You see, life has grown me in a way where asking for help feels like weakness. It feels like the most embarassing thing in the world, but I have a friend who has stood beside me through life and very heavily encouraged me to do this.
I have one semester left. One semester and I can graduate with two degrees. Maybe three. For the past four years I have worked a minimum of 2 jobs with a maximum of 4 so that I could get as many hours as possible. For the first three years it was enough. I was able to make all my payments. The last year though, I lost significant amounts of money because the government doesn't factor in that even though your parents made more moeny last year....you did not. I picked up as many hours as I could. I started most of my days at 3:30am and I returned to my home at about 10:30pm. Late september I began expierencing blackouts as my body struggled to keep up with the lifestyle I've had to live in order to pay for my education. Most days I'm not sure how I got out of bed. I tell you all this because I want and need you to know that I have been working so hard to put myself through college and asking for your help doesnt come lightly. I am so close and for the first time, I know that I won't make it on my own. I can't pick up another job because I already have three. I can't pick up anymore hours because there are no more hours left in the day and I discovered early on that sleep is not something you can go without for extended periods of time.
I have one semester left. I'm so close. If it is on your heart to give anything at all, please do so. I need your help.