Help Trafficked Survivor Stay Warm This Winter!
Jacqueline Homan is a sex trafficking survivor who managed to escape her pimps at the age of 17. She now only gets 65 dollars a month to survive, which is by no means livable. Please donate!
A phenomenal woman, Jacqueline S. Homan, escaped from her traffickers 30 years ago, but due to her criminal record for being prostituted even though she was under-aged at the time, she has not been able to get/keep a job since risking her life in escaping from her traffickers and the nightmare of violence and slavery - despite having struggled so very hard with little to no support to try and overcome what was done to her at the age of 13.
Chronic poverty isn’t an uncommon fate for trafficking survivors even when they manage to get educations like Jacqueline. The rare few who manage to escape are often forced back into prostitution because it is their only means of survival because no one will hire them - no matter what new skills and educations they acquire, because of un-expunged prostitution records.
Poverty in America is like being beaten to death in slow motion. There really isn’t “all this help out there” and there is no real safety net, either.
Jacqueline lives in Pennsylvania where it was 32 degrees Fahrenheit today. She unfortunately has no family and gets no support (65 dollars a month in food stamps,but no medical and no cash assistance), and even worse, her pellet stove is broken and this was her only source of heat (she has been without her gas utility service since 2005).
This was her emergency call-out on Facebook four days ago:
"My donated used 15 yr old pellet stove, which is my ONLY source of heat for the winter (since I am without a steady liveable income, I am unable to afford to get my gas utility service restored and afford the monthly bills), died last night. They don’t even make replacement parts for it any more and I don’t have $4K to buy a new one and have it installed.
It is 45 degrees in the *warmest* room in my house right now. I’m just lucky I my water pipes have not frozen and burst. My electric is old and not up to code (because I don’t have any way of coming up with $8K to pay for getting it fixed and brought up to code) so I cannot risk overloading the breaker box by going out and buying one more electric space-heater to plug in (I already have 3 of them plugged in and that’s pushing it).
I may not be online for awhile because it is all I can do to NOT die from being sick and cold and hungry, so I will be huddled under a pile of blankets and not able to be at my desk on the computer much at all.”
Please help Jacqueline so she can survive and actually rebuild her life. - See more at: http://www.youcaring.com/other/help-trafficked-survivor-stay-warm-this-winter-/147430#sthash.LfwbcSgk.dpuf
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