was quietly collapsing.

After more than 13 years together, the man I believed was my safe place told me he was seeing someone else; someone I knew from my past and knew to be deeply unhealthy. When I needed him most, he was already gone. The ground beneath me cracked open.

So when I unexpectedly ran into and met my now, ex boyfriend a month later, it felt like fate.

It felt orchestrated. Perfect. Like maybe..finally, life was giving something back. I believed my children and I were about to experience what “family” was supposed to feel like. I was ecstatic. Hope rushed in where grief had lived for too long.

I was wrong.

What I thought was healing was the beginning of my living nightmare.

The man I trusted was not who he claimed to be. He was manipulative, controlling, and cruel in ways that are hard to put into words. My history of childhood trauma and my brain injury left me with severe complex PTSD and he knew it. He used it.

I remember sitting beside him after episodes of abuse, completely dissociated, unable to move or speak. He would calmly tell me, “I know you’re upset and probably don’t understand this yet, but you will. It’s all part of the process. Just trust me.”

And with nowhere else to go, I did.

For two and a half years, my world grew smaller, darker, colder. Until one day, I realized the truth: staying was destroying my children.

So I left.

I walked away believing the community around me would help us land on our feet. Instead, I found myself homeless with three kids and nothing to fall back on. Trauma had stripped me of my sense of direction, identity, and safety.

Months later, exhausted and desperate, I made the mistake of believing him again.

He convinced me everything had been a misunderstanding while quietly facing a warrant for family violence and seeking to persuade me into helping him make it disappear. For three months, my children and I lived back in his home while I worked my seventh job and saved money, planning a final, peaceful exit.

Then he was arrested.

I was told the system would protect us long enough to relocate. It didn’t.

After his release, he escalated. Friends were moved into the house to monitor me. Utilities were shut off; first water, then electricity. He snuck people into the home while I worked nights. One weekend, he brought a group of friends over. I stayed quiet, overwhelmed, trying to survive until we could leave.

That night, he became violent.

A week later, I came home from work to find a Notice to Vacate taped to my bedroom door.

Police were called daily by him and his family until eventually, despite overwhelming evidence contradicting his claims, officers forced my children and me out of the home and onto the streets on a school night.

I sent my children to stay with family temporarily, believing it would be brief.

It hasn’t been.

Over the last two months, harassment has escalated beyond anything I imagined. Police have shown up expecting to arrest me based on false narratives I didn’t yet understand. Now, I do.

I am facing false charges of child abuse with intent to injure…accusations so devastating I struggle to write them. My children are too young to understand why their mother hasn’t come for them yet. They only know they’re waiting.

To make matters worse, my ex pursued an illegal eviction after I was already gone, creating a paper trail to support his story. Now, instead of fighting for justice for what was done to us, I must fight for my own freedom and integrity which fits his scheme and is going exactly as he planned.

I am 5’3”, 125 pounds.

He is 6’2”, 250 pounds.

I will let the math speak for itself.

I have always found a way forward on my own. But this time, the cost is too high. The price is my children’s stability, safety, and quality of life.

I am a mother who loves her children fiercely. I am navigating layers of trauma, legal battles, and displacement- all while trying to hold onto hope. I am asking, humbly and honestly, for compassion, support, and financial assistance to secure legal defense and rebuild a safe home for my children and me.

If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you.

Your kindness..whether through support, sharing, or simply believing me, means more than I can express.

Paypal.com/krysylynn90

Hello my name is Michael I am 49 with type 1 diabetes I am in need of financial assistance to help buy a vehicle so I can get treatment for my neuropathy in my feet and be able to make it to my Dr visits and get my prescriptions and obtain a full time job I am also in need of teeth implants I have been without a vehicle since March 2024 and have been struggling to make ends meet been living with friends and family as well as trying to stay healthy for the most part my neuropathy is only getting worse.  my cashapp is “$Bigmoneymike928” I know the name it’s ironic because I now have little to no money. Anything will help thank you and God Bless🙏

Hello,

I am in the process of trying to get my life back on track after being unemployed for a year and now my only way of transportation is now non drivable, my phone is shut off due to non payment, drowning in my bills is an understatement. I am looking for help on getting a used car to get me to work and help on getting my phone turned back on. My phone bill is currently $1300(3 months of non full payments), my car has a cracked engine block so repairing it would be a new engine which is same cost as a used car.

 

https://paypal.me/morganlofgren

 

 

I already don’t have money for groceries or much of anything beside rent and keeping water/heat on.