I went on it for the money, to save my mom... My story animated.
Hey. My name is Arthur and I am 19. I would like to share my difficult story and I hope that this will never happen to anyone else. The fact is that I made money in a very nasty way. Before, my life was the life of an ordinary teenager. A happy teenager, even despite the fact that I grew up in an incomplete family. My mom is a very cool woman. She didn’t just educate me, she created a business, opened her own cafe in the city center and she had enough time to be a cool mom, a caring sensitive woman, to be a young girl. She loved colored hair, horseback riding with me, we traveled to different countries, but I don’t know why, but happiness never lasts forever and ours did not last either. Mom got very sick. At first, she resisted and said that she managed to earn money for treatment, but the disease developed too quickly. She used to do everything herself and once went to a business meeting in a rather poor state of health, although I asked her to cancel everything. I understand she could not, but her competitors took advantage of this. At the meeting, her temperature also rose and for the first time signing documents, her mother was mistaken, did not read to the end. It cost her all the business, money and almost cost her life. Upon learning of her mistake, mom gave up and first went to the hospital. I still don’t know who it is necessary to be in order to deprive the dying person of hope and take everything from him. Money for treatment immediately became scarce. Of course, my mother had a bank account, but he instantly thinned. I was then 16. I cried all day watching my mother die slowly. She lost her hair, began to lose weight and ate almost nothing. I was angry at everything in the world, at the people who framed her, at myself, that I was just a stupid schoolboy, at our country, which could not help my mother for free, and even on credit, and I would have returned everything. And the money was needed urgently. Then I began to look for work. Honestly, looking for a job at that age and with almost no skills is a thankless job. They didn’t want to take me in half the places, and my story about my mother was perceived by the whining of a lying teenager who wants to make money on iphone or drugs. Finally, I was able to get a job handing out flyers. The money was small, but at least my mother’s bill could take a break from spending on an apartment and food. I tried to work harder and brought everything to my mother. When she found out that I started to work, burst into tears. This encouraged her a little. I saw that she was proud of me and hope to not return. I worked with a vengeance, but, unfortunately, I realized that with this money we would not go far. Doctors have already hinted that she would still die without expensive drugs. And since no one is going to give them to them for free, they wanted to write her home to die. I could not allow this. So I began to look for another job in the hope that I could get more. I searched the entire Internet until I found a couple of resources, frankly, with harmless methods, such as selling my own photos or something like that. I did not succeed, but I was tall athletic, sort of even beautiful. Perhaps you guessed it or not? I quickly found my first customer and drove to the address. The amount was impressive, even very much. And on the way, I was just thinking about how to get this money, I will force the doctors to deal with my mother’s health. When I arrived at the address I was met by an old woman. I was horrified and shocked, I was ready to run to hell if it were not for the order figure looming before my eyes. The old woman took me to her apartment to confess I have never been in such richly furnished accommodation. It was immediately apparent that she was a widow. She poured me a drink and said that she had been living alone for a long time and that like any woman, sometimes she wants a man in the house. She liked me. God, how disgusting to even say it. Every day was some kind of new disgusting torture, but after a month it was just a fabulous amount in my hands. And that day I flew to the hospital as if on wings. It turned out, however, that it was suspicious of me to show such money, but I decided and asked my customer to transfer it to the hospital account as anonymous help for a certain patient. The old woman looked at me for a long time then agreed. It was strange, but after that my life really got easier. The old lady climbed less with strange requests and you can say I began to really turn into a nurse. He cleaned, washed, went shopping and ordered expensive cheeses, and after that he even moved to sleep on the couch. It surprised me. But the money came every month to my mom’s account. Once I came to her, I saw that she was sitting and working on a laptop. Ruddy, funny. I was happy. Doctors gave good predictions.