To whom ever decides to read my story,

As an introduction to my reason for stooping to the level of asking, or in this case, I suppose I should use the word ‘begging’ for help, first off I want to say thank you for taking the time to read my story. I will do my best to keep it straight to the point and give my word to hold integrity throughout this whole letter.
A little about myself, in order to provide a background of who is behind  these words. My name is Alesha, I would prefer to keep anonymous for personal reasons, however its asked
I provide my PayPal at the end of this request letter. So, Who am I? I am a mother of 2 awesome children, ages 11 and 4, going on 17… both of them. It’s a joke, however, seems to be that way most of the time. I swear kids just keep getting smarter and smarter. This is a wonderful thing, except when your four year old starts to question the made up story I’ve been telling, about where Daddy is.  “ Daddy was sent on a long mission by his job, where he helps provide firewood for the people who can not afford it, and delivers it to make sure everyone stays warm.” Sure, it sounds like a silly story, but you try telling a precious, and innocent little girl that her Daddy, who is also innocent- yet in a different manner, is in Prison. “ Doesn’t he work near Santa’s house? I heard he was helping him get stuff ready for Christmas, is that true ?” Said jokingly by my 11 year old boy, during a time I was answering my daughter’s questions about where her Daddy went. “ No Kason, he is not working near or with Santa.” I said while giving him the dreaded “look” that Mom’s come equip with from the start.
You see, the story I have to tell could be made into a best selling novel, and may be eventually. But unfortunately without an ending, there is no story. Until there is, I’ll hold off on writing a book. The truth is, my husband has been convicted of two felonies, Robbery and False Imprisonment. Convicted by a rigged jury, and set up by a man who holds title, and power within the police force, throughout the state, and possibly nationwide. Due to his previous work with the FBI as well as local enforcement, let’s just say he has some pull. Due to the nature of this case, and to keep myself and my children safe, I can’t say too much. So, knowing too much about the wrong person, typically isn’t something ANY of us want, but it it just so happens to be you to figure out that there may be some dirt on someone who holds precedence within this community, I suggest you keep it to yourself, unless you want to be put away, with fears of it being for good. That is what is happening with my husband, and my life. The money I had saved up as emergency money, I felt the need to get an attorney to handle the appeal. Twenty-five thousand dollars is the going rate, starting out. They needed a retainer of $10,000, which I gave them $12,000 that day, that’s all I had. Since February, when I first found the attorney, and put down the retainer, I have only been able to make one payment, of $200. They’re wanting more money, and I fully understand why, but I feel that seeing I haven’t paid more, the quality of work is bare minimum. This doesn’t do us any good and I’m afraid the money I have invested so far will be a waste, and no help will be done to set him free. However, they have filed the appeal and think that they could get one year off of a sentence which anything would be wonderful at this point. He’s already done one year in prison, and before this, he did a year in county jail for this case. Most people don’t believe me when I tell them the jury was rigged, however, when requesting the transcripts from the courthouse, they failed to provide all documentation of jury selection, or anything to do with the jury. There was a second demand sent out from our attorney  demanding the clerk produced these missing documents, and they were never produced. I don’t know about you all but if this doesn’t scream, red flag, I don’t know what would. Although these documents are missing, most people still hold their faith in our system and refuse to believe us, when we explain why we are not surprised they are missing, and that we actually expected something like this to occur.
After a year with my financial partner, one who paid a majority of the household bills, being gone, I don’t know how I’ve made it this far. I’m resourceful, and know how to make things last, and have enough street smarts instilled in me that I have tthe ability to make a dollar outta 15 cents. Although lately I’m burnt out, stressed out and feeling like I’m drowning and I don’t know what else to do. My daughter is beginning to show behavioral changes and having more fits and acting out in ways she never has, and my motherly instinct tells me it has a lot to do with her daddy being gone. Both of my kids are gifted, says the school not just me lol my son knows, and he still keeps a secret with me, but my daughter I think she’s starting to figure something out so after many audiobooks of parenting and how to handle the situation that we are in and how other families decided to handle it with their children, I’m debating on whether or not to let her know what’s really going on or do I keep going with the story of her daddy  only being gone because of his work needing him to be while continuously reiterating the fact of it, not being his choice, but an obligation, and if it was up to him, he would be here with us.
so today I write this letter, asking for help. And doing so I want to provide the words that I would only be doing this if I felt had no other option. PG&E, propane, both of them have been shut off, and I managed to get them, turned back on. However, yet again, I’m facing shut off. I have applied for every credit card known to man, and each one I was shockingly approved for have been maxed out. It sounds worse than it is I think because my allowance for each credit card is only about $200 due to my credit score which continues to go down and down down because I can’t make my monthly payments even I was laid off work and have been searching for a job while going to school. I attended university, striving for my bachelors and business. Meanwhile, doing online sales for my side work. It was enough money at one point but now that I don’t have the second income from my husband  I am hurting bad. Normally, I love the holidays and yet year number two I’m dreading them. my daughters birthday, where she’ll be five this year is five days before Christmas. Ouch, that one’s a doozy. Not like children need that many toys and gifts and I try to keep teaching my children that it’s not all about the Toys and Christmas is deeper meaning Than the superficial Santa story, which my daughter has been questioning telling me, she doesn’t believe in Santa. I’m not surprised like I said, children are being born smarter, each new batch of them, and with surveillance cameras and just the technology we have today the whole Santa story I know it’s going to go soon, but I still try to keep the imagination in the fun and the spirit of Christmas going the best I can, and so far I’ve done a great job. Any help I can get is going to be appreciated, and the money will be put into the right places where I’m lacking funds to keep our home, keep power on, and the attorney fees. I have to put my Home before the attorney fees because my children and myself with our dog and two cats cannot end up living in my car. I’m doing my best to get a job or two meanwhile juggle school in order to take care of everything, I’m supposed to be taken care of  but don’t know if I’ll be able to pull it off without some help.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. I really do appreciate it and if anybody is able to help me out, I’ll be forever grateful.
cash tag: $makeitminellc or $moneybagzfromrags (which is my husbands account I made
For him, seeing he worked his way out of homelessness to provide a life for me and our kids, before he got wrongfully accused and sent to prison) I am his power of
Attorney and am legally allowed to have control of his financial institutions, as well as most everything else.

My PayPal
Me is www.PayPal.me/AndersonAlesha