Jeana Daniel

I was a mother of three. Their father set me on fire while I was pregnant. She was fine even with the year I spent in the burn center, even with the job's garments which hurt if you don’t know much about burns. He burned 22% of my body. I had four surgeries and I also have four skin grafts. The story gets better than there or worse. Here I am in a burn center, two babies, one on the way, and I’m alone. Luckily, my mom helped with the girls while I was healing. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know if we would’ve even lived. Maybe we weren’t even supposed to live. If it was the 1700s, they would’ve just left us to die. Maybe that would’ve been less cruel, but instead, I was made into a single mother. I tried to find a husband, but he died at 36 from kidney failure due to diabetes. I only had nine years with him. After that, I gave up on men for a while. All they ever did was hurt us or yell at my girls. They treated them like slaves or like they’re supposed to know everything when they’re just kids. I don’t know how I ever ended up with men who never had kids of their own, but somehow that’s just what happened. I got a Facebook message from a high school friend, well, more than a friend. He wanted to get married so quickly, and I had hesitations from the beginning, but I already had a foundation with this guy, and I needed help. However, I was the one who ended up working 14/16 hour days, and he spent the money on women. My money that I worked for, not on my kids, on other women. I can’t say that I didn’t go a little crazy with that. I did find the girl, and I told her husband, and when he wouldn’t listen, I called his mother. Then, when that didn’t help, I posted it all over the pumps at the gas station where they met every morning. I was a little vindictive and very young and naïve. After all this, I got a job offer. It was in Florida. I went to open up some restaurants there. My husband that had cheated on me, of course, went with me because I was dumb enough to forgive him. He ended up leaving me for the waitress that I hired, but it didn’t last very long. He’s in prison for a very, very long time for what he did to her child. Thank God my kids were too old for him. Plus, Katie would’ve probably kicked his ass. I’ve had two dreams in my life that actually meant anything. The first dream was that we were gonna go to Florida, and he was gonna leave me and cheat on me there. I saw the girl plain as day, and I still hired her. I don’t know why. I guess it was just thinking my gut was wrong. The second dream was that Katie got shot in the head. Katie didn’t get shot in the head, thank God for that, but she was killed coldly on a bathroom floor. A dirty bathroom floor. She was 21, barely 21, just starting her life. It took everything I had to get her home to bury her in Georgia where she belongs, and I will never go back to Florida. Never. Except for I have a grandchild there, so I can’t say never, but the way things have been going in my life, I’ll never have the money to see her, to go there and just hold her, my Bella. I miss her, and I miss her mom, and her mom should be raising her. Katie was outstanding, smart. Not a kid that you would ever think would get herself into a situation like that, nor would I ever think the police would walk up my driveway and tell me my daughter was never coming home. Now I’m suspended from work until they decide what they’re gonna do: the assisted living into a nursing home or keep it going. We don’t know because I haven’t been there at that specific location long enough. I cannot draw any money from them. It’s a legal thing. Don’t think I haven’t been looking because I have been looking everywhere for work, for anything. The longer I sit here in this house, the worse it gets for me. I need to go back to work. I need to be around people. I need to be able to pay my bills, and I need support. I don’t know what I need. I know my rent is $850. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but when you’re in a bad situation, everything is a lot. My husband’s been gone for 10 months. I haven’t gotten really any help from him at all, which I never really thought I would. He’s very selfish. I pick some of the worst men sometimes. I know I drive people crazy asking all the time, but I have this terrible fear of abandonment, and I can’t make it go away. Believe me, I’ve tried, and I’ve been alone for months now. If anyone, anyone at all, can just help me, just a dollar, anything, I promise God will make it up to you. It says in the Bible to help those who cannot help themselves, and I cannot. Please help me.

I was suspended from my work while they’re trying to transform it from a sister living into a full-fledged nursing home but because I was the low person on the totem pool and I don’t even been there three years I do not get paid for this so I’m on my own. I don’t want a new job. I want this job. I love this job. I feel like I’m working in God‘s waiting room. My daughter Kaitlyn she passed away. There’s a picture below to prove that I’m not lying. I had to bring her back from Florida to get her hair back to Georgia to bury her with her family and it took everything I had and then I saved up a little bit more money and my fuel filter went out in my car and that was it. There’s nothing else I have $36.12 and I need help no I’m begging for help. I’m asking for mercy. I understand that little children are the ones who went on here and get what they need and I’m not against that at all, but please please thank me think about having just a little mercy on me so I can pay my bills just for a long enough for me to find another job because as much as I love this one and don’t wanna lose this one I can’t live like this I have to make money. I’m very good at what I do so if you have any parents who have Alzheimer’s and need help during the day or at night you’re more than welcome to contact me. I have all my certificates I’ve done all of my stuff. I just haven’t had a TV test in a month. I’m praying that there’s just one person out. There will help me. I don’t care if it’s a dollar I don’t care if it’s five dollars I don’t care if it’s $1000. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m good with money. I can try my best to pay all my bills. My electric bill is only $70. Please help me.

My first husband set me on fire when I was pregnant with our youngest daughter. She made it and she's beautiful. Unfortunately, our second born was murdered, and our first born is perfect. Well, as perfect as a mom of three can get, but that's not the problem. The assisted living facility I worked at closed its doors to reopen as a nursing home. I don't have my CNA yet, so I'm out of work. It's been almost 3 weeks now, and I spent the last bit of my money replacing a fuel filter in my car. I've been trying to live with him. I mean, I just bought rice and beans this week. I'm hoping that that'll be enough to keep me alive, at least until I can go back to work. I love my job. I'm really good at it. If anybody needs someone to sit with their parents, I would be willing to do that: cook, clean, make sure everyone goes to the bathroom, make sure everyone is safe, and ensure lunch and dinner get cooked every night. But that's still not the problem. I have $37.17. I don't know what I'm gonna do. That's never gonna last me long enough to find a job. I'm begging for some mercy. I need a little help. I've never had to ask for help before. I've always just been able to figure it out, but since Katie died, my brain's not working the way it should. I can't explain it. It just feels foggy and sad. I love working with older people because I feel like I'm working in God's waiting room, and maybe, just maybe, I could catch a glimpse of Katie, even though I know she's resting in God's arms. I'm scared and alone. I have no husband. My kids have all moved out. It's just me, and I don't think I can figure this one out by myself. It cost everything to fix that fuel filter. Please help me. Just give me the benefit of the doubt. I'm begging for your mercy. I don't care what you give me, $1.00 or five dollars or whatever you can afford. I know times are hard, and here I am, some stranger begging for mercy. I am a Christian. I believe in God, and I know that He comes through in the end, but I don't know where the end of this is, and I'm scared. If just a few people would help me, I can improve everything. I'm not a quitter. I will keep looking. I will keep moving forward, and if I have to continue to eat rice and beans, I guess that's what I have to do. I was just hoping someone would help me.