…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Summary: Roberta Ross has the best life living with her mother and spending the summer with her best friend, but what happens when a certain someone shows up and flips her life upside down? She’s asked to join a team of incredible people and fight alongside her incredible father, but does she want to?
A/N: wow okay first story on here! I’ve tried doing stories before, so I hope this one works out! I’m much better on wattpad, and if you guys are interested in checking it out I can link it in the next chapter (if there will be one). Enjoy :)
If I could go anywhere in the entire world, anywhere I wanted, I’d stay right where I am. I don’t want to go far for college, I don’t want to move out of state, I want to stay in Key Largo, Florida, my home. I’ve lived here all my life and never see myself leaving. The beach is my second home, my safety; I don't fear anything under the dark blue waters. The unsolved mysteries of the ocean don’t frighten me, it inspires me, motivates me to learn and solve. I imagine being a marine biologist and discovering a new species of fish or crustacean. Of course, I couldn’t do it alone. “What are we looking for today, Captain?" Ollie shouts from the steering wheel. I turn around from the bow of the boat, letting the wind fling my brown hair over my shoulders. The wind was casting Ollie’s long brown hair behind him. My hair was longer than his shoulder-touching curls, but his was brighter thanks to spending numerous days in the sun. His smile was wide with lines and perfect white teeth. His eyes were darker than the ocean, a nice pristine dark blue almost laced with black. I smile and turn my head out to the big blue ocean, letting the choppy sound of the engine fill my ears and the small spray o ocean hit my cheeks. "Out there,” I call back to him, pointing to dark rocks that just peak out from the waves. “Great choice, Cap,” Ollie shouts. The boat lightly swerves to the left, and soon we are a yard or so from the rocks. Ollie cuts the engine and emerges from the steering wheel. “Can’t get too close now,” I laugh, “Defiantly, learned that the hard way,” “You’d think the current isn’t strong enough to haul a boat away,” he shrugs and smiles. “I thought you meant the boat hitting the rocks,” I say as I squat in front of the white cushioned seats that double as a chest. “That too, thank God for O'Malley boat repairs!” he exclaims. “Stop sponsoring you grandpa’s business,” I giggle as I toss him a snorkel mask.
I am relatively young but in final stage renal failure. I have a higher chance of survival IF I can recieve proper medical care AND LIVING ASSISTANCE in a different state. Get me OUT of Mississippi. 8/29/18
The long post w the good explanation is being shared but not inspiring much help. So, I simplified it.
My illness is straight up fatal. Not gonna beat around thatBush, anymore. I seem desperate for help because I AM desperate for help.
My nephrologist has seen enough improvement in my kidney function, lately, to believe someone my age (early 30s) might have a longer life WITH PROPER AND FREQUENT MEDICAL ATTENTION. Sadly, that just isn’t an option where I live.
Please, if you can help me with moving expenses (even just a couple of bucks) I would be grateful. I’m sinking fast in Mississippi and now my doctors are giving me too much hope to ignore. I wanna get out of this situation and I’m working my fatigued, brain-foggy ass off to make it out of here.
If I can undo the damage my heart failure caused to the rest of my body, I want to. I don’t want to spend another month KNOWING what I should be eating, what medicines I should be taking, what tests and treatments I should be getting… and receiving almost none of it because Mississippi lawmakers think people like me have somehow earned slow, painful deaths.
11/12/18 - Though this has been shared a lot it hasn’t gotten any donations in a while. I’m struggling to get enough food. Since I was in the hospital since this past Thursday, I haven’t been able to find a job, yet. If I’d found a retail job this hospitalization probably would have gotten me fired. I’m not sure what to do while I wait for an answer from SSI
8/5/19 - Right now, a lot of basic needs are being covered by friends. I’ve gone full, no-contact with my family. My stress and anxiety has been more manageable now that I’m around people that don’t seem pissed off that I’m sick.
If you have anything extra, my main problem, now, is that all the bills I have like doctors I saw before I got insurance ($386) & MY PHONE ($477) are behind.
I am working on bankruptcy since I haven’t been able to work in a year, can’t get an answer on disability. Honestly, Trump’s America is gearing up for some international fuckery instead & won’t be sad about my poor, queer, disabled death. I know more people, right now, that are getting cut off than put on.
If you’ve got any bucks to spare, please help me alleviate some of the pressure on my friends. None is us are rich. Help me pay a bill or cover my food for a week.
i don’t care about fictional character drama. if you like a steven’s universe character who did something wrong once, fine. if u like any of the asshole double-crossing nintendo jesters, cool. i don’t even care if u like that smiley lady from the emoji movie. but know this: if u stan buck cluck from chicken little, i hate you with every once of every fiber of my very bring and my living force will carry on in spite of you.