Hello, my name is Francisco Lopez. I’m going to be brutally honest here because I have messed my life up very bad. I’m a one-year-clean ex-addict. I’ve been debating whether I should mention this detail or not for the last few hours because I don’t want you to ask, “What guarantee do we have that you won’t waste the money on drugs?” Well, this isn’t for me. It’s for my wife and son. Please, take the time to read this and I will do my best to convince you about the help I need. If I still have you with me by the end, then all help will be greatly appreciated. If you decide not to, I perfectly understand and it is appreciated that you even read until the end.
I was born in 1996. My biological mother was a user of drugs at the time. She was also very abusive and always left me at home alone while she went to a party with her friends. Also, I lived in Las Vegas. I mean, what did you expect?
I went through different households as my mother would re-marry every other man who would put up with her. Every man she married was an abusive ego-maniac. Always taking their rage on the helpless child. Physical abuse wasn’t the only abuse. My mother would always say that I was supposed to be aborted or that I was supposed to be a girl, that God promised her a little girl.
When I was about 11 years old, my mother committed a fraud in which she had to leave the country or face jail time. I had no legal guardian that would take care of me so I had no choice but to go with her and her husband.
I came to Peru, her native country. Here I learned Spanish and I learned how to run most of my adult life. It was also here where I became addicted. Year after year, my mother tried getting rid of me. Legally, she couldn’t, but that never stopped her.
In the year 2015, I was 19 years old. I had just finished school and I was trying to land a job so I could leave and become independent. I was also suicidal. One night, I got into a very serious fight with my mother and I went home. I remember having a friend’s gun hidden inside of a shoebox at the bottom of my closet. I was planning to go and just end it because I was tired of being a burden.
I got home and walked up to the door of the building I lived in. I was looking for my keys and I realized that I had forgotten them. I was distraught at the idea of having to live another day so I sat down on the front step and started sobbing. Some woman hears me and comes up to me. She looks at me and says in Spanish, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
I was so defeated that I just blurt almost everything that I wrote here. She was with her two daughters and just stared at me the whole time. I figured that I was disturbing them so I got up. Then the lady got out a key and opened the door. As it turned out, they were renting the apartment one floor up from mine. I felt embarrassed about what I had done. Regardless, she invited me over to dinner.
That was the beginning of my new life. As a brother, father, and lover. This woman took me into her household one week later. She would educate me on the things that I didn’t understand because of the life I had. Now, here’s the thing. I am NOT a saint. I have been ungrateful, rude, and such a horrible person to this woman over these last five years. She’s still with me to this day.
As time passed, I started… falling in love. At first, everyone said that I was taking advantage of the fact that this woman had money. I mean, a lot of money. But also, I was a very selfish person. I was living in a very confused state of withdrawal and re-education. On top of all this, a possible mental illness.
This woman is the one in the title picture. I am the young man carrying the baby and he is my son. That’s another story. My wife, as I always refer to her, basically adopted her eldest son’s girlfriend after he impregnated her and left. One day, this kid looked at me and started saying, “Papa! Papa!” I didn’t know how to react. He wouldn’t let go of me. I started getting attached to the kid. Then I saw his biological mother pinching him to get my wife’s attention on “baby tips” and I immediately took the baby away from her. All I could think of was how similar this woman was to my mother. How this boy would grow up under much of the same abuse if I didn’t act now. I took him to my room and now I have a son. I believe that sexual intercourse, pregnancy, and birth does not make you a parent. Loving and caring for the child does.
Then I got a job working as a Customer Service Interpreter. My fifth job, I believe, and the best paying one. I had the chance to give back all this woman has given me. I got back into drugs at this job. I got to the point where I would repeat out loud, “I have to go to work, I have to go to work,” while I searched for more dope. I didn’t get fired. I almost got a raise. I quit for another reason I will touch in a little bit.
But because I would spend time not working, my wife’s savings started to dwindle. I had made the promise to get us back up on our feet but I was failing. Of course, I felt and always will feel horrible because of what I did. I will never forgive myself for these acts. They were never worth what came next.
Then she had a heart attack. She found out she was a Celiac. And she confessed to me that she has a brain tumor. All this happened almost at the same time. I may be an ignorant person, but I will always believe her.
Now, these days, I’m facing potential legal problems from a situation that occurred while I was stupefied by narcotics and I can’t find a job anywhere. I’m trying to open up my options as best I can by learning coding. But every day that passes, we spend a little more money on milk and foods. I haven’t had one bit of luck. Plus, I have to constantly be taking care of my son and my wife. I can’t leave them. I need a remote job but I haven’t gotten anything yet.
I always said I wasn’t taking advantage of her wealth. Now that she doesn’t have one cent thanks to my mistakes, I still will not betray her. I will stay until the absolute end and I will complete my promise.
The reason I came here today is because I am desperate. I have to pay for a doctor for my wife who’s health is gradually getting worse. I have to buy enough food and diapers and household items. I have to pay for so many things that are coming up soon. I thought I would get a job by then but so far nothing. I wouldn’t come here unless I am out of every option. I would never ask for money if I could work for it. That’s why I’m here.
I ask of you, please, help me fix my family’s life. Help me undo my wrong doings. I need money to support my family during my job search. All the money will be spent only for my family. Every cent, I will not profit from anything. Only food and medical services will be purchased.
I am completely desperate. Everything is my fault and that has marked me for so long. I don’t want them to suffer anymore because of my mistakes. I want to give back what was given to me and this will give me time to build my second chance.
In all honesty, I will need around $5000 to cover medical bills and food costs. It’s no goal, I’m just estimating. Even if I raise $500 only, I will be grateful.
Every cent, every single cent will be deeply and greatly appreciated. I promise that if this request is fulfilled, I will do everything in my power to help anyone in need once I have the resources. Thank you for at least reading my story. God bless you.
My PayPal account is: paypal.me/LopezRo248