Just looking for some financial help!!!

Moved to Florida in November 2023 from Denver Colorado, I’m almost 70 years old and just got tired of being COLD and Shoveling Snow.

Ever since I moved here things have not gone my way.

I got into a car accident March 2024 and totaled my little Honda Fit. Police gave me the ticket…But I got hit by a speeding car when I pulled out onto the lane. So I had to use my credit card to purchase a used car….2006 PT Cruiser. Seriously, nothing fancy.

Then in July 2024 I had a dental emergency when I cracked my front tooth. My mouth is a mess (missing many teeth) and I had to pay for a partial …. just so I could eat!! Had to charge this on my credit card. I really need implants…but you know how expensive that is!!! The Partial was EXPENSIVE TOO.

Then in Sept, I had to pay for a new fuel pump on my Cruiser…Credit Card.

Last Month I had to replace the Radiator Fan!

Last week, my brakes were squeaking…took it in… Needed major brake work on the front end and new brakes on the back end. Another add to the Credit card!!

My HOA has gone up 3X since I have been here – two years!!

Florida Power just increased their rate!!

Then my Mortgage on my house went up, due to an increase in State Taxes.

I am retired from the United States Air Force …. but I was enlisted. So my retirement paycheck is not that much.

I draw Social Security – but again… All this income goes to Mortgage, HOA, Grocery, Electric, Gas and credit card payments!!

I have been working part time as an Elementary School Crossing Guard going on one year. (Just trying to make ends meet!!!)

I recently have been troubled with pain in my right leg – having a lot of trouble just walking!! Went to the doctor and was diagnosed with Atherosclerotic calcification of femoropopliteal artery!!! Not Good!! With me now having trouble just walking around I can’t get a full-time job.

I just need a break!!

Oh, and let’s not forget the VET bill when I took my cat in for throwing up blood. Thank God she was ok…but another credit card charge. Another $1,500 plus!!

The total of all my Credit Cards are: $17,500!!!

PLEASE HELP!!!

DAMN: THE CHECK ENGINE LIGHT JUST CAME ON IN MY CAR ALONG WITH THE AIRBAG LIGHT.

WHAT NOW????

ANYTHING IS WELCOME. Thank You So Much in Advance!!

My PAYPAL ACCT IS: www.paypal.me/TerryVal5765

For over a decade, I have suspected that something was deeply wrong. I live with the gut-wrenching certainty that the truth was being kept from me, yet every attempt I made to uncover it was met with silence, rejection, or outright dismissal by Officials, County Workers, Police, Attorneys, Labs, Hospitals.

A person should be able to seek information about their own DNA, their own identity, and exercise their own rights-especially it being court ordered. This is not criminal court I am referring to, I am not a felon. This has to do with paternity.

But in this town, where power and privilege determine who gets answers, I have been denied even the most basic truths about my own life.

Whenever I questioned the results of a DNA test that changed everything, I was told my case, my DNA, was “locked” until my kids turn 18 years old, which they did say was very odd for a paternity test-but nonetheless they could not tell me anything more and hung up the phone. No answers to these burning questions I had from learning this. No explanation. No transparency. Just a wall of secrecy built to protect a single man who has used this system to his advantage for years.

And for years, I was left powerless- branded as crazy, ignored when I pleaded for help, and treated like my concerns were nothing more than a bitter woman’s refusal to accept reality.

But it was never about denial-it was about truth. It was about being treated fairly with rights as a citizen of the United States of America that I am.

For years I was forced to navigate this on my own, up against a system where everyone knows everyone, where professional and official ties are just an extension of family ties, where challenging the wrong person means getting nowhere, or worse, it tips off the person whom you do seek to challenge, and that gives them heads up. You only allow the ball to be in their court when it suits your strategy, controlled.

But then, more recently, the world changed. The arrival of AI and tools like ChatGPT, and unbiased sources of information all became available to me, at a small(large to me) fee, I was able to form a plan and execute cross-checking facts, pull records, and connect dots that had been deliberately scattered. And when I did, it became painfully clear-this was no mistake, this was no accident, this was deliberate.

The DNA test that was supposed to determine so much about my life and my children’s future wasn’t just flawed, it was manipulated, illegal, and intentionally protected by those who benefit from it. The sloppiness of how it was done, the blatant violations of civil rights, and the tangled web of professionals all linked by last name, marriage, or long-standing friendships prove one thing: this was a cover-up.

I am not from this town, or this state even. I am an outsider-an alien in a place where loyalty to “one of their own” means more than justice, truth, or the law.

And because of that, I was never supposed to figure this out. I was supposed to accept their version of reality, keep my mouth shut, and move on. But they underestimated me.

Even without support, without a single friend to call on, without a system willing to help me or do their jobs we trust in them to uphold, I have managed-on my own– to uncover exactly how this was orchestrated, who was involved, and where they went wrong. I now understand how deep this runs, and I know what must be done to undo it. But I cannot do it alone anymore.

I need legal representation. I need to go back to court. I need the means to fight against the corruption that has kept my children, and I oppressed-not just financially, but mentally, emotionally, and physically. The weight of this injustice has crushed three lives, holding us in a cycle of poverty, manipulation, and isolation.

I am asking for $22,875 to cover:

(1) Attorney fees – I need someone who isn’t tied to this town, someone who isn’t afraid to challenge the powerful people behind this.

(2) Court costs – Every legal step forward comes with fees designed to keep justice out of reach for the unwealthy.

(3) Travel expense – I have no reliable transportation, no one to turn to for help getting where I need to be. If I am not physically present, I cannot fight.

The damage done to me and my children cannot be undone, but it can stop here. With support, I can break free from this web that was designed to keep us trapped.

I am not just asking for donations-I am asking for people to stand with me, to support someone who has spent a decade fighting alone. I have a plan, I have the proof, and I finally have the knowledge to dismantle what was done. Now, all I need is help.

Please, if you can, contribute. Share this. Spread awareness. Because in a town where justice does not exist, I am fighting to bring it to light.

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I am a 44 year old mom of three and find myself Ina world of pain and, emotional and physical. Two of my kids are older, 26 and 23. The third one is only 14 but lives with her dad in another city. I’ll start with telling u that I have one half brother on my moms side. Yet I’m the black sheep of both my moms and dad’s side. None of my dads side talks to me and being all that’s left on my moms side, my brother, doesn’t talk to me at all anymore even though we r only 2 minutes away from each other. Back in 2014 I got pneumonia and ended up on life support for about a month. When I woke up i had no muscle tone. One day they put me in a hover lift which lifts me out of the bed, so they could change my bedding. They left me in it oo long I do believe. While recovering, I developed a bruise on my thigh. That bruise began to peel. Not knowing what it was and having ocd, I peeled it. Later I found out that that is the first sign of flesh eating bacteria. I got moved to a nursing home where my legs became very painful and my butt too. I developed black sores on my legs and eventually became unresponsive. So back to the hospital I went. The next morning I had surgery on my legs and hips and buttcheeks. I did later try to sue the hospital but failed because they put in my chart that it was skin breakdown. I was bed bound for 9 to 10 months having my bandages changed often and they had a wound vac on my legs for a bit after surgery. I was doing physical therapy and when I was strong enough,  I had to learn how to walk again. I also had skin graphs done. So basically that was a year of my life between the hospital and the nursing home. I’m left on SSI and unable to work because they will not allow me to go back to work without a doctors release.

I met Keith back in 2013 when my ex had kicked me out. I just never went back to that toxic relationship. I first lived with Keith and Mary. A month later Keith broke it off with Mary because of reasons other than me. After Keith moved out Mary kicked me out. Having nowhere to go I went to where Keith was. He let me sleep in his truck for three months. We have been together since. In 2017 he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. Later was diagnosed with A-fib, sleep apnea, and cold. As he got worse over time he was going in and out of the hospital more and more with him staying longer than the time before. This last time he was in the hospital and nursing   home a total of 5 months.  My apartment is a 4 bedroom apartment. Too big for what I need. Unfortunately we love to help people and so our friends who have become homeless, stay with us. Well we didn’t know these friends that well. They have stolen so much from us it isn’t funny. Recently Keith had been miserable with big blisters all over his legs. He told me not long agonth that he is tired of fighting to breathe and of being in the hospital. He didn’t want to die in the hospital. He wanted to Die at home and everyone near him knew that.  One night I went to bed. Then my roommate woke me up and Said he wasn’t breathing. By the time I  got to his bedroom and was trying to wake him up, I looked into his eyes and saw nothing. That’s when I realized he was cold. Then I knew that he was dead. The paramedics took only a minute or two to get there but they were unable to revive him. Here it is the end of the month and I’m left to come up with rent and utilities. My roommates help some but not like they should. I’m left living with people I do not trust or like very much come to find out. I can’t rely on them in a time of need. Emotionally or otherwise. I don’t have the heart to kick them out. So I’m looking to downsize to a small one bedroom apartment and have no one stay with me ever again. I’m realizing if I don’t have a better half, I don’t want to have roommates either. I want to focus on my grandkids and kids and maybe go back to school and  Take some art classes. I just want to keep what I do have and not get aggravated at anyone for being in my home. So it is me against the world. If u havent noticed, the world is not what it used to be.

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