"Please help me," I cry out into the dark wilderness. All my life, I have given all that I have to others. I have taken the broken bones of abuse from my first husband when I was only 19. He was from Poland and needed a marriage. I escaped at 22. I worked at a lab for 17 years. Then re-met my childhood sweetheart from Las Vegas at 36. What I thought was destiny, was actually him trying to destroy me. He broke me down to pulp. I had a daughter in 2002, then left him when he threatened my 10-month-old. Since then, I've had low-paying jobs serving the poor and defenseless. I was a daycare teacher, a kennel worker at an animal hospital, a tech at a blood donation center for the homeless, a rep for health insurance, and lastly, an insurance agent for Military insurance for 45 states. But then I got Coronavirus and snapped my back. They fired me. I have to pay my rent and utilities now, or I am evicted, with no way to move. I will be 57 on 11/16, a Scorpio, and I promise to pay back the world if I can stay in my apartment. Thank you.