Can you help me?

Hi. Thats me. Up there. In the picture. And no Im not blind. Just didn't want my cry eyes in the pic. The dog? His name is Buster. He is 14 years old. Thats us. Again. We were here 5 years ago. I hate being here. I dont want to be here. But I want to live. No one knows Im here. Well everyone of my close family is dead but my sister. She is 68 years old though and cant look after her kid brother all her life. Buster doesn't know Im writing this. I just took that picture of us just now. Its the middle of the night.3:50am to be exact. I cant sleep. Stress has me wide awake.. I see a lot folk on here just type a paragraph and hope for the best. Forgive me if I typo sometimes. Ive been crying and my keyboard barely works. Ill try to correct mistakes. Im going to tell who I am and why Im here though. Be up front with you. And you too. First, thanks for coming in to at least take a look. I really do appreciate you. Buster would too if he knew. I wont lie to you . My story may seem like a sob story wrote to grab at you and plead for your assistance. Well it is the truth. I dont mean it as a sob story. But I have to type it out so you can know me some. Why if you are near to me you could come by and speak to me in person and see my life. Thats why Im here. Life. I want to lve. Im old, 53 actually. Disabled. But I still want to live life. Im trying. Ok here goes.

5 years ago me and my wife dropped in here to put outselves before the internet of all things. Our well pump busted and we had no water at all. And yep thats the basic reason Im here again. That well pump. Its dead. Kaput. Fineeto or whatever. You all helped us raise enough to get it fixed back then. But this time theres no coming back. Its off to the big well pump in the sky kinda of deal this dance. It left behind its mortal husk to taunt me. I wish you could hear me saying all this in my head. You're not getting the inflections, the nuance of it . All you get is times new roman or whatever this font is. Id use wingdings if I could. Or Star Trek fonts. anyways .....

The price of a pump is anywhere from $800.00 - $2000. Yes I had a poor girl apologizing to me for their prices locally for that last price. But everyone I talked to were really nice, kind, and tried to help me. Even sending me to other companies in the area. Bless them. In the end there are some local companies that can get me a new pump like I have that broke and they will price match a better online price if I can find it. Then I need to pay someone to get it installed for me. Me and Mister B. dont have any water at all. If you look at those pics you can tell my hair is slicked back. Thats gross. Mister B. thinks its just a new style or something. Little does he know.

But thats the broken pump problem. Im trying to raise enough to buy a pump and get it professionally installed. God knows Id try to do it but sure as the sun rises Id break something else trying to do it and be worse off. Can any of you kind people help us out? Please?

Me now Im 53. Ive been disabled since I was a child. This is the sob story if you haven't garnered that yet. Its the truth though so Im including it so you know me somewhat. I draw a small check each month. Instantly half of it is taken by a greedy mortgage loan place my dear sweet soulmate of a late wife signed on with to try and help us near on 15 years ago. It has 11.6% interest. Yep. Highway robbery. But I pay it. Im a good person. My wife said kind hearted for the way I loved her and the love I have of animals. I finished off our bankruptcy and got our debt paid. We didn't try to shirk our way out of it like some folk I could name do. And they have millions. But I was left with this mortgage.

Theres a little over 2 years left of this mortgage. So if I was really honest Id set the goal at $15,000 to get out from under that . Its killing me. But me and little Buster are doing what we can. Im a dreamer. Always have been. You have to be when you're poor and disabled. Id love to set the goal at $1 million! :) I know there are people out there that are so rich that they would just throw money at a wall . I wish one would come by and want to help me. But thats a dream.

When my well pump broke I went to Walmart to get some water jugs for me and my doggy. I didn't have any money in the bank at all even. But when I exited there was a church group selling bracelets to fund help for the needy. They knew I couldn't afford the full price and let my buy one cheaper than they were asking even so I d have one and I helped. Then when I got to my car a begger came up to me asking for anything. I gave him my last $2. I believe in kindness and karma. I know I know most think its silly. But at 53 Ive lived a life and Ive seen things I cant explain. So when I got home I found one of my online friends who is bad off himself and had hard times had sent me some money to try and help me out. It was more than the $2 I had given away. Karma I tell you. So if I had a million dollars I can tell you straight up at 53 years old I would not blow it or waste it. I would pay off my home, repair my car, get Buster better food and vet care and a new Lambchop stuffy because thats his favorite. Id repay my online friend quadrouple what he gave me. Then to my other online friend who has 2 teenaged kids in a 3 room apartment with his wife money to help them. He survived throat cancer and cares for injured animals when no one else will. Even with what little he has. I would share my help with others who need help. With the animals of this county who are killed every day in shelters for the crime of simply being too many of them. Or because a dog has lost its human family to age and is scared and snaps at people because he is alone and afraid and the county will put him on a do not adopt list to kill him. Its not right .Its NOT FAIR

And now Ive typed so much no one is reading and Ive made myself cry again. I need help. Me and Buster need your help. Its now 4:25am and little B is wondering why Im over here typing and not in bed so he can cuddle up to me. I dont have these answers people. I dont. I just dont. And Im at my end. I have no one to turn to. I am alone. Just me and Mr B. And I dont know how much time either of us have. No one does. Will you help me? Will someone help us? Please? Tell your friends. Tell your accountant. Anything would be a blessing. Im tired.

Thank you for your time in reading my trail of thought. I await your response.
Brian & Buster Boo.

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