My family is facing one of the hardest battles of our lives. A loved one has been diagnosed with a rare disease that is stealing away their strength day by day. The treatments and care they need are far beyond what we can afford, and without help, we cannot ease their pain or give them the chance they deserve.

I’ve created this GoFundMe to raise funds for medical care, daily support, and the hope of a better tomorrow. Every donation — no matter the size — brings us closer to relief and healing. If you cannot donate, please share our story so more people can see it.

Thank you for standing with us in this fight. Your kindness means more than words can say. 💙 https://gofund.me/9a79638eb

I'm a 21-year-old college student working hard to finish my degree, but lately, things have gotten overwhelming. Over the past few semesters, I've had to rely on my credit card to cover college expenses like books, groceries, and other essentials. This debt has piled up, and I've even had to use my rent money just to get by. Now, I'm in a tough spot where I need to find rent money to pay my landlord, and it's been really stressful trying to balance everything.
I'm reaching out for help because I want to stay on track with my studies and keep a roof over my head until the summer, when I'll be able to work full time again. The funds from this fundraiser will go directly toward catching up on rent and making sure I can focus on school without the constant worry about losing my housing. I know there are people facing even harder situations, so I'm not asking for much-anything helps, and I truly appreciate any support or even just sharing my story. Thank you for reading and for being part of a community that looks out for each other.http://gofund.me/char-goal-20may

Hello everyone,
My name is Moumen Mohamed Abu Nimer. I am 24 years old, from Khan Younis in the Gaza Strip. I am writing to you today not just to share numbers, but to share the reality of my family and a dream of education that I am fighting with all my strength to keep alive.
Before October 7th, I was a young man full of ambition and big dreams. I was studying Computer Systems Engineering at the prestigious Al-Azhar University. I worked tirelessly on myself until I successfully secured a contract as a developer with a company in Saudi Arabia. I felt I was finally on the right path to build my future and support my family as the eldest son.
In an instant, everything disappeared. The war completely destroyed my contract and my job. Today, I still have my laptop—it is the only piece of my dreams left with me—but I stand helpless against a bitter reality: there is no electricity or internet to run it. To study, research, or connect to the world, I have to go to local coffee shops that provide these services, which is incredibly expensive under our current circumstances. Even more difficult is that I want, with all my heart, to return to university and finish my degree, but I need to pay the accumulated tuition fees to make that happen. I want to study, and I want to get back to my education. Life can be so cruel when it deprives you of your most basic rights.
Today, I also find myself unable to provide for my family of six. My mother (52 years old) is a hardworking woman who sacrificed everything to raise engineers, and I am the eldest. Now, she is battling two chronic illnesses—asthma and high blood pressure—and we struggle daily to find her medication. My father (58 years old) is no longer able to work; his health has severely deteriorated after facing constant displacement and fear.
I see the dreams of my younger siblings fading away before my eyes every day:
* My brother Moataz (19 years old): His simple dream was to study nursing so he could help me support our family. Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to register for his classes yet because we cannot afford the university tuition fees.
* My sister May (16 years old): The sweetheart of our home. She works hard helping my mother with the exhausting daily chores while trying to study, holding onto her dream of becoming a doctor.
* My youngest brother Mohanad (15 years old): This war has completely drained him. He has lost all passion for life, and we are doing everything we can to provide him with psychological support to help him heal from the trauma.
We are currently living in extremely harsh conditions. Our home was partially destroyed, and we have no stable source of food, clean water, income, or medication. Every day is a battle against hunger, cold, and fear.
I have launched this fundraising campaign as our only lifeline. It is meant to help me pay my university tuition and cover the internet and electricity costs so I can finally return to my studies. It will also secure my mother’s essential medical treatment, provide basic food and shelter for my family, and help repair what we can of our damaged home so we can live with a bare minimum of human dignity.
Any donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference, save our lives, and put me back on my educational path. If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing our story—it might just reach someone who can help.
Please, do not leave us alone in this darkness. Your support is the hope we are holding onto.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🙏
Moumen Mohamed Abu Nimer

📍Donate: https://chuffed.org/project/179321

Derek is a artist who is struggling because he got screwed over by his label, and they are now withholding his checks and we don’t know how long. He has bills to pay, rent, needs money for food, and has a mother he has to take care of. He is desperate and is about to loose his life long dream music career. He may have to sell all his equipment, what he has worked and sacrificed so much for, because of this label. Please help, any share, any donation, it can change his life❤️Link down below, thank you for all the help. https://gofund.me/bc09266b8

This guy has been a positive impact on the Holdfast community, specifically within our regiment of the game. Just wanted to spread the word to wherever I could.

From Brian Barwick:

“I have lived with a birth defect that affects my kidneys and blood pressure, and over time, it led to a stroke that changed my life. Before the stroke, I worked hard climbing roofs for a living, but now my balance is permanently affected. Some days, I need a cane just to walk, and the brain damage from the stroke has made it impossible for me to drive or work in other jobs like Uber Eats or DoorDash. I have applied for disability, but the process takes time, and I am running out of options.

I am at risk of losing my home in just two weeks. The funds raised here will help me stay in my home while I wait for disability benefits to be approved. This support means everything to me, as I am fighting for my life every day—not just for myself, but for my loyal dog who depends on me. If I lose my home, I fear I won't survive, and my dog will suffer too.

I am deeply grateful for any assistance, no matter how small. Your support will help me and my dog stay together and give me hope as I work toward recovery. Thank you for reading my story and considering a donation.”

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-brian-stay-in-his-home-after-stroke

https://gofund.me/55699ae0f

Hello everyone,

I honestly never thought that a ball of yarn would end up changing so much in my life. About half a year ago, I started crocheting – at first out of curiosity, then as a distraction, and eventually it became something that carried me through a depressive phase.

While my mind felt loud, heavy, and chaotic, there was suddenly something very simple: stitch by stitch, row by row. And somehow, this small ritual brought me back a sense of calm. A thread slowly turned into something soft, something sweet, something that brings joy. And maybe that sounds a bit cheesy – but sometimes that was exactly enough to get through a day.

Some time ago, I was on Nosy Komba, Madagascar. A beautiful island in one of the poorest countries in the world. And of course, I had my crochet hook with me – because somewhere between sunsets, red sandy paths, and power cuts, there was also crocheting happening.

I made small amigurumi toys there and gave them to children. Little stuffed animals with crooked eyes, oversized heads, and a lot of love in them. And the joy of those children… I can hardly describe it. For many of them, it was probably their very first stuffed toy. Those bright, shining eyes triggered something in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time: genuine hope.

And that is exactly why I am now starting my GoFundMe campaign.

I want to keep crocheting. Many, many stuffed animals. Little companions to love, hold, and find comfort in. And in one year, I want to travel back to Madagascar to personally bring them to the children.

But yarn, stuffing, and safety eyes unfortunately cost money – even though my crochet hook is already working overtime. 😅 That’s why I need support.

If you would like to help me, I would be grateful for any donation toward materials and the trip. But finished stuffed toys or handmade children’s clothing can also be donated. If you would like to contribute, please feel free to contact me privately.

Maybe together we can make sure that even more children there receive something that tells them: someone thought of you.

Because sometimes, a small stuffed toy is not just a stuffed toy.
Sometimes it is comfort. Safety. Love. And sometimes even a small piece of hope made of yarn. 🧶🤍

I normally would never post something like this, but someone very close to me is going through an incredibly difficult situation and I’m trying to help however I can.

A close friend of mine is a single mother of 3 living in Germany. After her husband returned to their home country, she was left alone to support and care for the children entirely by herself.

At the same time, they’ve been dealing with severe mold and housing damage that made their living situation unsafe and caused major financial, emotional, and health-related stress.

She works as a psychotherapist and still shows up every day for people who depend on her, even while trying to hold her own family together behind the scenes.

Between legal costs, emergency housing, damaged belongings, and caring for her children, things have become overwhelming.

I created a fundraiser to try to help her rebuild some stability for herself and her kids.

Even sharing means a lot 🤍

https://gofund.me/66d0b3733

We're not asking much please 🙏 we only ask our fellow 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🫂🙏 siblings to stand with us through this dire situations 😭 we are going through discrimination, criticism, threatening, starvation from homophobic. by donating or sharing our stories and fundraiser to those that See's us valid

@black #trans #@mutualaid @lgbtqi #oxford @trans @queer @gay @lesbian @#pansexual #america @transgender

Hey everyone,

The Iraqi National Lacrosse Team is raising funds to compete in the Asian Championships in Australia this October. This tournament is a chance for the team to qualify for the Olympics.

Earlier this year, Iraq finished 2nd at the Asian Championships in Saudi Arabia, and now the team has an opportunity to take another major step on the international stage.

Unlike larger national programs, the team is mostly self-funded. Nearly all of the players are from Iraq, with only a small number of international players helping complete the roster. To make this trip possible, the team needs to raise $33,000 to cover:

Hotel accommodations
3 meals per day for players
Local transportation
Field bookings and training costs

Every donation helps get the team to Australia and gives them the opportunity to compete against the best teams in Asia for a spot on the Olympic stage.

If you can donate, share, or even upvote for visibility, it would mean a lot.

https://gofund.me/a0b9fa9ae - GoFundMe

https://worldlacrosse.sport/australia-to-host-2026-asia-pacific-sixes-lacrosse-championships/

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-princess-storm-get-lifesaving-surgery

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Trying to stay afloat after moving to new state and dealing with unexpected financial setbacks. I’m working hard to continue school and cover essential bills for my family back home and I. Anything helps, thank you for reading.

https://gofund.me/7136fc194

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-milos-urgent-veterinary-care

Your support is greatly appreciated

At 40 years old, I heard the words no one expects to hear:

“You have stage 3 colon cancer.”

In an instant, everything changed.

My first thoughts weren’t about myself—they were about my family.

At the time, my wife and I were raising three young children: a 7-year-old, a 5-year-old, and an 11-month-old baby. Instead of planning for the future, I suddenly found myself wondering if I’d be here to see it.

Would I watch my kids grow up?

Would my youngest even remember me?

What would happen to my wife if things didn’t go the way we hoped?

What followed was surgery, uncertainty, fear, and 6 months of chemotherapy—one of the hardest chapters of my life.

But what many people don’t realize is that cancer doesn’t just affect your body.

It changes your mind.

The emotional struggle begins before diagnosis, follows you through treatment, and often stays with you long after. The fear, anxiety, and uncertainty don’t simply disappear.

And then there’s something many survivors quietly carry:

Survivor’s guilt.

The question that lingers:

“Why do I get to live when others don’t?”

You meet incredible people during the cancer journey—people who fight just as hard—and not everyone gets the outcome they deserve. That reality stays with you.

Through it all, my wife stood beside me, helping carry the weight of fear and uncertainty while keeping our family moving forward. Cancer doesn’t happen to one person—it impacts everyone who loves them.

Over time, I’ve found peace, gratitude, and healing in unexpected ways. One of those ways has been through tattoos.

For me, tattoos tell stories.

And this next one tells mine.

Its theme is:

“Lift me up, consume my darkness.”

This tattoo symbolizes struggle, healing, and survival—a reminder of the moments I felt defeated, and the love, hope, resilience, and people who lifted me through the darkest chapter of my life.

This isn’t just a tattoo.

It’s my story.

A permanent reminder of survival, gratitude, and the second chance I’ve been given to spend more time with my wife and children.

If my story resonates with you and you’d like to support this meaningful piece of healing, I would be deeply grateful. Whether through a donation or simply sharing this page, thank you for being part of this journey.

More time. More memories. More life.

https://gofund.me/74bde6382