Ray wrote:
>
> okay here it goes my name is ray and i just lost my job just this
> month and i need help and i will not stand on a corner to ask for
> help like the bums. i am been trying to work doing landscaping.
> but those hours are just not making it.. i am asking any one on the
> net if they can send me any kind of money.. just to let every one
> know i am not tring to be a millionaire by doing this ,just get by.
> i will lose my apt at the end of the month today is Augest 15,2006....
> to help me just go to www.paypal.com and sign up and send me anything
> you can.thank in advance.if you like, you can send me a email at.
> XXXXXXXXXX will answer your email if u send me one thanks..that is the
> email that u will need to send me some change please hopefully this is
> not illegal...as i think if the Pan handlers can ask for change on a
> corner i can ask on the internet
>
> With warm wishes, bless you and your loved ones, Ray Garcia
>
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Ray,
Are we viewed as your "customers"? It would seem so, given the blurb
(above) about how this "request" was posted!
Presumably, you are (most likely) living in the States. Facing
"total melt-
down" is certainly a daunting experience that many people face these
days of
"The New Millenium," in the States as in other "First World (Developed)
Nations,"
ironic as that reality obviously is.
I have lived on a limited income for many, many years, so only
occasionally
can "give (small amounts) to good causes." Panhandlers qualify in my
book occa-
sionally -- the elderly, mentally disturbed (when it's apparent that's
the case).
As a rule, I don't help anyone smoking or drinking booze (yes, one does
see it
occasionally!) "Street youth" more often than not get nothing, 'cause
they are
puffing on cigarettes . . .I'm not gonna give my hard-earned money for
anyone,
except on occasion a very elderly person, to smoke. It may seem
contradictory,
but I figure the elderly deserve the op****tunity to enjoy a cigarette
now and
then, after the lives that they've had to lead . . .not much time left
for them
in this valley of tears!
I've bought street newspapers like "Spare Change" from
down-and-outers,"
as I'm an English teacher and appreciate the im****tance of everyone
getting,
and grabbing, the chance to share their lives and their thoughts! By
the
same token, I've bought magazines of street youth's writings, including
poetry and illustrations. I feel much more comfortable about this kind
of
"giving," for there's a valuable "exchange" in each of such cases.
Mebbe you can tem****arily take advantage of a local shelter where you
live, and soup-and-sandwich meals at "soup kitchen" setups, often at
local
churches, esp. (my church-of-origin) the Roman Catholic church? Another
(Protestant) church that I worked for (as receptionist in their
community
centre) always had sandwiches and bus tickets for those in need. You
can
probably get a free meal at the local Hare Krishna Temple (something
like
once a month), and food banks have sprung up all over North America to
be
sure people don't go hungry. Our Canadian city has a famous building
(the
old city hall) devoted to providing healthy food, including hot dinners,
at very, very low prices, as well as a library, various free courses,
and
social activities. The "Sally Ann" and similar secondhand stores are
ex-
cellent sources of clothing appropriate to "job hunting."*
It may sound rather unfeeling, but both my parents survived the Great
Depression through determination and resourcefulness. Our father was
still
in his late teens when he had to manage, totally on his own (for the
subse-
quent 8 years) in The Big City, too far from his family's farm many
states
away to depend on his family for some subsistence. He was too proud to
take
advantage of the bread lines, but survived by the skin of his teeth,
nonethe-
less! Mom's life was if anything even worse during her growing up years
on
not one, but two farms that failed. (Her family was one of those "Okie"
families that John Steinbeck described in _Grapes of Wrath_, driving
west in
a Model T with what few worldly goods they could manage to trans****t,
all to
get to a second farm that failed!)
Good luck!
"Putzfräulein"
* I know about all these resources partly because I've worked in such
places that provide sup****t for folks in the more "needy" area of
town, and partly because friends and I needed to avail ourselves of
some of these resources for a while at jobless times in our lives!
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