The Hawk & the Pennies...

He only took my hand.

Last night while I was trying to sleep,

My son's voice I did hear,

I opened my eyes and looked around

But he did not appear.

He said, "Mom, you've got to listen,

You've got to understand,

God didn't take me from you, mom,

He only took my hand.

When I called out in pain that day,

The moment that I died,

He reached down and took my hand,

And pulled me to His side.

He pulled me up and saved me

From the misery and pain.

My body was hurt so badly,

I could never be the same.

My search is really over now,

I've found happiness within,

All the answers to my empty dreams

And all that might have been.

I love you all and miss you so,

And I'll always be nearby.

My body's gone forever,

But my spirit will never die.

And so, you must all go on now,

And live, and understand...

God did not take me from you,

He only took my hand."

-Author Unknown

The Moment you died...

Wes has given me a Reason...

I've been seeing this great guy (Wes) for 5 months today!

He treats me like a Princess and I consider him my Prince.

We've had a wonderful time these last 5 months.

We have both lost a child and both are depressed over it.

Having these things in common brought us together.

But we have a lot more in common that has kept us together...

Here we are with his son at Chuckie Cheese...

Here Wes is at the Farm Show we went to.

Look at that Smile!

Here they are picking out a feather...

Such a Good Daddy!

His son is tired from the several hours we spent at the Farm Show.

I Really like Wes A lot...

He has made me Smile again...

He has given me a reason to be with him...

Although, Greg will always have a hole in my heart,

because he's the father of my sons,

and that we've been married for 23 years,

Separated for 2 years & awaiting divorce...

Wes has brought me through this time and given me a reason to love again!

Here's us at the Chirstmas Light Show in York, PA

We are so happy together...

Death of a Child...

LIFE...

What does it take to be happy in a marriage?

What does it take to be happy in a marriage? Here are 10 habits of happy couples. Any to add? 1. Go to bed at the same time: Happy couples resist the temptation to go to bed at different times. They go to bed at the same time, even if one partner wakes up later to do things while their partner sleeps. 2. Cultivate common interests: Don’t minimize the importance of activities you can do together that you both enjoy. If common interests are not present, happy couples develop them. Also cultivate interests of your own; this will make you more interesting to your mate and prevent you from appearing too dependent. 3. Walk hand in hand or side by side: Rather than one partner lagging or dragging behind the other, happy couples walk comfortably hand in hand or side by side. They know it’s more important to be with their partner than to see the sights along the way. 4. Make trust and forgiveness your default mode: If and when they have a disagreement or argument, and if they can’t resolve it, happy couples default to trusting and forgiving rather than distrusting and begrudging. 5. Focus more on what your partner does right than what he or she does wrong: If you look for things your partner does wrong, you can always find something. If you look for what he or she does right, you can always find something, too. It all depends on what you want to look for. Happy couples accentuate the positive. 6. Hug each other as soon as you see each other after work: Our skin has a memory of “good touch” (loved), “bad touch” (abused) and “no touch” (neglected). Couples who say hello with a hug keep their skin bathed in the “good touch,” which can inoculate your spirit against anonymity in the world. 7. Say “I love you” and “Have a good day” every morning: This is a great way to buy some patience and tolerance as each partner sets out each day to battle traffic jams, long lines and other annoyances. 8. Say “Good night” every night, regardless of how you feel This tells your partner that, regardless of how upset you are with him or her, you still want to be in the relationship. It says that what you and your partner have is bigger than any single upsetting incident. 9. Do a “weather” check during the day: Call your partner at home or at work to see how his or her day is going. This is a great way to adjust expectations so that you’re more in sync when you connect after work. For instance, if your partner is having an awful day, it might be unreasonable to expect him or her to be enthusiastic about something good that happened to you. 10. Be proud to be seen with your partner: Happy couples are pleased to be seen together and are often in some kind of affectionate contact — hand on hand or hand on shoulder or knee or back of neck. They are not showing off but rather just saying that they belong with each other.

Source:http://www.alternet.org/sex-amp-relationships/10-habits-happy-couples

Oh Greggy...

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails. Laughter is the sunshine in any life, and Gregory Edward you gave us a life time of love and laughter. You lived and loved full throttle and we simply delighted in you.

It seems like it was just yesterday that you held out your little hand for mine as you toddled towards me. Your smile was a ray of light after a storm – it was so bright – your infectious giggle used to bring tears of joy to my eyes when I would listen to you and your brothers’ playing. I can still hear you and your brothers playing while watching Barney. I can close my eyes and still see you and your brothers marching around the house singing. “I Love you, you love me, we’re a happy family with a great big hug & a kiss from me to you, won’t you say you love me too!” I can remember teaching you all what it meant to be gentlemen, and from that early teaching watching you grow into fine young men. 

Gregory, you and your brothers were inseparable, and yet you were so different from each other. The love that you felt for one another was beautiful, however, it was your friendship with each other that gave me the most comfort because you chose to be friends and you just happened to be brothers as well. My Three Sons, you all were The Three Musketeers, The Three Amigos, & The Three Greatest Gifts God Ever Gave me!

I used to think every moment with you and your brothers, was a Kodak moment and had my camera almost always ready! You & your brothers were such hambones – you all would stop and pose for me regardless of what you were doing. But then sometimes you all would run off and hide, saying No more Pictures Mom! As you grew older, I would pull out my camera & you would shoot me the dirtiest looks and say no way and dart off again. Those pictures never failed to make me laugh – you were such a stinker. I used to think the more determined I was to capture every moment the more resolute you were to make me work for my pictures. But that last Halloween day when you dressed up in those butterfly wings & asked me to put on your makeup... You didn’t have a problem with me taking photos that night.

Gregory, you were the most determined child – so opinionated in your likes and dislikes – so passionate for the family. You never failed to amaze me with your love for our family. You were the one who always helped me plan our next family meal or trip. It used to make me smile when you would share your heart with me, and tell me about your day, and then tie that into us going out to Sonic for Milkshakes or you driving to Arby’s for Dinner for you, Dad, & me...

Oh Gregory, if only I knew that Sunday Night was going to be our last conversation, I would have held on and never let you go. If only I knew as I watched you, make those silly faces at the patio door, that Thursday that it would be the last time I saw you laughing, I would have thanked you for all the joy and love you have ever given to me. If only I knew the last time I hugged & kissed you that Thursday was to say goodbye to you forever. If only I knew...

Gregory every day of my life I have given thanks for the privilege of being your mother, you were such a blessing and a joy to your father and I. We loved you so, and will continue to love you as we always have. The years went by too quickly. I still had so much to say to you, so much to teach you. However, as I struggle with my loss, and the over whelming grief I feel, it is your voice I hear as you teasingly remind me that love is a gift that never goes away, and the blessings never end, because love never fails.

10 Things that will be gone soon...

This is USA oriented, but Canada & the rest will not be far behind…

Whether these changes are good or bad depends in part on how we adapt to them.  But, ready or not, here they come.

1. THE POST OFFICE

Get ready to imagine a world without the post office.  They are so deeply in financial trouble that there is probably no way to sustain it long term.  Email, Fed Ex, and UPS have just about wiped out the minimum revenue needed to keep the post office alive.  Most of your mail every day is junk mail and bills, not to mention the pompous attitudes of the postal works in the post office.

2. THE CHECK

Britain is already laying the groundwork to do away with the check by 2018.  It costs the financial system billions of dollars a year to process checks.  Plastic cards and online transitions will lead to the eventual demise of the check.  This plays right into the death of the post office.  If you never paid your bills by mail and never received them by mail, the post office would absolutely go out of business.

3. THE NEWSPAPER

The younger generation simply doesn’t read the newspaper.  They certainly don’t subscribe to a daily delivered print edition.  That may go the way of the milkman and the laundry man.  As for reading the paper online, get ready to pay for it.  The rise in mobile Internet devise and e-readers has caused all the newspaper and magazine publishers to form an alliance.  They have met with Apple, Amazon, and the major cell phone companies to develop a model for paid subscription services.

4. THE BOOK

You say you will never give up the physical book that you hold in your hand and turn the literal pages.  I said the same thing about downloading music from iTunes.  I wanted my hard copy CD.  But I quickly changed my mind when I discovered that I could get albums for half the price without ever leaving home to get the latest music.  The same thing will happen with books.  You can browse a bookstore online and even read a preview chapter before you buy.  And the price is less than half that of a real book.  And think of the convenience!  Once you start flicking your fingers on the screen instead of the books, you find that you are lost in the story, can’t wait to see what happens next, and you forget that you’re holding a gadget instead of a book.  I may get a reader for Christmas (if Santa “read” my wish list.)

5. THE LAND LINE TELEPHONE

Unless you have a large family and make a lot of local calls, you don’t need it anymore.  Most people keep it simply because they’ve always had it.  But you are paying double charges for that extra service.  All the cell phone companies will let you call customers using the same cell provider for no charge against your minutes. I would have done away with it last year, but AT&T wireless reception sucks way up here in Commerce.  We live in the basement of our son’s home and had to buy the AT&T mini tower to boost the signal… but it drops calls and wavers in strength.  Since Judy works from home now, we have to have a secure, stable line and that is with the land line.  Dammit!

6. MUSIC

This is one of the saddest parts of the change story.  The music industry is dying a slow death.  Not just because of illegal downloading.  It’s the lack of innovative new music being given a hance to get to the people who would like to hear it.  Greed and corruption is the problem.  The record labels and the radio conglomerates are simply self-destructing.  Over 40% of the music purchased today is “catalogue items,” meaning the traditional music that the public is familiar with.  Older established artist!  This is also true on the live concert circuit.  To explore this fascinating and disturbing topic further, check out the book, “Appetite for Self-Destruction” by Steve Knopper, and the video documentary, “Before the Music Dies.”

7. TELEVISION REVENUES

Revenues to the networks are down dramatically.  Not just because of the economy.  People are watching TV and movies streamed from their computers.  And they’re playing games and doing lots of other things that take up the time that used to be spent watching TV.  Prime time shows have degenerated down to lower than the lowest common denominator.  Cable rates are skyrocketing and commercials run about every 4 minutes and 30 seconds.  I say good riddance to most of it.  It’s time for the cable companies to be put out of their misery.  Let the people choose what they want to watch online and through Netflix.

8. THE “THINGS” THAT YOU OWN

Many of the very possessions that we used to own are still in our lives, but we may not actually own them in the future.  They may simply reside in “the cloud.”  Today your computer has a hard drive and you store your pictures, music, movies, and documents.  Your software is on a CD or DVD, and you can always re-install it if you need be.  But all of that is changing.  Apple, Microsoft, and Google are all finishing up their latest “cloud services.”  That means that when you turn on a computer, the Internet will be built into the operating system.  So, Windows, Google, and the MacOS will be tied straight into the Internet.  If you click an icon, it will open something in the Internet could.  If you save something, it will be saved in the cloud.  And you may pay a monthly subscription fee to the cloud provider.  In this virtual world, you can access your music or your books, or your whatever from any laptop or handheld device.  That’s the good news.  But, will you actually own any of this “stuff” or will it all be able to disappear at any moment in a big “Poof?”  Will most of the things in our lives be disposable and whimsical?  Will the government have easier access to your “stuff” (i.e. privacy)?   It makes you want to run to the closet and pull out that photo album, grab a book from the shelf, or open up a CD case and pull out the insert.

9. JOINED HANDWRITING (CURSIVE)

Cursive is already gone in some schools who no longer teach “joined handwriting” because nearly everything is done now on computers or keyboards of some type.

10. PRIVACY

If there ever was concept that we can look back on nostalgically, it would be privacy.  That’s gone.  It’s been gone for a long time anyway.  There are cameras on the street, in most of the buildings, and even built into your computer and cell phone.  But you can be sure that 24/7, “THEY” know who you are and where you are, right down to the GPS coordinates, and the Google Street View.  If you buy something, your habit is put into a zillion profiles, and your ads will change to reflect those habits.  “They” will try to get you to buy something else.  Again and again!

All we will have left that can’t be changed are “Memories”… unless “THEY” put you somewhere and alter those memories

REPURPOSING OLD WRENCHES

For when you run out of something to do...

Truly amazing and beautiful and can you imaging how durable!

Lost Wrenches

No wonder I can never find the right size, he's got them all!

How cool is this guy???

He lives near Boort, Victoria, Australia and does it all by himself from a wheel chair. Amazing!

Wasn't this worth looking at?

Amazing work...

Judy Kay Schertzer will be sorely missed...

God, Your word says, 'You are a very present help in times of trouble...' Judy's Family & Friends need Your help right now, for this is a time of trouble for them. Please let Your Presence become very real to them. I ask that you would lift the heaviness of their heart, and that You would bear their burden of sorrow and begin to exchange it for peace and hope. Father, shower them with unexpected tokens of Your love, so they would know how much You really do care. God, we do not understand suffering, but we are grateful that You have promised to be with us in the midst of it. Let Your words be a comfort to my friends in this time of tears. 'Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.' In Jesus mighty name. Amen

Judy Kay Schertzer 48 of Penbrook, died Thursday, January 2, 2014, at her home.
Mrs. Schertzer was born in Washington, MD, and was the late daughter of the late William Russell and Constance Ellen (Lyter) Stakley. She graduated from Dauphin County Vo-Tech. She was formerly employed with Walmart, where she was a cashier. She was a member of the Zion Evangelical Lutheran Church and was a volunteer at the Middletown-Hummelstown Railroad.
Mrs. Schertzer is survived by her Husband of 23 years, Scott D. Schertzer, one Sister, Robin (Rick) Snyder of Harrisburg; Several Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Nieces and Nephews.
A Memorial Service will be held on Saturday, January 11, 2014, at 12 Noon, at the Zion Evangelical Lutheran Church, 2730 Booser Ave., (Penbrook) Harrisburg. The Rev. Pamela J. Carnes, will be officiating.
A Visitation will be held on Saturday, January 11, 2014 from 10:30 AM to 12:00 Noon.
Memorial Contributions may be made to Pennsylvania Psychiatric Institute, Attn Ruth Moore, 2501 N. 3rd Street, Harrisburg Pa. 17110.

Judy, I miss you...

He only takes the best

God saw you getting tired, 

The cure was not to be 

He wrapped you in His loving Arms, 

And whispered "Come to Me" 

You suffered much in silence, 

Your spirit did not bend 

You faced your pain with courage, 

Until the very end 

You tried so hard to stay with us 

Your fight was not in vain 

God took you to His loving Home

And freed you from your pain 

A golden heart stopped beating, 

Two working hands at rest 

God broke our hearts to prove to us, 

HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST

Crispy Cheddar Chicken

2 lbs chicken tenders or 4 large chicken breasts
2 sleeves Ritz crackers
1/4 teaspoons salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
1/2 cup whole milk
3 cups cheddar cheese, grated
1 teaspoon dried parsley

Sauce:
1 10 ounce can cream of chicken soup
2 tablespoon sour cream
2 tablespoon butter

Crush crackers. If using chicken breasts and not tenders, cut each chicken breast into 3 large pieces. Pour the milk, cheese and cracker crumbs into 3 separate small pans. Toss the salt and pepper into the cracker crumbs and stir the mixture around to combine. Dip each piece of chicken into the milk and then the cheese. Press the cheese into the chicken with your fingers. Then press the cheesy coated chicken into the cracker crumbs and press it in.

Spray a 9×13 pan with cooking spray and lay the chicken inside the pan. Sprinkle the dried parsley over the chicken. Cover the pan with tin foil and bake at 400 degrees for 35 minutes. Remove the tin foil, bake for an additional 10-15 minutes, or until the edges of the chicken are golden brown and crispy.

In a medium sized sauce pan combine the cream of chicken soup, sour cream and butter with a whisk. Stir it over medium high heat until the sauce is nice and hot. Serve over the chicken

In Silent Prayer...

Merry Christmas...

Christmas at the Gas Station

You never know who is knocking

 

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.  Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."  "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.  He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."  Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.  "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.  "But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."  George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.  George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.  "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.  As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."  George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.  "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."  The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.  He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."  George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."  George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.  "None for me," said the officer..  "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.  The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.  "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.  "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."  The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"  The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."  He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."  George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."  George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."  He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."  The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."  "Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.  George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.  "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"  "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.  Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."  George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.  "That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.  "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."  The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"  Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."  "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."  George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."  The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."  "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."  George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.  "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."  The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."  "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."  George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"  "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"  "Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."  The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.  The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."  George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.  "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."  The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."  George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.  "You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."  George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus" This story is better than any greeting card. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!

THE PAIN....

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Please Join my event to remember my son, wherever you are...

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Please Help me Buy a Used Car to see my Kids...

My youngest son (Forever 18) died on 4-26-2010 & my husband left me on 4-2-2012. My only two living sons live in Florida and it’s been so long since I’ve seen them & hugged them. One lives in Jacksonville & the other lives in Palm Coast. I want to be able to see them again. I Miss them so much! Since my son died I’ve been very depressed & when my husband left me it became worse. I’ve been in therapy for over a year now, 5 days a week, 6 hours a day. I live on Social Security and it’s been really rough to save up enough to buy a used car. Please help me… I don’t know if this will work but I’ve noticed that it’s worked for some other friends of mine… I’ve never been away from my kids for so long!! I live in PA, because my family lives here & that’s where my ex-husband dropped me off at. Nearly 1000 miles away from my kids. Living without a car is tough! I have to rely on the bus to get to therapy each day and I can't work yet, I have to work through my mental illnesses...

Please Help...

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Thank You in Advance

Message From Heaven...