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Hello-  My name is Anthony and I am a person that is reaching out to other people like yourself that might be able to make this world a better place. 

Here is my pathetic yet true story of real life which is deluded through my now resentful, cynical, painful eyes.  I am so talented, so capable of right, and purely good.  I mean, I could have been.   I hang onto the idea that I still can be.  My beliefs are too numb to impact reality at this point. That is where my mind traps me on a daily basis, the past!  I am reaching out to fellow people to help rid this earth of people this devastating, death seeking evil. I have now been addicted to meth for precisely six months and I am too numb to approach myself for I am lost within.  I still exist, but not in the sense that somebody whom has never seen this darkness does.  I am barely at the surface writing this letter and it is only temporary.  I will be engulfed once again as soon as it chooses to. 

My brother was a meth addict and I thought him to be dead inside.  He has been using for over 3 years.  We at one point owned a business together, but we did not make each other better people.  We never have.  Our love is undying and blinding for one another  Our love is true, pure, and painful.  I could not imagine living in this world without my immediate family. 

The purpose of this letter is not to ask for money for parents.  It is to assist in helping my parents retire peacefully and hopefully allow me an opportunity for treatment.  I have spent all of my money and we have put our parents into a situation that is nothing short of low, self-centered, and painful.  My mother was a retired principal of high school, and my father a hockey coach/.   Our family is falling apart because they are overmortgaged on the property that my brother and I live in. We are in the process of moving now but my parents are on the loan.  My parents chose to bet on us, and we failed.  I want to be direct and precise with what I am asking for I am about to go back under this thing for who knows how long,.   I need several hundred thousand so that my parents can get this mortgage out of their name and not worry.  The house is overmortgaged by about 150k.  I then am asking for enough money for my brother and myself to go to separate, isolated treatment centers for several months.  I do not need luxury, only passion and truth. 

I am then asking upon completion of 1 yr clean, the funding for a class or course that I can provide for kids.  I must educate them on me.  I will do this the rest of my life.   I need help, and I am hoping that you do not take the speed of this email as non-educated for I am.  My w2’s from 03 state I made 250k.  I have seen money, and I do not want money.  I need help.  My parents need help.  I can help the world if you help them first, me second.  If you do not want to speak with me out of disgust I understand.  You can speak with my mother directly.  Allow yourself to atleast have a conversation with an amazing person.  My father is equally amazing.  I am losing grip.  I hurt and if you could atleast help them sell this jail of a house, I will be able to take care of myself. I think , I do not promise.  Help please. 

Please email me with suggestions.  I will gladly give anybody my parents phone # IF THEY WILL HELP FREE THEM OF ME.  I LOVE THE LIFE I HAVE BEEN GIVEN.   I want to do no more harm and if that means me dying to allow them to move on then so be it.  But that would kill them more. I love the people that were apart of my life.  I realize I can’t help my brother.  I am having trouble now helping  myself. 

Thank You

Tony

Does this really work? I hate to sound jaded, but I really wonder if there are any people left who truly care about anyone else? It seems as though society in general is deteriorating at such a rapid pace, that any human brother or sisterhood seems like a far fetched tale you heard about once from someone, but you find it hard to fathom.

I am a very genuine, sincere and caring woman, with a heart of gold. I am very kind hearted and I have alot of passion for the people and their plight. I've always tried to help people anywhere along the road of life, as much as I could, and now I find the shoe on the other foot, and everyone I've helped is gone, or has long term memory loss.

 I am losing my grip on life, I'm slipping from reality. I need a sponsor, someone who cares to please throw me a life preserver, or better yet, to pull me into your boat. I'm drowning, and I'm running out of strength.

I want to get better, but I need some rest. My life is in turbo gear and it is jammed there. Everyday zooms by me, and its all a blur. I really need a friend. I need support. emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually. I am reaching out to anyone who will listen, my soul is begging, hoping and praying that there is a generous and caring soul out there, someone real without an agenda???? someone who wants to make a huge difference in someone's life and someone humble enough to not want recognition and praise for their generosity and love.

 I need a secret santa of sorts. I'll stop here and see if anyone replies.......thank you.   You can reply to me at coolvegaschic@gmail.com