Donation for Disaster Recovery; Just $5 Will Help

It is now one week past my 63rd birthday, and I am bankrupt, with no money, no checking account, no credit and still no home nor job. I am still in need of help.. and this morning finally figured out to put a Donation button on here so that readers can contribute help if they feel inspired to do so. Certainly I am still very much in need of some kind help. So, after reading my story, if you feel you can spare it, please donate so I can begin to save to get a home again and survive. To get a home again and to begin to rebuild my life, I need your help. If enough of you show compassion for me and help with a donation, I can begin to piece my life together again. You can help me to restore my life to stability and survival, if you will contribute just $5. It is not much, but if enough people help me then it will be a wonderful kindness on your part. PayPal requires an amount stated in order to put the donation button here, otherwise I would leave it to you to decide the amount. Please open your heart and help me through this devastation.

The Fire

My husband and I had bought our land in 1972, and beginning in 1983 started to build our western ranch type house there, just behind the peak of rocks that overlooked the valley. There was a joke among all the property owners in our area.. that the first thing you do when you buy property there is to dig a big deep hole.. that is for throwing your hundreds$$$ into because living there would cost so much due to its rural location. It cost more to build, more to haul in materials, supplies, more for just the road grading and all the other things that country properties demand. And so it was. We learned in time. Over the five years that it took to finish building our house, with my income and his physical labor, it cost me over $200,000 to build the house for materials, etc. It cost my husband a hernia and physical exhaustion. He started out in his late sixties and ended the construction a very tired looking 73 or so. I felt sorry for him often, watching him put the roofing on on a hot August day when the temperature was over 115 degrees. He got so tired he had to struggle use every bit of his energy and muscle power to pull the metal roofing sheets up the roof to place and nail them. Poor guy. What a price to pay, and what a lot of love he showed in doing it for me. He wanted me to be proud of him, which certainly I was. My heart was bursting with love for him. My heart ached for him.
The fire that destroyed our home, after his death, destroyed all that he had worked so hard to build. It destroyed me too.. that his efforts were now all lost, not here anymore as a testimony to his talent, skill, hard work and our love. It hurts to think of what we did and what we lost, what he lost..he lost his life, I lost my one true love, and the wonderful house he created with love as well.
Life can be a cruel thing.

Ruins of My House: Complete Fire Destruction

What was left of my home, burned to the ground

Disasters That Tore Apart My Life

I lost my one and only true love, my husband, to cancer in January of 1999. The diagnosis was made less than one month before his horribly painful death. After he died, I was still teaching full time, alone, and crying as I drove to and from work each day. Within six months of his death, our partner in business (we had built a family import business over eleven long years of work and finally that last year, the year of my husband's death, we made a small profit) stole all the money in the account and I was left with nothing to show for all our hard work. Then, while I was at work during the day, burglars broke into my home seven times, vandalising and stealing things. Each time the police took a report, but did no investigation. All I could do was deal with the pain and worry that if I were to be at the house the next time, I might be killed. It terrified me to even go to my own home. The hard luck did not end: a year and a half ago, the home was burned to the ground, also while I was at work, in a very suspicious fire. Nothing was left, and there was no insurance. Insurance had been impossible to get since the home was in the country, in an area no insurers would insure. So I lost the quarter of a million in income that had been spent in building it. After the fire, the thefts continued. Thieves stole all the solar panels and solar system parts that had been installed, and a 40 foot long container building as well. The thieves were incredibly bold in their actions. I became even more afraid than ever, and there was nothing left. All my furnishings, all my family things were lost. So I decided I had to sell the land. I had to sell it for half its true value, in a distress situation. After that, I invested the money in the stock market and we all know what has happened to that this year. Now I have lost all the money and have no income, since I quit teaching when I sold the land. My life has been a nightmare for these years since my husband died. He was all I had.. I have no children and no family to help me. I look to the kindness of strangers now to help me. I am lost out here and now at the age of 63. it is more diffifult to find employment; I am both too old and too over-qualified for most jobs. I have tried for the past year to get a job, with no success. I have applied for all sorts of jobs but heard nothing back.
Because of my losses, I am living with a friend, who is feeding and clothing me. I have lost everything I had accumulated over 35 years of working and saving.

Thanks for reading of my terrible situation. Hope you will help me, it will not cost you much. All of you have my word that when enough help comes to me, then I will shut down this blog.. my intention is not to continue receiving help past the point of enough to survive the remainder of the year, or until I land a job.
May your life be filled with better fortune than mine has been.. Please help with a five dollar donation to help me regain a home, by using the Donate button below.
JO