Hello & Happiest of Holidays to you & Your Families,

I trust this message finds you in good spirits. I’m reaching out with a story that is both personal and profound, and I hope you’ll be touched enough to join us on this heartfelt journey.

This past year has been a challenging one for my son (16yo) as he navigated a treatment center, demonstrating resilience and strength beyond his years. Throughout this difficult period, I promised him a beacon of hope—a trip to the Florida Keys, a place of rejuvenation and new beginnings.

Having personally experienced the transformative power of family trips to Florida during my childhood, I believe this getaway can be a crucial part of my son’s healing process. It’s not just a vacation; it’s a symbolic step towards a brighter future, filled with shared moments that will strengthen our bond.

To turn this promise into reality, I’ve launched a fundraising campaign, and I’m reaching out to ask for your support. Your contribution will not only help us physically reach the Keys but will also be a powerful message of community and compassion during a pivotal moment in my son’s life.

If you feel compelled to be a part of this journey, please visit paypal.me/yourdogsbestfriend

Your generosity will make a significant impact on our lives, and we’ll be forever grateful for your support.

Thank you for considering our story and for potentially being a beacon of light on our path to healing.

Warmest regards,

Laura & son

We only have a Lilith of shit left My name is Patricia, and I’m a 44 year old server from a small town in Idaho who is a single mom to my son Christian in addition to a young man I took in when he was 12 that I consider to be my son also. They are both 23 yrs old and are currently living on their own as roommates.

My story is not a short one… some is hard to believe because no one should ever have so much bad “ju ju” in one lifetime! I’m gonna be honest and say this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve worked so incredibly hard for everything I have. I really don’t know how to ask for help; it scares me to death. On the rare occasion I asked for help, I lost everything including myself about 6 yrs ago. I won’t be able to include everything and at a certain point you will think one person can’t have this much bad luck, but I promise it definitely happened. I went from a naive single mom who believed truth would win if I stood up for myself and all that was good into a woman who questions everyone’s intentions because I don’t trust anyone! I lost any and all faith in my local police and legal system as I watched and experienced true evilness for the first time. I will do my best to explain:

I owned a manufactured trailer that to most people wasn’t much, but it was mine. I worked hard to put a roof over my boys’ heads. I owned the trailer but rented the lot space it was on. The trouble began the very first day my trailer was moved there…They had a plumber outside my trailer working on cleaning lines. The entire day we heard this plumber cursing and yelling at his assistant and, oh my goodness, the smell was unbearable! We watched as he was clearing lines next door and the sewage pipe backed up. Long story short, I shared a line with that trailer and the next couple of years I was dealing with sewage back ups as the owner refused to look at the situation saying it was my trailer (which 2 plumbers stated it had nothing to do with my trailer and was a blockage underground). I eventually served the owner a three day repair notice; from that day on the man made my life a living hell! He bullied me, slandered me, took me to court four or five times for ridiculous reasons. His intention was to get me evicted and obtain my trailer by all means possible. I thought I had nothing to worry about because I

always paid my rent. We were also quiet and always kept to ourselves, but I was stupid naive. He lied in court and showed me that evil often wins over truth. On top of this man doing whatever it took to get what he wanted, the lawyer I hired to help ended up being a huge part of losing my home. Out of sheer desperation, I gave this lawyer money I could not afford. I worked double shifts which forced me to spend too much time away from my precious boys, and still the lawyer did absolutely nothing! Eventually, he was disbarred.

Here are just a few things that my landlord did…

– I watched and heard him telling people lies about me while slandering my name.

– He stood at my kitchen window yelling in the house how he knew people like me and the plumbing problems next door were from me (which had already been proven false).

– The landlord ended up kicking out the people from the trailer next door and publicly humiliating the entire trailer court and their neighbors to hear just degrading and bullying him right by the main street. (I ended up getting a written story from that person about what happened that day.)

– I asked him why he was actually doing all of it because I had done nothing wrong and he looked me in eyes and smiled slightly (which I will never erase from my memory) and said “You served me a 3 day repair notice” then turned around and walked away still wearing that same sly satisfied smile. A week later he got what he wanted. Not only did he manage to get me evicted from his lot, but I was not even able to get into my own home which I owned!

– I was told he was not able to enter my home by the local police, yet he entered my home then proceeded to change my locks. When I tried to press trespassing charges I was laughed at. So I hired a realtor to sell my home and had it sold several times, but he always chased them away and made it impossible. He even called the first person that was gonna buy my trailer and tried to give him a job if he did what he wanted. (I also have a statement from that person.)

– He ended up running off my realtor who became scared of him and I have many emails from her saying all that happened in addition to a binder full of proof and statements.

– He even had police cars with lights on and 2 large moving trucks to escort me out of my own home when I was already packed (with the exception of a few boxes that wouldn’t fit in my car). I was publicly embarrassed and treated like a criminal. He kept me from selling my home, scaring my realtor until she felt unsafe (and she was one tough lady who I consider to be my angel.) I had it sold many times at a price that was a measly $6,000 just so I could find a new place, but he intervened every time. He was secretly showing it to people at night to have it listed with his local friend who was a realtor without title for $75,000! (Title was in my name and my hand.) Shockingly, law enforcement would do nothing. They actually had to go to him and get the key for my realtor when he changed the lock without my knowledge. Then they gave the key back to him.

During all of this I was paying the only lawyer in Idaho, Montana and Washington that agreed to help me only to be completely stomped into the dirt once again when I found out my lawyer had not been doing anything with the case and several other people. He was brought before the state and disbarred.

I didn’t quite understand how that worked when it all happened… I was just asked to fill out a novel sized stack of papers that I didn’t understand while living out of my car worrying if I would be able to even bathe before work. Then after work, I would try to find a place to park my car somewhere to sleep or search for a cheap motel on days I made enough tips at work. I didn’t talk to many people about my life because all I would hear in return was “ well you shouldn’t mess with your landlord.” I had zero support and no idea what I was doing, but I kept on fighting by myself because I wanted him to be exposed for what he was doing. He broke so many laws and told so many lies, yet not one soul would go against him. I, on the other hand, followed all the laws but was still treated like a criminal and lost everything! I still cry everyday over all the double shifts, all the time it took away from my boys while working holidays, blistered feet from being on them for 16 hours straight for nothing except feeling like a complete failure and embarrassment. Maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and signed/paid for whatever he wanted me to, and I might still have a home.

The worst part of all is that I lost my mom during this time as well. I was supposed to check on her, but I told her I would be late because of my appointment with the lawyer. When I went to see her later that evening I found her on the bedroom floor. No one in my family came, and I felt so incredibly alone. I think that’s the night when I lost more than just my mama; I lost myself. She was my rock, my biggest cheerleader and the most amazing grandma to both boys. That day I realized I was the only one I could count on and trust. I am now very quiet and nervous around new people, and it takes me a long time to feel at ease. I spend a lot of time by myself since I struggle with anxiety and have panic attacks in certain situations.

I eventually started living with a relative to try and get back on my feet. It’s been an uncomfortable situation, but I was getting caught up financially until I lost my job. This pulled me further into debt and my credit score dipped to irreparable numbers due to signing with a debt relief program (that I regret and am having a hard time paying.) I found another job that’s closer to home which is a true blessing, however, right now it is the down season for servers, so I make very little money. Debt is building up again on top of the old debt I’ve been trying to pay down.

I’ve lost my mom, my home, my everything. I lost my credit score that I worked on nonstop for two straight years. I lost my ability to rent or buy my own place (which was my dream.) I lost my ability to trust or to ever feel safe again.

I don’t know what exactly I’m asking for you to help me with. My dream is to own my own home but I’m so far in debt that’s not gona happen anytime soon.  Paying off debt and a motor home to live in til things get stable. I’m currently living in my grandparents’ old trailer that is not in the best condition and due to the person who lived here before me there is a huge mouse problem. Although I’m terrified of mice, it certainly beats sleeping in my car. I don’t know what I need most and I have this constant voice in my head saying maybe there’s someone out there that needs this kind of help more than me. Normally, I wouldn’t ask for help, but I’m really starting to feel defeated and so tired of being beat down. I’m so tired of constantly fighting and never even getting a jab in. I honestly don’t know if I can take much more. I hate to admit that I’m getting very close to throwing in the towel but am drained and have nothing left to keep me going… Please help.

paypal.me/tjpollard

In the pursuit of dreams and the hope for a brighter future, life occasionally throws unexpected challenges our way. My name is Cathalene’ Murphy, and my story is one of trust shattered and dreams crushed. I embarked on a journey to secure a home and property, partnering with someone I thought I could trust. Together, we invested time, effort, and resources to make this dream a reality. Unfortunately, trust was shattered when, after the property was fully paid for, my partner unexpectedly put me out and even went on to steal my belongings. This heart-wrenching betrayal has left me with nothing but a small camper behind my parents’ home. What was once a promising future has crumbled into a stark, cold existence, exacerbated by the fact that I battle agoraphobia, a debilitating condition that limits my ability to leave my confined space. Now, as winter sets in, I find myself in a cramped camper without running water, facing challenges that seem insurmountable. Living on a meager $900 disability check each month, I am trapped in a cycle of despair. The daily struggle for basic necessities like water compounds the challenges I face, and the weight of my situation is becoming increasingly difficult to bear. Hope has manifested in an unexpected form – a community known as “BeggingMoney.com,” where individuals share their stories and seek support from compassionate donors. I am reaching out to this community with a plea for help, a chance to rebuild the dreams that were cruelly dismantled. The funds raised will go towards securing a stable living situation, acquiring essential amenities, and regaining a foothold on the path towards independence and self-sufficiency. This heartfelt appeal is more than a call for financial assistance; it’s a testament to resilience and the enduring human spirit. I seek not only to recover what was lost but to emerge from the shadows of betrayal stronger, with the support of a community willing to stand by my side. As I navigate the complexities of life, I implore you to join me in this journey, offering a chance at a brighter tomorrow. In the face of adversity, compassion has the power to rebuild shattered dreams and restore faith in humanity.

PayPal.Me/ChosenLife101

Thank You!

Cathalene’ Murphy

I must be honest and say I’ve never done this before. I don’t know where to begin when it comes to asking others for help, but I’m desperate and truly looking for some Christmas Magic that will allow me to finally give my family a Christmas to remember! Some of this could have been avoided with better planning but we really did try to go out on a limb of luck this year… We tried to become business owners and it just did not go as we had hoped and after 6 months, we had to end the business and start from the ground up to catch up bills and still be able to provide for our family. We are still not caught up and ended up having to file bankruptcy and in the mist of this my husband’s job let him go. So, on my income I tried to carry us until he secured another job, and this took more than 2 months to do. He literally started work this past Friday, Nov. 24th, 2023, and will not receive his first check until Dec. 8, 2023. But when he gets his first check it will have to go to rent 650.00 and a bankruptcy payment of 285.00. Once this is done the money to just get groceries for our household will be little to none. We have not been able to buy one Christmas gift and will not be able to for our children because of our financial state as my paycheck could not keep everything afloat while he was out of work. And please know that he did not just sit around he did LYFT and INSTACART as much as he could because we try hard to not burden others. But if I do not ask for help there will not be a Christmas for our children this year and it will break me as a mother to not be able to give them something on their Christmas list. It is so bad I could not afford a Christmas Tree and had to take my 12-year-old to Dollar Tree for one of their 1.25 Christmas Trees. She was SOOO happy to put it on her dresser last night, but all I could do was cry myself to sleep, “thinking God PLEASE SEND US A MIRACLE.” And then today I stumbled across this website and after hours of debating with myself I finally decided to give this a try. I am not trying to become rich nor make this a habit. We have just about squeezed every penny we have just to keep our lights and water on as well as feed our family. So, if there is anything that could be given to give my family some hope through Christmas magic, we will be eternally grateful. Anything will help and may God Bless you and your family through your donation!!! We TRULY THANK YOU in advance…
paypal.me/LateshaLeftwich
cashapp: $2YaJaLOVE
Sincerely,
The Tate Family

The Christmas story is recorded in Luke 2:4-19. Christmas is for Christians to get together to celebrate the birth of the baby Jesus. Next time you see a homeless person on the street, picture them with their family, hosting Christmas dinner, getting hugs from family as they walk through the door. Remember that these people, likely have a family. Then come to realize that these people probably won’t see their family for Christmas.

 

Last December, I was approached by a homeless woman, who asked me if I needed help carrying my groceries. I said no thanks, but I asked her if she could wait a few minutes so I could go to my house and get her a coat that I knew she would love. She waited and I returned with my favorite jacket, and handed it to her. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. She gave me a hug, and told me thank you! I was so tickled by her reaction, that I couldnt stop there. I asked her about her immediate family and what they might want for Christmas, from her. She told me that during the holidays, she tries to keep to herself because she wasn’t able to buy gifts, and there would be no point to her showing up. She said, “At Christmas time, I just disappear until it’s over, I dont even call my family. That is pretty much how most of us homeless folks do it, every year.” She continued, “I get a feeling in my gut, like a knife, and feel sick when I imagine the day that my whole family gets together for Christmas, and I am not there”.  I started to tear up. My heart was broken for these people that I previously knew nothing about.  I picked her up the next day from her camp site and we went and bought gifts for her family, and we wrapped them and called it a day.  One week passed, and I went to find her the day before her family gathering. I dyed her hair, clipped her nails and made her feel good about her appearance. The next day was her family Christmas gathering and I was her “uber” to her family, and she was so excited. We arrived at her daughters house on Clemens Drive. I looked back at her, she was so beautiful. The front door opened, and two young girls screamed, “Grandma!” they ran out and clung to her. I carried the presents inside, and she thanked me.

 

As I drove off, I wondered how long she’d been away from them, and tears filled my eyes.

 

There are many more people in this campsite for the homeless, that I would like to give the opportunity to be with their families instead of feeling ashamed of their situation. I feel that this might rekindle their spirit and could possibly lead to them helping themselves back into society. They just need a boost to get back. I want to help. Please help me to accomplish this.

Cashapp:    $legacylegacy8585

Paypal: paypal.me/crystaldear

My email: crystaldear85@gmail.com

Zelle:Crystal Field 903-900-2238

The Christmas story is recorded in Luke 2:4-19. Christmas is for Christians to get together to celebrate the birth of the baby Jesus. Next time you see a homeless person on the street, picture them with their family, hosting Christmas dinner, getting hugs from family as they walk through the door. Remember that these people, likely have a family. Then come to realize that these people probably won’t see their family for Christmas.

 

Last December, I was approached by a homeless woman, who asked me if I needed help carrying my groceries. I said no thanks, but I asked her if she could wait a few minutes so I could go to my house and get her a coat that I knew she would love. She waited and I returned with my favorite jacket, and handed it to her. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. She gave me a hug, and told me thank you! I was so tickled by her reaction, that I couldnt stop there. I asked her about her immediate family and what they might want for Christmas, from her. She told me that during the holidays, she tries to keep to herself because she wasn’t able to buy gifts, and there would be no point to her showing up. She said, “At Christmas time, I just disappear until it’s over, I dont even call my family. That is pretty much how most of us homeless folks do it, every year.” She continued, “I get a feeling in my gut, like a knife, and feel sick when I imagine the day that my whole family gets together for Christmas, and I am not there”.  I started to tear up. My heart was broken for these people that I previously knew nothing about.  I picked her up the next day from her camp site and we went and bought gifts for her family, and we wrapped them and called it a day.  One week passed, and I went to find her the day before her family gathering. I dyed her hair, clipped her nails and made her feel good about her appearance. The next day was her family Christmas gathering and I was her “uber” to her family, and she was so excited. We arrived at her daughters house on Clemens Drive. I looked back at her, she was so beautiful. The front door opened, and two young girls screamed, “Grandma!” I carried the presents inside, and she thanked me.

 

As I drove off, I wondered how long she’d been away from them, and tears filled my eyes.

 

There are many more people in this campsite for the homeless, that I would like to give the opportunity to be with their families instead of feeling ashamed of their situation. I feel that this might rekindle their spirit and could possibly lead to them helping themselves back into society. They just need a boost to get back. I want to help. Please help me to accomplish this.

Cashapp:    $legacylegacy8585

Paypal: paypal.me/crystaldear

My email: crystaldear85@gmail.com

Zelle:Crystal Field 903-900-2238

Venmo:@Crystal-Field-93

I am a custodian at a school, I have 2 adult children, when they were 6 months and 2 yrs there dad walked out, I had no car no job and a baby on a heart monitor, I raked leaves in the sleet at my apt. Complex to help pay rent, at that point I sunk so low I wanted to die, I walked in the cold barefoot to a church down the road and knocked on the door the preachers wife answered the door and as I was crying I asked her if I could speak to the preacher, she told me no that he was asleep and she wouldn’t wake him, I walked back home and took a bunch of pills, obviously I didn’t die, I’m not going into every detail of my life just trying to let you understand. My kids got older my daughter was extremely intelligent but got into drugs, they would go to their grandma’s alot, she is their dads mother but she never heard from him either, slowly their grandma tried turning them against me, I didn’t drink I didn’t do drugs and I was the best mother I could be but I wasn’t rich like their grandma, my daughter went to jail alot and i dreaded that collect call I got all the time, skipping forward when their grandma died she left them both alot of money, when my son was growing up he always said if he got rich he would buy me a house, didn’t happen, I live in a dump run by a slumlord and charging to much money, I’m trying to buy a mobile home and asked both my kids for money for a down-payment they both told me no but still want me in their lives like nothing is wrong and it breaks my heart, anyway I’m trying to raise 25,000 for a down payment and I know I probably won’t get near that, but any amount would be wonderful, please and thank you.

paypal.me/kimmed

If your looking to give a little magic to a family of 4 this year then continue reading. This year opened a chapter in our lives we did not expect. We say we like surprises, only find out the surprises we don’t like we call problems. Surprise indeed was the theme for this year. One failed company project coupled with the company my wife was working for dissolving overnight, and the promised severance evaporating with the disappearance of all the top executives in a blink of an eye. Those moments were rough, going through our savings and maxing out our credit cards to get by. Despite the fear, uncertainty and doubt, I am grateful for the experience. I received the strength from my wife and children to be patient while we waited for the sun to rise on our darkest moments. Despite what’s happened I want to end this chapter of our lives on a high. There is much to be done but the darker moments are behind us. I want my family to know that things are always working out for the better. I want my family to know that surprises like these are a sign of greater things to come. To give back a little bit of magic to a family of 4, donate here,

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To Whom It May Concern:

I need extra money this year for christmas and a few bills.

I would greatly appreciate it. I am in a financial bind at the moment. I hope to get

$5,000 or whatever can be spared.

 

Thank You So Much

JoeAnna Harrell

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My name is Michael,
I have lived in Montana most of my life barring the time I spent overseas, and across the United States while in the Armed Forces. I went to school for secondary Education in Political Science and Economics. However, I did not finish my degree. I deployed to Iraq after my sophomore year of college. When I returned there were plenty of great paying job opportunities. I worked for two Fortune 500 companies, but do to issues from my deployment I did not pursue either of the careers. I will admit that I became addicted to pain killers after being diagnosed with five broken vertebrates from a sixty-pound improvised explosive device detonated under my vehicle. My crew and I are extremely fortunate. I have since turned my life around, but it cost me a retirement through the military and a few great career options with accompanying 401k’s.

I have a beautiful girlfriend and we share a boy. She has another boy from her previous relationship. I did not grow up wealthy and severely lack cultural capital for our next generation. Try as hard as we may, we cannot seem to get ahead. A couple of years ago we purchased a used vehicle that has cost us in repairs the equivalent of what we paid for it. It has been one thing after another. The home we have purchased has been a constant drain on money. Necessities that needed fixed or replacements like doors, water heater, furnace, windows, and roof. It gets extremely cold here in the winters. At times it can get as low as negative sixty degrees Fahrenheit. All this to say the repairs are absolutely necessary and not aesthetic fixes.

For the last year we have been saving one hundred dollars a week. Unfortunately, those funds were spent on new refrigerator and doors for our home. We are in desperate need of a new vehicle, and ultimately what needs to happen is some sort of reprieve from the constant and continuous spending for the aforementioned necessities. With prices continually increasing we have been unable to save for the last month. We need help. I am not blaming all of our hardships on the economy or others entities. It has just become increasingly tough with a family and responsibilities that accompany it.
I work fifty-plus hours a week. When I get home from work we get two hours of family time before bed. My girlfriend works part time as well as raises the boys. We are doing everything right, or at least we believe we are.

Rural Montana is not a bastion of wealth, but it is our home, where our families reside, and where we want to raise our boys. My family has been here since there were humans on this continent. I am proud to be a multigenerational Montanan, and proud of our Native American and immigrant heritage. My family settled and married into the local tribe. I do not benefit from the reservation, because until recently we were not federally recognized. Moreover, I have healthcare through work anyways so there is not much help available there.

I do not believe in a redistribution of wealth and that is not what I am looking for. What I am proposing is that someone invest in the future of a thirty-six year old veteran, servant of society, and father’s immediate families future and helping create cultural capital for generations to come. We have resisted getting into debt with a majority of our purchases being cash from savings. Seeing all the debt in the news we have tried to be as responsible as possible. We live three hours from the nearest city. We need a reliable vehicle that she desperately deserves. We need a savings account that will be able to provide for our children’s future. I sincerely don’t care if I am in new clothes, but I want my children to need for absolutely nothing. I do not want to worry about our credit cards that are exclusively being used on groceries getting paid. If there is anyone out there that believes in helping a real person who just wants to build a base of cultural capital we would sincerely appreciate it. Thank you for taking the time. For more information I would be more than happy to enlighten you.

 

My name is Mike. I’m a Veteran of the United States Army that discharged with PTSD. It affected me so much that I became homeless, addicted to drugs (fentanyl) to be exact. I’ve been fighting this addiction for 10yrs now and Im proud to say that I’ve got just under a year clean and I’m still moving right along. I’m asking for any donations that may go towards my Outreach business that will allow me to go out and gather resource for my struggling community, all while sharing my experience, strength and hope to the helpless and hopeless. I want to show the struggling that they took can make it out of this thing alive. I also intend to complete schooling in political science. My intentions there are to provide a very detailed and experienced look into the eyes and mind of an addict and to blow a whistle on certain programs that are being used and paid for by the working class that addicts like I was only use to get by. Never really intending to make things better. Anyways, that is a long term goal of mine. For now I just need help starting a business that will help me gain the experience that I need that is proof of my desire to help my peers. This has always been my dream, to help others. And I find joy In peer support like no other thing in life other than the relationship with my 8 year old daughter. I would love for her to also see that I made it out alive and that I was not a dead beat, and that I was there for her. Thank you for you time. God Bless

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TRUTH,What I seek is freedom. Im 42yrs, intelligent, healthy, not ugly. Im a skilled building engineer thay has experience in management. My opinion, one of the best in my field. Im also a recovered drug addict..dont run away just yet.Honesty is my forte these days, which has caused me some problems, because most people cant handle real. I am not ashamed of my past.i am quite proud of it really.you see I wasn’t learning important things the way I was living,so GOD allowed me to take a path that would ensure I learned what He wanted me to learn, I am proud of my past as now I know who I really am, and im grateful for it. I quit my job 3 months ago because a new boss of mine was treating me like a child as i was behind in safety training.
I was behind beccause i was 1 man at a 3 man site for 7 months. Boss withheld materials i needed to take care of service requests, said i couldnt have them until safety classes done. I had technically 4 months in system to complete 6 hrs of a 10hr. class.i simply told him not to treat me as a child. There are better ways to get me to do something rather than treat me as a child.he decided to curse me out in front of others.i had no choice, it was either knock him out, go to jail and lose my job or walk out.so i went home.i gave that company everything i had for 2 years I wasnt going to let that weasel with less experience than me, treat me like his bitch.job market tougher than expected. 3 months later savings gone, still no job. My credit is 705 was 300 4 years ago.there will be no xmas this year for my kids.may lose my house that i own,car etc. I seek freedom, ill work for you,invest how you direct me, i need a mentor or something to help me and/or teach me to be free.ill do whatever that is morally reasonable.i want to be able to help others. Tired of the rat race,im capable of more. Give me a shot,i wont fail you. $kfred44

Hello, my name is Skyler. I have long blonde hair and light blue eyes. I’m around 5‘,7“ and 130 pounds. I wish more than anything in the world to crab. I grew up on Anna Maria Island with my grandmother most of my life. My mother has always struggled with addiction, along with my father and being incarcerated throughout my life. I played soccer for 6 years, played the flute for 4 years, and attended the medical Academy throughout high school. I have attended some college and found it was too much at the time due to having two children. Along down the road I struggled with a physical, mental, and  emotionally abusive relationship. My father was released from prison and came back into my life, and also brought me the gift of Crabing around this time. My fathers, uncle Gary provided us everything we needed. Whether we made money or not, I was there for the passion. We would crab from sunrise to sunset bringing home anywhere from 1 crate to 7 crates. Beautiful profits and experience. My favorite memory was the crab traps being thrown back into the water and lighting up from bioluminescence before the sun came up. The best crabbing days were the cloudy days. Gary has since passed away, and we have not been able to crab. In the meantime, we spend our days building pool cages, and doing any kind of exterior construction work. We found a crazy good deal providing two boats, 350 traps, a truck, and stone crab tags. New engines on the boat. Including Crabing license. Oh for a mere $75,000. I am reaching out for my dreams. I am open arms for the favor returned with interest. My PayPal is @SkylerSculco