Help Me Save My Mother’s House

Greetings Barbarians! Long days and pleasa…. (Who am I kidding?)

Friends, today, I come to you, not as Mr. A but as Arnie, your run of the mill blogger who is trying his best to live life. While many of you know Mr. A as a confident and strong person, I’m afraid he is the other half of me. You see, the other half of me has his anxieties, troubles, and worries. There are moments where I seemed to question everything. I find myself asking why can’t I get a break. There are moments where everything seemed so hopeless and I am so lost. I always believed that men make their fortune, but there are moments when I can’t help but ask why am I so damn unlucky?

In case you’ve been wondering where the hell I’ve been, I have suffered a series of anxiety attacks and took a step back. I have a lot on my plate right now, COVID-19, parenting, finances, and recently, my mom – mom’s house to be exact.

Before anything else, I would first like to talk about my mom. She was born on the 10th of May, the year 1960. She is the eldest daughter of a tailor and a market vendor. She came from poverty and at a young age of seven, she started going to the public market to help. That is the time she met my dad. They grew up together, settled down, and had us. Much like every Filipino who grew up in poverty, my parents left us to work abroad as soon as they had the chance. There, they spend a good 20 years working and saving as much as they could. They work their asses off to get to their dream and when the time came, my mom packed her bags and came back home to us. She used every bit of her savings in building her dream house here in the Philippines. She even helped others by sending a few kids to school and give them a chance to fulfill their dreams. A happy ever after kind of story, don’t you think?

This is my mom back when she was still in high school

I wish it was. Who wouldn’t want a fairy tale ending? Who wouldn’t want a picture-perfect finish?

If life ever taught me something is that it is volatile and chaotic. Nothing ever stays the same and it is always changing. Struggles are a part of life; there are bad days as much as there are good ones. 

It was 2018 when my mom suffered from pulmonary edema in which fluid has filled her lungs. She underwent a procedure to drain the fluid as well as medications to manage the build-up. While I could say that she has recovered now, she has been struggling with crushing debt. The situation forced to take a step back and amassed a large amount of debt while recovering. While some of you might say that this is not a big deal, but the Philippines is a tough place with or without the pandemic. It was so tough that two weeks ago, she received a repo notice for our home from the bank. We are being driven out of our home at a time of a pandemic unless we could come up with 1.5 million pesos (approx. $31,000) in three months. While my siblings and I are confident, there is no way we could come up with that much cash in a short amount of time. Now, I am left with no choice but to plead for you for help.

My mom before the procedure to drain the fluid in her lungs

You see, even with our combined efforts, we would still be short. Even if I liquidate all my assets and we would still be short. So, I’m going to swallow my pride and ask you for help. No, not ask but beg for your help. You may think that this is a scam, and you have every right to think so. I could understand why you would think like that and I will not hold it against you. Times are tough for everyone, even for you, I wouldn’t be doing this if it isn’t. I would like to try if you could help us. I would like to believe, despite the callousness and disheartenment in me. I would like to believe that with everything that is happening, I could do something about it. I would like to believe that there is still hope and goodness beneath the misery. I wanted to try to find some semblance of hope. 

So, what kind of help am I asking? 

You could subscribe to my Patreon page in which I am offering bonus content related to the blog. Take part in Q&A and polls, you get to decide what content you want me to make. Get access to exclusive content you can’t get anywhere else. Make requests and get included in the credit section of my post. I have been a blogger for a long time that content creation is my work and Patreon has been my primary source of income. 

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You could also hire me to be your proofreader and editor. I started a gig on Fiverr as a proofreader and editor as a hustle on the side. The thing is, I hate asking for help especially when it comes to money. I am not the kind of person who asks without offering anything in return. I always pride myself as an able-bodied and competent person and I would love to do meaningful tasks. So, if you want to help by offering me some work, please check out my Fiverr page. I would very much appreciate it!

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But if you are feeling generous and got some spare change, you could donate via Paypal. If you decided to do this, please note your email address. Allow me to contact you so that I could thank you and ask you if I could do something for you in return. 

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Finally, please share this. The thing is I need every subscription, work, and donation I could get. I know it is going to be a handful but I am willing to try to work my ass off to save my mother’s house. This means so much to her as much about me and my siblings, I hope you could help us. Help me save our home, help me save my mother’s dreams

To be honest, I hate talking about my struggles. I’m well aware that you don’t come here to read my blog for drama but it can’t be helped. You came here to feel empowered and gain insight. No one wants to be burdened by this kind of thing. If I have anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t be here. If I have other means, I wouldn’t do this. Things are so damn difficult right now that I’m willing to try anything. I would like to believe that I have a say on things or what’s the point? I would like to believe that I could try.

Let me thank you even for reading this. Let me thank you for hearing my plea for help. Let me thank you for making me feel that there is still someone willing to listen. Even now, I am grateful for having a wonderful friend like you. Thank you…

On behalf of my mom, my daughter, me and my sister, thank you…

For courage and freedom!

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