After 11 years at my job, I recently lost everything. I finally found the courage to leave my alcoholic husband and take my three children to start over, but it seems like everything that could go wrong has. Eight months ago, I became sick and had to undergo chemo and radiation. Even while battling illness, I worked full time at the hospital, pushing through the hardest days because I am the only income in our home. I picked up all the overtime I could, but it still wasn’t enough.

Five weeks ago, my car broke down and the transmission needs to be replaced. Without transportation, I lost my job two weeks ago—the job I loved so much—because I simply couldn’t get there. I’ve had a public job since turning 16, and it’s not like me to not work. I never thought I’d be in this position, and asking for help is something I’ve always struggled with. I want to be independent and provide for my children, but for their sake, I’m swallowing my pride and reaching out for support. We are just a few short weeks away from being homeless, and I cannot let my kids down.

I’m not asking for a handout, but a hand up. Once I’m back on my feet, I will pay it forward. If you can find it in your heart to donate, you’ll be helping me get my car fixed, return to work, and give my kids the life they deserve. Thank you so kindly, and God bless you.

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