I don’t know how many times I have attempted to edit this. I have been very hesitant about sharing it, and I don’t even know WHY! The opportunity is here and it’s just matter of putting the right words. With no further due, here’s the story that I wanna share with you all.
I must emphasize before I proceed, that this I am intending to keep it a secret. And that the person to whom I’ve shared this with I feel either don’t know the lil fella or can help me keeping the secret as a secret :)
My name is Jose Solano and that is not a fake latino name just to make this sound like a soap opera, although I’m pretty sure I could write one with the drama and all jaja. And it’s going to be almost 3 years now since I met my beautiful boyfriend (hopefully husband if they allow us to politically get married here). 5 months after we met my mother in law passed away during heart surgery. It was a harsh move from life you know...unexpected as death itself but, so soon. So, weird... I got to know her and loved what I met from her, still up to this day there isn’t one time in which the people that knew her say something nice about her. Something funny, something memorable. And that’s enough for me to know that she IS still LOVE. After her passing, on my birthday in 2017 we moved to her house with her other son, my brother in law Randall and it was mainly to consider the fact that, we could be assisted economically by not paying rent and of course maintaining the house that she worked for all her life. My brother in law has his own things in his head and it became hard for him, he’s one year younger than me and still is finding himself.
To make a very long story short, on that same year, on Fonsi’s birthday (my man) a notification was sent stating that a loan needed to be paid. What was this loan all about? We hadn’t taken anything out! And it ended up being his mom’s. Apparently back in the day when she asked for the loan there was no agreements specifying that if owner died the loan...would with her, and so it was still due for over $2000. Fonsi went to the bank the next day and I stayed home. He didn’t take a choice that day but was only given two of course. One, was to pay $1000 right then and there and then a lower fee monthly. We didn’t have that money, we were barely making it and there was no way. So that option was not an option. So he went with plan B. Or I might edit this as Plan Bank. They told him HE could a loan himself, pay the debt and then in a course of 5 years pay his own debt. Well, what do you know, here we are. Paying that debt because there was no way around that. Up until today, we struggle with savings, cause there is no space for any. There is no opportunity for any and fortunately we both have a stable job I’d say that allows us to not only pay bills, food, our phone, the delicate internet but also, with probably delayed fees, this loan and other debts of our own.
Now, I don’t want to you to consider that these loans or debts that we acquired ourselves, like the one for a printer and a computer and a couple of other stuff for what we wanted to be our ‘start-up’ is your responsibility. Because it’s definitely not. As well as it’s not to pay that main one that I’m referring to. However as I did say and still think, these platforms bring an opportunity. And that is to share our story and hopefully get help.
As plenty of you, we both have dreams, hopes, longings, desires... we want to study, we want our own business, we want to be free from the world of invisible chains and long debts. But most importantly we want to be happy. And I’m not saying that money will make us happy, but it does affect the way we react to things, the way we feel at times, knowing that probably 5 years from today, we might still be in debt because fees don’t forgive, and neither do bank people. I understand everything is business, but what do banks get aside from the profit of our anxiety? Just their own stability. But anyway, I don’t want to get into a huge topic about money, banks, debt and questioning anymore.
I wanna be upfront, straightforward or maybe...gayforward? Jaja what a bad joke but THAT I know I have and won’t die with me regardless of how much hesitation fogs my head. My humor.
I want to help him, and help myself out of this situation, because I know in a way... it maybe was meant for us to struggle through and learn and be optimistic, and hardworking, but if there is one thing I do believe in and have always believed in is that humanity, is not humanity unless there is unity. And with your help I just feel like the world will alleviate so much from itself, remind itself of true hope, true connection and true understanding.
Pura vida and blessings!
Thanks for reaching this part of the text. It’s greatly appreciated!
And as with anything that we interact through the internet these days, please share the link or send it privately on an email to the world since I know not everybody will be able to contribute an amount, and that IS okay. I tell you, I really understand and I ask you not to feel pressured just because I sent this to you or you know me. I know how the world is right now, and its situation so, don’t feel like you owe me anything, por favor!