I have lived 33 years with never asking for a handout, yet this year I found myself needing a bit of help twice. I had to allow myself to swallow my pride and realize I need help. This is no one else’s burden but my own but if you are here reading this I appreciate it so much. Heading to my 34tg birthday on Oct. 14 I have lived in Los Angeles for 28 years. I have built my life here, this is my home. But rules are rules, I have tried fur years and spend thousands of dollars trying to do it the right way. I am at my final straw as I do not wish this pain on no one. I will be fighting my removal of the place I called home forever in court soon. Telling my kids was the worst feeling. The anxiety and sadness I feel is overwhelming on top of the cost weighing in on me. Most people I know are 1st, 2nd, or 3rd generation if your lucky enough to not live in fear, I hope you find it in your heart to donate to my cause or keep me in your prayers. Everyone knows how much I love my family, how much of a hard worker; strong, nice and sweet person I am. But at the moment I am pretty broken, I appreciate whatever amount you can donate or even a repost is greatly appreciated- ilse