I would like to get away from the big trucks I have been and out of these thing going on 58 years. I have made some financial mistakes in days gone by and that has not helped. My previous employer took almost a month of my pay checks. That took almost 6 months to catch up. And my health is beginning to take a toll from some much driving. How much longer can I go I really don’t know but I will go until I can go no more.

Being gone all the time I have little free time for me it is work 7 days a week either in the truck or at home. When my wife is sick I give her what time I have and got to go. Here of late she has had kidney stones but I still have to work. As for me I am beginning to wonder if there is a way out of all this, I just don’t know. If it wasn’t  for my 2 little dogs as companions out here on the road life would be more than difficult.

Hello reader. Welcome to my post, I’m glad you’re here.
My name is Pam, I’m currently 20 years old. I was contemplating and thinking if this was worth trying. But after exhausting every option, I feel like I’ll never achieve what means most to me, due to financially being incapable of it. I know that many others are in my shoes, but I’m such a dreamer… And I believe someone out there knows what that is like. Many have the opportunities and doors open for them to take when they work hard to live their dream. But what if the door to yours never existed?… To put this more in detail,

My mother passed away when I was 2, my father left me for alcohol shortly after. Because I was never adopted the world was my home… I currently moved 6 states from my “Famililar-Life”to try to live it in a new perspective … It was the scariest thing I’ve done. And now I’m afraid of finances and never being able to venture out further. I just want to start paying off my debts to buy the tools I need for my artistic passion. Especially while my mind is still bright, young, and motivated. I want to make the world a brighter place. Please help me get there. Money isn’t happiness by any means. But the oppurtunity to do what you love is.
There are plenty of photos in this post to show what some of my artist side is. I’m hoping one day I can buy enough tools to become a body painter or musician artist/teacher.

Hello reader. Possibly someone to donate. Welcome to my post, I’m glad you’re here.
My name is Pam, I’m currently 20 years old. I was contemplating and thinking if this was worth trying. But after exhausting every option, I feel like I’ll never achieve what means most to me, due to financially being incapable of it. I know that many others are in my shoes, but I’m such a dreamer… And I believe someone out there knows what that is like. Many have the oppurtunites and doors open for them to take when they work hard to live their dream. But what if the door to yours never existed?… To put this more in detail,
My mother passed away when I was 2, my father left me for alcohol shortly after. Because I was never adopted the world was my home… I currently moved 6 states from my “Famililar-Life”to try to live it in a new perspective … It was the scariest thing I’ve done. And now I’m afraid of finances and never being able to venture out further. I just want to start paying off my debts to buy the tools I need for my artistic passion. Especially while my mind is still bright, young, and motivated. I want to make the world a brighter place. Please help me get there. Money isn’t happiness by any means. But the oppurtunity to do what you love is.
There are plenty of photos in this post to show what some of my artist side is. I’m hoping one day I can buy enough tools to become a body painter.

www.paypal.com/pamelaG20

I am here today to ask for a donation because I would like to donate to another big community. They are huge help to many people that live around me. They have a huge warm and helping home for everyone. I want to donate to this server and buy some specialist ranks to get a higher performance level on the donation ranks. I have always wanted to help out and by getting more money to the donation place from a certain person you can get a higher rank. You can get a super high rank some known as “VIP”, “VIP+”, and some Tiers 1-6. As you can see I am super hopeful you will be able to donate some money to hopefully around $15. I have always wanted to help and if i can get this done. Then I will be very helpful to a multiple of people. Including children to teens and adults alike. I have always wanted to help and strive for a better future for everyone alike. I want to donate to this server and buy some specialist ranks to get a higher performance level on the donation ranks. I have always wanted to help out and by getting more money to the donation place from a certain person you can get a higher rank. I have always wanted to help and if i can get this done. Then I will be very helpful to a multiple of people. I can’t wait to see if I can get my donation done. You can get a super high rank some known as “VIP”, “VIP+”, and some Tiers 1-6. As you can see I am super hopeful you will be able to donate some money to hopefully around $15. They are huge help to many people that live around me. They have a huge warm and helping home for everyone. Then I will be very helpful to a multiple of people. Including children to teens and adults alike. I have always wanted to help and strive for a better future for everyone alike. I want to donate to this server and buy some specialist ranks to get a higher performance level on the donation ranks. I have always wanted to help and strive for a better future for everyone alike. I want to donate to this server and buy some specialist ranks to get a higher performance level on the donation ranks.

I am doing this cause we have run out of options. I am a hard working family man that has come on hard times. I have two small children and a wife who is a stay at home so I’m the sole bread winner in the house. My wife is a stay at home mom due to the fact of my work schedule I have travel nearly a hour to get to my job and work 12 hr shifts this is because of where I live there isn’t any decent paying jobs. I make a decent enough income but due to me being injured recently I lost a lot of that from having to be off work. No matter how much overtime I get it seems that we are falling further and further behind. The financial strain on us has produced a lot of bad feelings between my wife and I to the point of being on the verge of a divorce. We still love each other very much but it’s difficult for us a lot due to the amount of time I have to spend away from my family due to working so much. We are the type of people that will help anyone anytime so I am doing this in hopes that karma, God,good fortune,luck or whatever you believe in will show its face in our favor for once. I’m not going to give any specifics about myself or my family simply because this is embarrassing but I’m desperate if you don’t donate I completely understand but for once I hope that we can receive the same kindness and generosity that we have givin to so many other complete strangers.Like I said I am employed but we have just fallen on hard times. And if we are fortunate enough to receive help in our current situation we will pay this favor foreword. In the world we live in today there are so many con artists,liars,and people who just want a handout I can assure I am none of these I am honest hard working and  deeply devoted to my family that’s why I am doing this. paypal.me/jellybelly0531

Hello and thanks for taking the time to click and read my story. The picture is ofe and my dad at my kindergarten graduation. I’ll begin by introducing myself. My name is April and I’m 34 years old. I have 2 children both of whom are boys age 7 and 17 years old. On June 23rd my father passed away with stage 4 small cell carcinoma lung cancer. He had just turned 62 in May. My dads cancer was terminal and fast acting so all we could do is put our faith in God and so we did and we prayed all day everyday but unfortunately it was his time to go. My dad knew he was dying and stated that he was healed rather it was here on earth or up in heaven. So he was ready even tho I wasnt. He stayed so strong and kept his faith through out it all. No matter what I did I couldnt prepare myself for when that time would come. The day he passed took everything from me, my heart, my soul, my whole being. I have reached the point where I have lost my will to live. Im pushing my loved ones away, I dont talk to my friends or anyone for that matter in fear of not being able to control my emotions. I just feel hopeless. The other night I had a dream about my dad and it felt so real that I didnt want to wake up, in my dream he asked me if “I remembered our plans about traveling the world together and all the fun we would have crossing each state line taking pics and being goofy” of course I did, that was our(my dad & me) dream to pack up and just go with no certain destination just pick north, south, east or west and head out. I feel that my dream was a sign from my dad trying to help me cope. So Ive decided to pull myself together and hope and pray that I can get the funds to travel the world in my dads memory and would greatly appreciate any and all help. The house I’m renting is being sold so I’ll have to move soon,I have nowhere to really go so I’m hoping I can raise the funds to pack up and just start traveling all over the world with my children. My dad loved the mountains and western type atmospheres so in his memory my trip around the world and going from state to state. The first destination would be somewhere like Montana or Colorado (my dad and I talked about going to one of those states first when he was still alive) I know alot of people make things up just to try and use/get things out of others but I can assure you I am not that type of person. I can show you documentation of my fathers passing as well as his cancer diagnosis along with other info if needed. If you can please find it in your heart to help I would be forever greatful and would love to keep you posted along my journey. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story

paypal.me/AprilStivers

When I was 16 years old I was taking away from everything I’ve ever known. Family most importantly and taken half way across the world. I had to start a new life with no friends and no family besides my parents. I became depressed and got severe anxiety. Fast forward a few years and my parents split up. We had moved half way across the world just for them to split up. I had to drop out of college to get a full time job to support myself because at this time I was 18. I wanted to go home. I couldn’t. I had a few bad relationships and then I met the man of my dreams. Two kids and a marriage later. We recently we able to go visit my family back in England after 14 years of not seeing them. I realized how much I need to be with them. How my kids need to grow up with them in their lives. There is nothing here. Our lives have become stagnant and there is no growth. We will have a bigger support system and a fresh start at life. But with struggling pay check to pay check we have zero way to save any money to make that happen. We need a visa for my husband, passports for my kids, flights, and packing our stuff. But that excludes all our bills we have to pay for before we move and money to save so we can actually live once we get there. I know there are other out there that situations are worse off than ours but this is a case of wanting to be with family and if we were to do this ourselves it will be too late to move because I’m not putting my kids through the same thing I went through. Thank you.

paypal link- paypal.me/JNelan

Before I get into my story, I want to make it a point that I set this monetary goal for myself two years ago. Two years ago I had a car and it was easier to get things done. You will soon find out why I no longer have a car and how relying on Lyft to get around has been so expensive. When I set this goal two years ago I never would have imagined the consistent series of unfortunate events. Even though I always make it through, I truly feel as though the events that transpired on 7/31/2018 was truly the last of my set backs. I had set similar goals in the past with no issue but the last two years have made me feel absolutely cursed. I keep telling myself that everything happens for a reason and I honestly believe it with all my heart. If I dont at least secure my domain name, business license, P.O. Box and laptop, I will be crushed beyond belief. I can provide proof to any part of my story upon request, I just did not want to upload them publically since since they were graphic photos of domestic violence injuries, medical reports and court documents but please feel free to ask because the story you are about to read is not some dark comedy where the main character endures everything with a joke and a smile on her face….this has been my life. There have been many tears cried and many breakdowns had but I make it a point to smile everyday and find something, no matter how small, of what I’m grateful for.

Warning: This is might be a long read (took me over two hours to type out on my phone) but I could not leave anything out. I needed to explain the last two years of my trials and tribulations and the reason for request

As to not violate any rules , i will not post the name of my project but I will tell you where I got the inspiration for it and the struggle I have had to keep it alive (once I at least file the business license and secure the domains I will disclose the name of my project…noticed I said “Once” and not “if” because if implies that I might fail and that’s not an option for me) What originally started out as a hobby making shirts for dogs turned into so much more. Let me tell you, trying to keep a project alive that you are 100% dedicated to while trying to persevere through all the setbacks is absolutely heart wrenching and I’m trying to keep it together as i type this. I’m not sure if it’s required but I can provide proof for any part of this story I am about to tell so if the mods or anyone can let me know what I need to do.

This project of mine started a little over two years after I lost my best friend of 12 years, when I began training my then pup for therapeutic purposes to help me get through sleep paralysis and night terrors along with helping me through hyper-vigilante episodes. Unfortunately during this time, I was also in a highly abusive relationship that felt impossible to leave because the safety of my dog was always held over my head. My dog, Zeus, is an Amstaff Terrier; or better known as a “pitbull”. He is the only reason I made it out of that relationship alive. The catalyst for me finally being able to escape was when my ex had lied about paying rent and becoming evicted as a resulted. We rented an AirBnB for a couple of weeks while we tried to figure stuff out. I found out I was pregnant despite taking birth control and when i told my ex, he yelled asking how I could let that happen amongst other things. When i turned to walk away, he punched me in my shoulder blade area and the pain was enough to knock me to the ground. I crawled to the bathroom and locked the door. When it was quiet enough, I felt safe enough to open the door. He was waiting for me and I saw a look in his eyes I had never seen. I ran down the hall as fast as I could and locked the door behind me. Zeus was in the room with me. It didn’t even matter that the door was locked because no less than a few second later I saw his fist come through the door and he was tearing through it like it was made of tissue paper. A part of me accepted that this is how I was going to die. He tried grabbing me and I was trying to get away, I tried to jump over the bed, he grabbed my foot and started punching me over and over in the thighs and legs so I wouldn’t  be able to run away. Zeus jumped on the bed and on top of me and started barking at him. Zeus caused him to hesitate for a split second which allowed me to get away but unfortunately Zeus also got punched in the head as a result. I had no idea his friends were even there but they are the ones that pulled him off of me, and one was pushing me out the door telling me I needed to leave before the cops came. I couldnt find Zeus, I was dazed, hurt and processing what was happening so I called my mom and unloaded the truth to her. She told me to walk away for my safety that she was coming for me, my ex was afraid of the cops so he actually stole my car and left. When my mom got there, she ushered me into her car while she said she called the cops and reported the car stolen. No less than 5 minutes later his friend returns my car and my mom has her friend follow her back to her house with me. I’m screaming for Zeus because I couldnt find him. If emotional pain could kill I would have died that very moment I was driving away without Zeus.

A few hours later my ex texted me and said he found Zeus. At this point I knew he was going to use Zeus to manipulate me into going back. At this point in time, I didnt care what happened to me, I NEEDED Zeus back. He stood up for me and in my mind, it was my turn to fight for him. She drove me to urgent care because I had a moment of clarity and wanted my injuries documented. Once we got back to my moms, I was crying and told my mom i was so sorry, I needed to go back for Zeus and I didnt expect her to understand. At that point in time, I figured that as long as I was with Zeus and was a “good girl” I would come up with a plan for Zeus and I to escape. I grabbed my car keys and left back to him.

Keep in mind we were at an AirBnB. They told whatever lie they needed to the cops to make them think it was just something little that was blown out of proportion. Our stay was up at the AirBnB and we still had no place to go, but I had Zeus so i didn’t care. After the owners left a bad review on my profile stating it “appeared a violent incident had happened because the bed was broken and there was blood on the wall”. There was no mention of the door because I found out they replaced it themselves at Home Depot.

My ex arranged for us to stay at his friends house. We dropped our stuff and Zeus off and I drove us in my car to go get food. I was on the freeway, my ex showed me some weird text he received in Spanish, and in the split second I looked down, I rear ended the car in front of me and ended up totaling my car. My ex was yelling at me saying I needed to hurry up and leave and I just remember not being able to move because I was in so much pain. First responders arrived and took me to the hospital. I remember the ultimate panic I felt when I saw the ambulance doors close on my ex. I just wanted Zeus. I knew that he had no more use for me: he got me evicted from my apartment he was staying at, his controlling way cost me a management position I had at T-mobile so I was jobless, he drained me of every last penny and now he didn’t have my car to use. 

I was released to my mother. As a result of the accident, I lost my baby at 12 weeks. That’s all i wish to speak about that because i still struggle with the guilt and emptiness. As expected communication got less and less and when I asked about MY dog, I received a “fuck you Zeus is mine” in response. The next day a police officer showed up to my moms and asked for me. HE SERVED ME WITH A RESTRAINING ORDER and the specifics he listed were as follows “I fear for my life because she is making false allegations of abuse to try and get me sent back to prison (he told me he went to prison for a weed charge,  I was dumb enough to not follow up because he actually went a few times for armed robbery and aggravated assault), she is trying to take my service dog Zeus away from me and she is calling my place of employment non-stop (he’s a tattoo artist and ended up securing a spot at a shop)”. I told the cop it was bullshit to look at my bruises for himself and he said all he could suggest was to fight it and serve him with one. 

What proceeded next was the longest month of my life. On the restraining order was the address i was instructed to stay away from: i knew in my heart that’s where Zeus was. A victim services program was able to help me write a statement and ask a judge to provide me with a protective order. The judge told me that under Arizona Statues I was able to also add Zeus to the restraining order since it was a domestic violence case. I was advised to not mention the restraining order I was served in another jurisdiction as the judge may tell me to plead my case to that judge and this might be the only opportunity I had to get Zeus back. 

In the early hours of August 5th, 2016, Mesa PD met me to serve the restraining order at the address on the bogus protective order he served me with. They told me there was a chance I may not get Zeus because they couldn’t force him to hand him over. After almost a month of being without Zeus i was down to the final minutes as I saw the cops walk around the corner to serve him. The next ten minutes felt like forever until I saw one of the cops walking out with Zeus on his leash. We ran towards each other like a scene out of a movie. I cant describe how I felt having Zeus back. The second he jumped in the car I promised that no matter what I would never leave him again and I would always fight for him until the day I died.

I went to court at the date and time listed on the restraining order he served me because even though I had Zeus back, I didnt want that showing up on any background checks. He showed up as well to dispute his. He presented his case to the judge and gave me the opportunity to defend myself. Remember my moment of clarity at the beginning of my story? I told the judge my allegations of abuse were not false and I showed him the medical records of the documented injuries and pictures. He turned white and had nothing to say. I told the judge I did not know what “service dog” he was referring to, that I just had my dog who was not recognized under the American Disability Association (this detail is important for the next part of my story), and he couldn’t prove that it was or wasn’t me calling his shop (it wasn’t). The judge dropped the restraining order against me and upheld the one I served him with. 

It was finally over, I was free to move forward with my life (or so I thought). I was not prepared for the aftermath of the physical and psychological trauma I endured. I developed PTSD and was convinced at any moment he was going to show up and kill me and my family and Zeus. I was afraid to sleep, I was constantly checking the security feeds. It was during this time that it really hit me that my best-friend/soulmate/sister was dead. I really needed her. I felt alone. Zeus was my only comfort. He laid on top of me during anxiety attacks, he somehow knew when I was having a night terror/sleep paralysis episode and would lick the tears off of my face until I woke up and came out of it. The hyper-vigilance combined with sleep deprivation was the worst because I started hearing mumbled voices and my ex. I taught him a “who’s there” command when I heard voices to see if he heard them too, if he didn’t and returned to a relax state I was able to calm down and tell myself it wasn’t real. I was left alone at my moms while everyone was at work and I was afraid to be alone. Which lead me to then teach him “go find them” and he would check the house for me before I entered or a closet or a room to make sure no one was there. 

I was having a hard time holding onto the crappy job I got because I went from being in management to working in a call center and I lost my drive for a lot of things. When I was diagnosed with PTSD I was given medication that made me feel worse. I explained to my doctor that I didnt want to be medicated because Zeus was helping me cope. He accepted him as part of my treatment and as a recognized medical intervention for PTSD. My mom didn’t understand the diagnosis because I had never been in the military or been to war.

It was then that it hit me and I wanted to evolve my hobby into something so much more. I did some research and found out that domestic violence victims are diagnosed with PTSD at a higher rate than those in that served in the military. And it’s no secret that Bully Breeds are the most understood breed as they are always labeled as aggressive and unpredictable. Zeus saved my life and is the reason I get up somedays. 

So here we have domestic violence victims that are often judged and misunderstood (“why didn’t you just walk out the first time he put hands on you?” “You’re stupid for staying”), a PTSD diagnosis that’s highly misunderstood and disregarded (“bad things happen to everyone you need to get over it” “just change the way you think”) and a breed that’s also misunderstood and ridiculed (“your dog is going to hurt or kill someone one day” “your dog is aggressive and it’s only a matter of time before he turns on you”) how could I turn this problem into a solution that would allow me to still use my creativity that was dying with each passing day? 

The answer had been literally right next to me the whole time. When the victim services advocate tried to comfort me enough to open up to me about the whole truth, she gave me a blanket. She said people either make them or donate them to give to victims to provide comfort. And that’s what I wanted to do. BLANKETS.

So I got motivated enough to put more effort into my shitty job so I could save up the money for the things I’ve lost to help me start this. I had a plan to create a website showcasing stories about Bully Breeds shattering their negative stereotypes, I wanted to make these comfort blankets because not only was it therapeutic to me to stay busy but i want to provide any comfort I could to domestic violence survivors. I wrote down a monetary number goal and started working towards it.

Well, no more than a month and a half later i got a call at work from my sister telling me I needed to come home because Zeus wasn’t acting right and that he appeared to be very sick. My heart sank and I called a Lyft as fast as I could since my car was still totaled. Zeus did not look how he did when i left him that morning. He was drooling and vomiting so I took him to the emergency vet. At the time i wasnt too concerned because he had all his shots. Well, even though he was considered a vaccinated adult dog, he managed to still contract parvo. My heart sank and I asked the vet “ok so where do we go from here?” She said he needed to stay in the hospital for a few days and explained the cost. I broke down. I didnt have thousands of dollars and even knowing my ex ruined my credit, i still applied for their credit program in vain and got denied. She then proceeded to tell me how with parvo, he would soon start shedding the inside lining of his stomach, and he would be in unable to eat or drink and how he had a high chance of going septic and dying. She told me that euthanasia was a human option. I fell to my knees and just cried. It wasn’t real. I begged her to tell me it wasn’t real. She left the room. So there i was alone in the room with a dying Zeus. I told her that I was just trying to get my life together and had only managed to save $600 at my $10/hr job. I begged her to please do something.

She told me he would need a lot of monitoring and care and said she would give me fluid IV bags, sterile needles, antibiotics and syringes to feed him a liquid diet of ensure. She asked if I was willing to learn how to administer his IV but that she couldn’t provide any promise that he would survive since she suspected he has been ill with the virus for at least a few days before showing. I told her I made a promise to him that I would fight for him and I didnt plan on breaking that promise any time soon. So I handed over all the money i had managed to save. I didnt think twice, I didnt care. As we left the vet he threw up in their hallway. I looked him in his eyes and told him I loved him more than anything and that he needed to trust me that he was going to be okay. I was going to fix this somehow.

I called off of work for two weeks, explained my situation and told them I understood if they needed to fire me. 

I turned my room into a makeshift infirmary and in between his IV sessions, administering his medications, feeding him with a syringe and carrying him outside to use the restroom, I laid on the floor right next to him and didn’t leave his side. After the 5th day my sister came in and told me I needed to shower and eat. I explained to her I couldnt leave his side, I didnt even realize it had been five days. Around the 8th day he woke me up by dropping his toy on my face. It was the first time in nearly two weeks that he was standing on his own. I knew that was his way of telling me he was feeling better and needless to say he pulled thru and survived.

After being flat broke again I needed a change of scenery. I had started talking to an old friend from college who offered me his spare bedrooom and no cost until i got back on my feet.  It was a nice area so I said why not. I moved in, got a job almost right away and then landed an at home position I had been trying to obtain for nearly three years. I had started dating again and saving money and still was trying to work towards my goal but my first couple of paychecks went towards a bed since I had been sleeping on a blow up mattress. I bought myself makeup after having next to none for nearly a year a small 27 inch TV and some new clothes because I needed some bad. I even started paying half of the rent because he was suddenly having money issues. We’ll call my roommate Robert. Robert had seemed different and kind of off but I just brushed it off as quirky weirdness. I brought a date home and we were in my room talking and I excused myself because I needed to pee. I hear Robert yell at the guy I brought home “you think you can fuck my girlfriend, huh?!” And HE PULLED A KNIFE ON HIM. I was mortified but more embarrassed than anything because Robert was just not the intimidating type, even with a knife in his hand. My date said he didn’t know what weird shit was going on but he wasn’t down so he left. I didnt even care to explain, I called the cops. I filed a report and the cops told me that since I wasnt on the lease that we were at risk of getting evicted because sub-leasing is illegal in my state (I didnt know). I told Robert that I was going to move out I just needed time to save money to move back towards where I moved from. He apologized and said he had been meaning to tell me for a while that he loved me and he didn’t want me to leave. I told him I didnt feel the same way, he tried to hug me but Zeus lunged off the couch and placed himself between us because he sensed my uneasiness. I told him in order for me to save that I couldnt pay my half of the rent ($750) anymore but I would help with what I could including groceries. I was disappointed in him and asked him to just please stay on his side of the apartment and away from me as I didnt trust him. He obliged and I felt bad because of how sad he looked…but it did not excuse his behavior of pulling a knife. Fast forward three months and I’m still saving up and doing my own thing and i started talking as just-friends-only to my Lyft driver to took me to jack n the box one day. After a few weeks of talking he asked if we could actually hang out and get to know each other. I said yes. I told my roommate Robert that I was going to be having company over and that we would be quiet since I knew he worked in the morning and we were probably just going to watch a move. Alex, my lyft driver/date showed up and we were talking for hours, sipping drinks and having a genuine good time. All of a sudden Robert storms out of his room and says “I cant sleep I so I think I’ll just watch TV with you guys”. I already knew what was happening and grabbed Alex by the hand and told him let’s just finish watching the movie in my room. Robert starts throwing stuff at the wall and acting insane. Alex asked if he had something wrong with him because of how he looked and talked and I said I honestly didn’t know and explained what happened to the last guy I brought over. I was scared he was going to leave like the last one but he needed to know. Alex offered to stay the night since I was off the next day and he wanted me to feel safe. I said sure. Every time Alex walked outside to smoke, Robert would lock the door behind him. Alex said he didn’t feel comfortable leaving me alone so he said to come out, meet his friends and have a good time. I went into Roberts room and told him I was leaving for the night and that Zeus was already taken care of and asleep on my bed. I had the time of my life. I met his friends, played video games and cards against humanity. As the night was turning into morning Alex said he was hungry and tired and I said me too. He explained that he was actually moving right next to his cousins (where We partied) in a couple days. He offered to take me home because of Zeus and said that I was more than welcome to get some sleep at his friends place where he was crashing until he moved in. I declined. He asked if he could walk me upstairs and go on a walk with me and Zeus before he left. I said sure. I was happy. He was growing on me and Zeus loved him too. Alex accepted me for my past struggles with no judgement. We both expressed an interest in each other but said we weren’t really looking for anything serious. Well, after our walk, we went inside and Robert was slamming dishes and I think Alex saw how nervous I was getting considering my past. He approached Robert and said “dude come one, what’s wrong. Man to man tell me what is wrong.” Robert blurted out “you’re fucking me ex”. 

I nearly choked on my water. I had reached my wits end. I yelled at Robert and asked him why he was lying and told him he had some serious mental issues he needed to address. I was in his doorway and didn’t see he kicked the door closed behind him with his foot. The door hit me in the eye. Alex saw, and jumped up and said he was going to show him what happened to guys who put their hands on females. It was WAY too much…was this really happening? What is my life. I pushed Alex back and told him to calm down that I genuinely believed it was an accident. Alex told me he wasn’t going to tell me what to do but highly suggested I just grabbed a few things for myself and Zeus and that I was more than welcome to go back with him to his friends. I really wanted to. But I was so exhausted I said I think everyone just needed sleep.

Fast forward to the next day, Alex called me and said he thinks one of his drunk passengers he had a few words with reported him because he got a notification  he was suspended until the investigation completed. I asked him to hold on and I marched right into Roberts room and said asked what the fuck had he done and what was he thinking. He denied. I grabbed his phone and opened the mail app and saw right there with my own eyes that he reported Alex for trying to sell weed and other drugs during the ride. Alex heard the conversation and all I heard him say was “I’ll be right there”. Alex showed up and said he gave him the benefit of the doubt, maybe Robert was my ex and he was acting out because he got friendzoned…he kneeled down and said “tell me the truth right now, is she your ex?” He looked at the ground and said no. He then explained that Robert had screwed him out of a $500 bonus since he was suspended and couldn’t finish the five required rides. Robert apologized and offered to pay him. I felt so uneasy over everything I asked if I could just hang out for the day and he said sure. Well, when I was with Alex, Robert sent me a text stating that he didn’t know how he was going to tell me but he was too far behind on rent and he was getting evicted that he was moving back with his mom and said I needed to figure something out. My heart sank. It was an all too familiar feeling. I showed alex the text and said well it looks like I would be staying with my mom, over an hour away, yet again until I got approved for a place. Alex looked at me and gave me this silly smirk and said “I have an extra room just move your stuff here” I said “uhhhh you have two cats, what about Zeus?” He said “what do you mean what about Zeus he comes too”. Well I took a leap of faith and moved in and we spent the better part of the past year getting to know each other despite living together”. After a few months we decided that we were exclusive and there was no rush for me to move out.  I was added to the lease. He supported my dream, and we had been good for each other. Everything was going great up until the middle of June. There was a knock on the door and it was the landlord serving eviction papers. I was confused. He handed me the papers and said “no unauthorized pets” and pointed to Zeus, who was not even barking. I apologized and told him that he was not a pet, he was my service dog. I disclosed my PTSD disability even though I didnt need too. I said i would have my doctor fax him the paperwork by the end of the day. He said he didn’t care that he would see us in court. Well the judge dismissed the case and I thought that was the end of it. 

Two weeks ago the landlord sent back July’s rent with a form stating they weren’t accepting partial payment that he neeed to pay a $700 unauthorized pet fee for June and July. I used to be a property manager and knew what he was doing was illegal. We got the Arizona Attorney General involved. He took us back to court and were convinced it would be dismissed again because Zeus is legally not defined as a pet. We got a different judge who sided with him. We were told we had five days to be out (July 31st). We scrambled to find a place by then but it was impossible. I had been working on my credit and raised it 30 points. Alex stopped doing Lyft four months ago and went to go back to selling cars. I forgot to add that business was slowing down for him as a Lyft driver and our cat Harlem got hit by a car and accumulated $800 in vet fees. Yes we chose to save him and not put him down because that’s what you do with family. It nearly died and i had to syringe feed him food and water for a month because he could not move his jaw (he’s all better now but that was just one more thing added to the list of everything else that had happened so far). We couldn’t get approved and we still had no place to live on the 31st because of income and Alex on paper showed he only had been working for five months and no place we applied accepted his  1099 even though he actually made decent income doing Lyft. Even though our previous landlord is being investigated there was nothing the Attorney General’s office could do to stop the eviction. All of our stuff was in a uhaul and we had no where to go. Alex told me to go stay with my mom for a day or two until we found a place and he would stay with his cousin. We kept extending the uhaul. Day one and two came and gone. Denied denied denied. By day four Alex was contemplating moving back east because he felt so defeated. I did too. I couldnt believe it was happening. I felt so wronged. He called me at 9am on the 5th and said he found a nice two bedroom condo that was petfriendly. He applied in person, and I applied online at my moms….we were tentatively approved pending the background check. After waiting three gut wrenching hours we were approved. He called me with the good news and apologized and said he needed me to Venmo him money because after rent, pet deposits for the two cats (and not Zeus because it’s illegal to charge a pet fee for a service dog), security deposits and the cost to move utilities we spent nearly $3000 in move in costs. I didnt think twice about sending him the money I had since he damn near emptied out his bank account for this. He spent over 12 hours moving our stuff in and told me to just come on the 6th with Zeus to help unpack the boxes inside. So that’s what I’ve been doing since is unpacking.

If you stuck through my story this far then you are so amazing and I thank you for your time. As you can see, every time I make some progress and take five steps forward, life throws me a curve ball and i have to take ten steps back. The good definitely outweighs the bad but each time I put my project on the back burner a part of my soul dies because I think of the victims of domestic violence that I maybe could have helped…or a pitbulls life I could have saved because I was able to change someone’s mind. If I can help educate just one person, provide comfort to at least one victim and change just ONE persons mind about Bully breeds….that’s all I need. Just one to make it worth it.

I understand that life happens but if anyone can please hear my plea and find it in their heart to help secure a used laptop and Wacom tablet and expenses for business license/trademark so I can continue working on my project, I would truly be forever grateful. I miss writing so much and the desire to start writing again is so strong since I feel so passionate about the issue.

Below is a picture of me and Zeus

paypal: PayPal.me/BullyMob

Hello, my name is Deanna Dupree. I am currently in a unfavorable situation with a man I love very much. we met each other online three years ago and we decided to get into a relationship after a few months of video chatting, texts and phone calls. Things were pretty good in the beginning but, there were two glaring issues, one of them being that we are 1000 miles apart and two my money situation kept getting in the way of us meeting in person. Every time we planned on seeing each other I was always short on the funds needed to book a flight to Philly as well as money for transportation to the airport. It is hard for me to save out money for the trip because of all the bills I have taking up the money I make. Last year in June, I finally managed to get the money together so I booked the flight to finally go see him, we were so excited that it was finally happening. Unfortunately, my grandfather passed way due to the complications associated with the stroke he had early 2017. I had to cancel our plans to see each other that month so my family and I could have his funeral and take time to reflect and grieve for awhile. I tried to get my money back for the ticket or at least change the flight date, but it did not happen, instead they gave me a $10 voucher. After that things got shaky between us, we stopped celebrating our ” anniversary” on the 15th of July and we started fighting with each other and we started taking these breaks from speaking to each other. I was trying so hard to save money but,the bills got worse since the amount of money in our house hold was greatly reduced after my grandfather passed away. Fast forward to April this year, we officially broke up then because things were not changing on my end. He decided to give me until the 23rd of August to go see him but my money situation has not improved much and I don’t have much time left to get us back together. Neither of us wants to give up on the idea of being together but we won’t have a choice soon. I don’t know what else to do, I don’t want to lose the love of my life because of finances. I would love to get enough money to have multiple visits with him while I find another way to bring in more money to improve my financial state. Ideally, I would like to ask for $3000 to fund 5 guaranteed visits to help us rebuild what he had and make it better while I sort out my finances. Please help us finally be together after so long, all of you are our last hope for getting back together and making things work.

Sincerely,

Deanna Dupree

Thank you all in advance for your help!

paypal.me/deannad26

I believe that having the opportunity to fail is one of the most important things someone can have. Without that we wouldn’t have some of the great companies, ideas, or products we know and love today. I took my one and only opportunity I got to go out and try to make something of myself. Of course I failed and racked up a ton of debt trying to stay afloat. Although during this time of controlling my life and living freely I saw something amazing happen that blew me away. The spill over effect of having so much extra time and not worrying about money for that short period effected everyone in my life positively. I guess all I am asking is for some help so I can give it another shot and help people again. I’m currently working at a dealership as a finance manager 6-7 days a week and since it is contract work I haven’t had a vacation or sick time in over a year. I am burnt out and at the end of my ropes… I have a little time after work that I have dedicated towards self reflection and growth. If I could find a way to get out of this job or out of debt I would have the time to focus on growing a skill from a hobby level to a professional level. With your help I know I can achieve great things. Thank you for taking your time and reading this letter.

paypal.me/TylerSchaefer

Let’s see.. where do I begin? I’ve been through so much life trauma, I can only laugh now. It all started with my father having a mild heart attack back in 2007. He recovered, but in 2009, he had a devastating stroke that left him in a vegetative state for 3 years. We had to make the decision to pull the plug because of rising medical costs. It was tough on my mom since he was the rock in her life (and for us kids). Fast forward to 2016, my family was still healing when my mom dropped a bomb on us and decided to announce that she had stage 4 breast cancer. She didn’t tell anyone until it was too late to do anything. She passed away 4 months later. That hit me hard because she truly was my best friend and number one cheerleader. I still can’t believe she’s gone. We did everything we could to save her, but it was not in God’s plan. While all this was going on, I’ve been married for 13 years to a man that has lied to me about his alcoholic/drug abuse side. Just when I felt emotionally drained from my mom’s death, he decided to leave me and our son who is autistic and developmentally delayed. Its been a struggle raising him, but I wouldn’t give him up for the world. And so here I am, eight months later, a single mom taking care of our son and working to keep a roof over our heads when a notice from the landlord comes stating that the rent is going to be raised by another $350! Ugh, the stress seems neverending, but I can’t give up. I believe things can get better by thinking positive. And I believe if I just ask $1 from everyone out there, I can get enough to put towards a home so that my son and I can have some sort of stability and calmness in our lives – finally. Thank you for reading my story. If anything, this was a good therapy session for me. Lol.

Life is full of experiences. I have been through difficult experiences as well as wonderful experiences. Through it all I can say that I have learned powerful lessons and today I’m happy to say that I have found my purpose. 

I have always been a seeker of the truth. I’ve never been a person to just receive information. I always needed to dig a little deeper. And when I received what I determined was the truth for myself, I shared it with anyone who was willing to listen. I consider myself to be a student/teacher of life. 

Growing up I always had the nickname Yogi, given to me by my mother. I never realized that in search for purpose, my journey would take me right back to that name. My purpose is to be a Yogini. A teacher of the practice of Yoga. 

I am a firm believer in the Universe always providing a way, so I am on this website today to ask for help in my quest to become a Yogini. The training that is provide is $500. I am here asking for at least $2000, the extra $1500 is to

cover bills, food, and other necessities for myself and my family while I am in training. 

I believe in paying it forward so any help provided to me will be paid forward back on this exact website to those in need. 

I thank you for reading this and I thank you in advance for your help. Light & Love!

paypal.me/hiippylyfe

Hey guys, I am 26 years old and I recently lost my job.  Even though, I was working for years before, I had too many other bills to focus on my loans and my credit card debt. They always just sat on the backburner while my rent and lights got paid. The problem now is that I now get literally 40 calls a day from debt collectors to pay and I have no source of income right now to do so. I can’t forgo my rent and utilities or else I will be on the streets, but my credit is being ran into the toilet. I need an escape rope here to get my head above water. I’ve been applying for jobs and doing those survey sites, but we all know good and well that those survey sites pay you close to nothing for hours of surveys we could care less about. My debt compared to others is not even that bad to be honest, but I do not have the means to pay right now. All together, my credit card debt is $2500 and my student loan is $7000. It seems like a lot, but I’ve seen so much worse. If I could just get some help please. This sounds very pleading, but hey this site is literally called Begging Money. I figure it’s the one place I can do this where it’s acceptable. If you have any sympathy at all in your hearts, help me out.  Don’t let me start what could be a wonderful life with a husband and maybe children in a crippling debt that I cannot get out of. I know this is a lot to ask of strangers, but humans are supposed to be compassionate beings aren’t we? I would really like to be able to start a family some time soon as well and we all know how hard that can be when you start off in debt. In closing, it would be a compassionate and truly karma positive act to help me on journey of life with a clean slate. May your reward in helping a person in need be abundant. Thank you in advance!

Hello. My name is William Hawkins. I’m from Richmond, VA and I’m a trumpet player with a deep passion for music. I am a Disabled Veteran having served for 10 years as a Military Musician. I will return to school full time as a Music Major and Non-profit Management minor at Virginia Commonwealth University in August of 2018. For those who don’t know, there are different levels of trumpets for different players. I am currently trying to raise money for a professional level trumpet of my own so that I can pursue my goals to become a Music Therapist. I do not own a personal trumpet as it was destroyed in a car accident and has used the Military’s trumpets since I joined in 2008. Because I was medically retired, I am currently unable to work but have decided to give back to my community to music therapy and other free services for low income households. This fundraiser will help me a great deal.

A little about me:  I have been involved in music for over 20 years starting out as a percussionist before switching to Trumpet. Later I became a self-taught Piano Player and started playing piano and trumpet in the church setting as well as teaching free lessons to new students. I attended Norfolk State University as a Music Major before joining the Military as a Professional Military Musician. I earned the rank of Sergeant, deployed to Kandahar in support of Operation Enduring Freedom, served as Trumpet Player, Bugler at Military Funerals and ceremonies and Drum Major for two Military Marching Bands. I have volunteered and continue to volunteer my musical knowledge by offering free master classes, writing halftime/competition drills and music arrangements for high school marching bands and proving free lessons to students of the programs I’ve worked for as well. I have assisted schools in Kentucky, North Carolina and Virginia.

My Future Goals:  My goals are to earn my Bachelors Degree in Music with a minor in Non-profit management. While teaching in all levels of education, I will open my own music studio dedicated to helping people with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and other trauma survivors. As you know PTSD doesn’t just affect Soldiers/Veterans but also Sexual Assault Survivors, car accident survivors and abused children just to name a few. My studio will focus on music as a positive coping mechanism to help these survivors try to live a normal life after suffering or witnessing traumatic experiences. I plan to run this studio completely FREE to those survivors. I will also be teach music lessons to children in low income homes on the Trumpet and Piano. I will continue to perform in my community and use my music therapy as a positive force to help people cope with issues that arise from PTSD and bring awareness to suicide and mental health.

Costs:  The Trumpet itself is $3,650 Brand New. I am seeking a used horn between $2,750 and $3000. In closing: A trumpet, like a car, is a great investment. I have chosen the Adams A4 Trumpet. It’s a custom, handmade trumpet that will last a lifetime and comes with a serious warranty from the manufacturer. This Trumpet will help me learn, perform and educate. I greatly appreciate everyone’s donations in advance. It will not go to waste.

Video of me playing taps at Coca-Cola 600 May 2017

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I have recently been pondering about why I still strive to be a successful adult, a good mother and a great friend. I wonder why I so often crave hearing “You did a great job!” 

Growing up, my parents were divorced. We had a full refrigerator once a year (income tax). I strived to do great in school in hopes my parents would be proud. I started working at 15 and gave money to help out with bills at home and to make sure my younger brother and sister were okay. Unfortunately, whether I got good grades or bad grades, was home on time or didn’t come home at all, it always went unnoticed. 

I didn’t have the guidance most young women do regarding understanding what a credit score is. I had no explanation that this would be the report card of my life. I only received the guidance from the car salesman explaining “I suggest you go to the mall and apply at as many clothing stores as you can. That’ll help build your credit.” So, that is exactly what I did. You can imagine where the story goes from there.

It has been a never ending struggle in an attempt to relinquish my debt. I have been paying for my car for 5 years now at $500 a month. Rent is ridiculously priced at $1300 per month. Plus electric, food, car insurance and medical.

My hopes are to eliminate my debt and save enough money for a down payment on a home. My 11 year old daughter dreams of the day we will have our own home where she can decorate her own room and paint her own walls. My son just wants a big yard. I don’t want my kids growing up with the same memories I had, where life was a constant struggle.

I do my best to teach them how to pay it forward when we have it. And I promise to always continue to pay it forward throughout life.

Thank you for taking the time to read.

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

hello. My name is Leah!

It’s nice to meet you.

I’m going to start off saying i’m not good at these kinds of posts, and i’m probrally going to attempt to crack a failed joke out of my misery. It’s what I do best.

To best start this out, i have to start with my past. I have been working with the korean entertainment industry since 2014, selling albums, buying albums and helping out promotional companies with the best ways of promotions with the kind of money that’s available. Its been with one certain group, that I have been with through their slave contracts, talking with them through people and getting to know them and be as close as i can from the americas, that put a smile on my face and heart in the times when i needed people the most.

i don’t have alot of friends, i’m not good with talking with people, and i’m just not good at alot of things but this…this is my strongsuit. It kept me busy through my dark days and constant battle with my emotionally abusive father and narcissistic mother.

For many years, i had to deal with my mother constantly pushing me down in no way any child should be, now whether you believe in mental illnesses or not, this is not a show for you to feel sorry for because this isn’t it, what came to me already has done its job and its time to move forward.

in other words; i need to get out. I need to be independent to where my father or mother have no control over me (I should mention i’m COMPLETELY old enough to be on my own, i’m 21 now and i’m still being monitored like i’m 2, and i know the difference from just parents being parents to where it turns dangerous.

ok, so what am i getting at, yes i’m sorry i am so slow, but i want to make sure people know the details if they’d like to help, i’m completely laying everything flat.

i’m trying to go to south korea. In south korea my connections i have made over the course of my 4 years, are willing to help me make more contacts and become completely imursed in the culture and area of what i’ve been learning/studying for longer (i’ve been studying asian countries since i was in elementary. So this is, a REALLY big deal and a huge opportunity for me.)

i also want to go because as i said above, i need too… i need to get away from my parents or things will get much worse than they have already for me. I’ve tried so hard to look for money elsewhere to take this opportunity and go for it, like my doctor has been saying for the past few meets i’ve seen her, shes so supportive of me, and surprisingly my parents too, they just, refuse to help me or get involved in anyway, because they want me to stay and help them.

It would mean more than the world to me to finally be out on my own. To get started i would need $10,000. Housing, plane ticket and i’m blessed food is covered but any extra money would be used for emergencies or any other opportunities to make more money to stay longer. Calculations have been set in and plans are all writen down and ready to be put into action carefully.

i hope this made sense. I’m really bad at these things… i’m bad at explaining things when i have to ask stuff of people. I apologize. Thank you more than everything for your time

The 25th of this month will mark the 3rd month since my love has passed away. We’ve known each other for 5 years. He just relocated from the West coast to come back here and be with me in January of this year, and in March I went on a trip over Spring Break to do volunteer work in Selma, Alabama. I turned 21 out there, and our plan was to have brunch and mimosas when I got back to our city. I came home on Friday, and we were with each other all the way to that morning…on Sunday, March 25. I woke up and he wasn’t in bed next to me and I realized he was in the bathroom. The door was locked and I figured he might have been upset, so I gave him some time to relax. After beating on the door, yelling, and attempting to pick the lock or bust the door open myself, I assumed he’d been ignoring me. We’ve had issues in the past where he’s ignored me and I’ve had to pry through his stubbornness for him to talk. After I finally call someone, I’m told that he’s overdosed and had been dead for over 4 hours. I had no clue that he’d relapsed and was using again…I was the only one in the house with him and I let him stay locked in there, dying. So I’ve been riddled with much guilt because while people keep telling me it isn’t my fault, the truth is if I’d called someone sooner  he’d be alive. I truly had no idea…but it doesn’t change the fact that I could have saved his life. So in addition to losing the only person that makes this world make sense to me, I feel in a way indirectly responsible for his death. It hurts to exist without him. I’ve contemplated suicide and taking other drastic measures because I don’t see the point in life anymore. My home life is very unsupportive emotionally, they feel as though it’s been too long and that I should be “over it” by now. Very damaging things have been said to make me sink even deeper into the hole that I’m in. I feel so alone. The only thing that would help would be to connect with him somehow, and I’ve found a way to do that. After relentlessly researching ever since the night it happened, I came across a service that can realistically get me out of this emotional turmoil. I will be able to connect with his spirit with a medium, and it also features a cleansing process that will heal me emotionally and spiritually. It should help more than counseling, as talking about it provides a very temporary fix. I truly believe this will help me….I have so many questions for him and I just want him to know that I’m deeply sorry. Please consider helping me. I need a total of $500; any way you can help fund it is appreciated. Any contributions toward it I am immensely grateful for. The reason it is so pricey is because it is an ongoing process. Once I am able to connect with my love and begin this healing process…I will put one foot on front of the other as his mother said to me in the card. I will finish school, return to work, and be at peace.

PayPal.Me/yanaholloway

Thank you for even taking the time to read this, if you did.

Light to all,

YanaHolloway

Hi, not much to beg but I’m in need of this money so I can actually explore and have fun with my friends/team for the chance to become ameteur in house gamers.

See I’ve always loved video games, I used to be pretty good at the original game called “StarCraft”. It was one of the hardest games ever for me but I persisted and was able to get some money. I used to live off of it until it started to die out. Now I’m currently out of money and there is no way for me to make anymore off that game.

Luckily, I’ve started picking up the well known game “League of Legends”. Being well enough to join tournaments that will save me from not being able to pay my bills, I need to be able to join and afford transportation.

What do I need exactly? There’s always a small fee (typically 10-15 dollars) for being able to join initially and the obvious reason that I need gas money to travel and possible food/snacks.

Even just $5 will help me out with this, I know I can win and get paid for these because I’ve joined other tournaments and I’ve won 7/10 times. Prize pools can be about $500 – $1000 which is amazing for me. Microsoft is such a big help overall but I need this money

Please help a man out, if anything $100 will definitely get me through in tournament. My end goal is to raise $500 so I can keep on joining tournaments. I’ve done the math, it’s just enough so I can break even or make profit.

My PayPal link is as follows: paypal.me/tbliss645

PLEASE HELP THIS STRUGGLING ARMY!!

Hello everyone, my name is Matt, and I recently bought myself a really cheap ticket to a BTS concert in the Love Yourself tour for this September. I didn’t really think I would be able to get a ticket, so when I did, I was overwhelmed with happiness. I immediately thought about my friend though–another BTS fan, or “ARMY”–and tried to get her a ticket. I was so fortunate to have found another ticket after this–given that tickets sold out in less than one second due to such high demand–but I was unable to purchase the ticket. For the first time ever, I had drained all the money I had on one ticket for myself. I never realized how low my funds were. I had been spending so much on providing for my mom and with school events recently that my bank account was running low. I was extremely devastated, but this devastation soon turned to fear. I soon realized that I would not only be unable to buy my friend a ticket, but that I no longer had the money to pay for food each month, or even send myself to the concert due to the prices of transportation and hotels and such.  I don’t have a job, and I wont have one until presumably after the concert, so I’m in a big predicament. If I am blessed enough to receive money from this website, I will be able to cover my basic expenses (occasional grocery store purchases, the summer college program I plan on taking, and transportation to the concert) as well as pay for another ticket for my friend. I need a lot of money (as I have put in the goal section) because tickets have been sold out for a while, and ticket prices have skyrocketed–from $400-$12,000. I really need to do this for her because she has been a huge fan of theirs since 2015 and they truly mean a lot to her. She always tells me how their music, performances, and live streams have helped her get through her hardest times–she suffers from depression and anxiety–and have even saved her from suicide. I’m also hoping that this concert will give her motivation and something to live for, even if it’s only for a few months. Her favorite song is I Need U (that’s the song that got her into BTS), and other songs that she loves are I Need U, Save Me, Butterfly, 2! 3!, and Magic Shop. I literally cannot express to you how much the boys mean to her, so I can’t imagine how happy it would make her to receive paid off tickets to go see them live! Of course I’m a real fan (WHERE MY TAEHYUNG STANS AT!!??) but the amount of love I have for them doesn’t even begin to equate to how much she loves them. Her fave is Yoongi btw hehe. Also I was planning on surprising her at the line store and buying her BT21 merch (cute merch made by BTS) but I guess a guy can only hope :/. If I am able to get the money to get me out of this slump, and be able to even provide happiness for my friend, the donations I will hopefully receive will be the most meaningful things to ever happen to me. I truly mean this from the bottom of my heart <3. Thank you so much for your time. I hope I don’t sound like a stereotypical millennial begging for money for a concert, but I am really struggling with money right now. I truly believe that there will be good people out there willing to donate even a little bit to help me out. Thank you again :).

paypal: paypal.me/matteix

Sincerely,
Matt T.

My story started about 11 and 12 years ago my husband and I got custody of our two grandkids due to the fact our daughter has three terminal illnesses and 8 secondary diseases. I worked at a school and was doing very well we had lots of toys lots of fun stuff the day we obtained our grandboys was a day our lives changed forever we didn’t make a lot of money we just okay for being grandparents. We sold every toy we had to adjust to our new lifestyle. Went to where the Local Government Center to ask for some help because having new kids was definitely a different change for my husband and I money wise they told us the only way they would help us is if we would foster care grandkids. That was never going to happen. I worked at a school for many years my husband was a a delivery man. One of my jobs at the school was to help control the kids at lunch time. One day a fight broke out I stepped in to try to end the fight between children. And needless to say I got injured for the rest of my life. I am now on SSDI. My husband and I try very hard we would like things for our grandboys on a daily basis I’m helping my daughter cope with what is left of her life she is very sick everyday. We are struggling with normal day-to-day bills let alone trying to do extra things for our grandkids. It would just be nice for once in our lives the sacrifices we have made to just have enough money to live life happily. Are two grand boys are 11 and 12 they are both on the honor rolls in their schools. We would just like to be able to pay our bills. And do a little extra. I cannot work anymore my husband does work everyday it would just be nice that we all could have a little piece of mind to be together not constantly worrying about where or how we are to pay our next Bills. Thank you for reading my story I do not tell many people how we struggle we just go on day by day with a smile on our faces.

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