Where does one start?
Millions of people in the world suffering and then you get your good Samaritans out there, willing enough to help out in different ways.\

At this stage in my life I am relying on Law of Attraction. Try to be positive and believe that good will come our way.

What is my story?

Firstly, I am 29years of age. A woman. I have a 28 year old husband and two beautiful children. My boy is 4 years old. His name is Arjay. He may be 4 years old, but he is a real go-getter. He knows what he wants. Full of life and energy. Very sensitive, but he is not scared or shy to show you how he feels.
My daughter is 1 years old. Her name is Saskia. She is the diva in the house. Screams with full volume and just letting you know she is there! She is my little ladybug!

We live in South Africa. Unfortunately not much opportunities. We both worked, but then the company can't afford you anymore, so you go on to the next job and so it goes on.
I am not going to write down my whole life story. There are too many sad stories out there, mine is just another grain in the sand.
2007 I had a job as a estimating secretary, but I lost my job, because I fell pregnant with my daughter. They did not have much sympathy.
Since then I have struggled to find a job. And obviously you need to find a decent work to at least put bread and butter on the table every night.
My husband has been doing odd jobs here and there. We have even tried Forex Currency Trading, went well for a couple of months. It paid the bills, until when the oil hit $150 a barrel and we had the wrong opening and lost all our money.

So we have been up and down.

In South Africa, the rand is so ridiculous, we only need $500 a month to survive.

So yes, my first begging question would go to...I need a couple of dollars just to carry us through a next month. We are looking for jobs, but as I said, it is going...actual fact...it is going nowhere!

Secondly, I come out of a poor family. So my sister and I have had to do our own thing since I can remember.
I was lucky enough to have met my hubby, him having a car and things going okay then.

My sister on the other hand, she is a person not showing her feelings. She has had no luck with a special person in her life, nor with money. Last year she did finally meet a guy, the guy of her dreams. He made her pregnant and left her after finding out! You can just imagine what it did to her, leaving her  without any self respect. Broken. Her beautiful baby daughter was born 05 November 2008. She was born premature, but beautiful. Two weeks ago Danica got Meningitis from the school. It started with ear infection and then went full blown bacterial into her brain and her blood.

To make things shorter, she is currently in ICU in Chris Barnaard Hospital in Cape Town. She is 6 months old and on life support. Don't know if she is going to make it, cause she is not responding to any antibiotics or surgeries.

Danica is my sisters life! And here I have two healthy children and a husband and I only sit and watch my sister dying piece by piece within herself.
Luckily my sister has a half day job with medical aid, but she does not have a car.

My biggest wish is to be able to buy her a small little car, that would cost about $10 000 for a small little car. At this stage she uses the train to go to work and walks where ever she needs to go.
A car would make her life soooo much easier.

Gosh...i have a lot of problems, but I know I am not alone in this world and there are people out there who have far more worse problems than I have.
And I also know that I need a lot of money to be able to help so many people including myself and my family, but that is why I am hoping that some people will donate money to me and at the end it all adds up so that I can help my sister buy her a car and have money for myself to feed my family for another month.

I have no idea if anybody is even going to read this letter. Lets just say, I am sitting on an island, writing a letter, putting it in a bottle...message in a bottle...and throwing it into the sea, and hopefully somebody will read my letter and rescue me.

Everybody has dreams and everybody wants a little pleasure in their lives. My pleasure is to be able to make other people happy by giving. I really hope I can get a few donations to be able to survive another couple of months until we find jobs and lift ourselves and to be able to make my sister's life easier, by buying her a small car.