Quote: I'm assuming this is the wrong person I didn't know which email was hers at first, so I did both. Well about my situation, started out being raised by abusive neglectful parents, ended up with me eventually going to a "center" for the "emotionally disturbed (disabled?)" rather than a normal highschool because I said my parents were abusing me, which was awful, as this "center" looked like a bathroom turned inside out, there were few good looking girls, I can only remember one, and who although flirted with me, I didn't realize I was no longer ugly, and my mom having insulted me for so long, and my dad being cruel to me often, didn't help me in the confidence area, or wisdom. I tried to get out of the center, but missed the bus when I was approved to go to a normal highschool, and that ended my chance for four years till I failed on purpose and which I did to go to a normal highschool and find someone to love me and vice versa there. But I ended up attenting the emotionally disturbed section of a highschool, didn't even get my yearbook picture there, and was still to afraid to talk to girls, being that I had nothing going for me. I still got kicked out alot, and met some awful christians who I lived with for a while after getting kicked out, who sadly, I think, were real christians, sad as they were a bad example of what real christians should be like. My dad offered to take me back if I went to college, which I did, and it was awful too, the pretty girls flirting with me happened again, but I stayed silent as I had nothing going for me, something I regret. My dad didn't pick me up till there were no cars left in the parking lot at night, and one time he left me there because he didn't find me right away, I ended up crossing a field of mud looking for a place to sleep and getting the bottoms of my pants and shoes covered in mud. Fast forward, my mom and dad divorce, my mom steals some of my possessions while I'm out to work and after the movers moved everything out. I called the police to get her to give it back but only got some of it back. My mom kicked me out 2 days before christmas because she was trying to sell the house and didn't want me to scare away the customers as they may have thought I was a vagrant, (yeah right). I almost died as the temp got down to about 20 degrees and had to sneak back into the house. I had planned for this and had bought a tent before hand and went to a forest to set it up which was next to a loud highway. But the tent was no match for the cold so as I said, I went to the house again to sleep. At work I eventually realized I could use candels to keep myself warm, and bought and stole some till it got warmer finally. I also chose to live like that to pay off a large debt immediately rather than get in trouble for fraud; I had sold a moped that didn't work for me or at all on ebay, but couldn't find someone to crate it without taking half what I was paid for it on ebay. I managed to pay it all back eventually, but was still in the same situation due to alot of things going wrong, like someone tried to steal one of my bikes I locked up, and they warped the tire. And as stupid as this may seem, I didn't know about using buses to get around, and when I did didn't realize there was one nearby to get to work by. Because of that, I spent ALOT of money on bicycles to get to work, and ALOOOOOOOT of energy getting to and from work by bike, energy I could have been using to get another job etc. I was making money from a website eventually in which I was offering discounted hotel rooms for another company, but for some reason my partnership was cancelled when the Sept. 11 bombing occurred. I got harrassed out of the best job I had had after that, the head and general managers were sadists, as well as the general managers son, and they hired a few awful employees, one of whom was setting me up to get in trouble, and blaming me for things he was deliberately doing wrong to make me look bad and who convinced the employees that I was the one making alot of trouble in the store. But he was doing so many bad things that were hindering the other employees, including being bold enough to tell another employee to blame me if anyone complained about items thrown onto the shelf, that they realized it wasn't me who was doing wrong, but him, and the fact that he wasn't fired after all that should give you an idea as to how corrupt the managers were. He ended up quitting after a humiliating event in which a ton of candles came off a touble shelf and broke. Well one day the managers of that store (Michaels) paged me on a day that I was free, and scolded me loudly in front of the other customers for asking if I could use the credit card of another employees to buy a site name, the employees didn't complain but as I said, the managers were / are sadists, and living in a tent next to a highway in the cold, alone, with little money and no more income from my site, and all the abuse in my past in mind was enough to get me to quit that job. I ended up living at GMU trying to make a superior website, and getting ripped off by a site designer who I managed to get my money back from after threatening to call the police on her, I think I actually did call them. I got banned from GMU when I was caught in a lie as to being a student there; I had been sleeping in an area that students often sleep at, but apparently some girl I suppose, didn't think I looked well dressed enough to be a student, and perhaps I had accidentally put my hand in my pants while I was sleeping, which didn't look to neat. But so the security came, and I lied, and I was banned from going there from a year, and just when I was about to get enough money to date a girl there who liked me, that was devestating. A gay catholic, who told me that he got possessed my demons every night, helped me out, eventually christmas came and my mom appeared in the forest one day calling out to me, I was playing a game on my cellphone, and when I saw her, I just looked back at the cell and kept playing. She complained about my messy living area, and then called my dad and started crying because he didn't want to send me anymore money, meanwhile she had plenty and even bought another apartment but hardly helped me. She even used someone she was living near in a nearby apt. complex to get chinese restaurant meals from. She wanted me to stay with her for christmas, which I did, but her treatment of me became unbearable again, and she went to california to live with my dad. A mormon guy with a family across the street, had helped me build a motor bike; it was hard getting the motor after buying it, as a youth pastor had troubled me greatly because I was poor and, "living somewhere out there in the woods", I had used the church address he was at, with the head pastors permission to get the motor sent to. The motor was awful, I had to pull the cord many times to start it, it really hurt my arm after a while, I managed to take one long ride to the university... I don't remember going there when I was banned, but I supposed I did. I think I went there looking for that girl, but didn't find her. I rode the bike back to the nearby apt. and stayed with my mom's friend, "Walker" a chinese man who missed his mom alot, and liked starring at me alot, because he found me to be, "interesting". Eventually he kicked me out for asking him why I had to stop using his laptop even though he wasn't using it, but at least he admitted my mom was "not good" before that. I was kicked out of the forest by a police officer eventually, as the property I was on had gotten purchased for business development. I ended up going to Mclean Bible Church, and after an incident (in which I was shown to be the one in the right), was being forcibly escorted out. But a woman named Cheska who went to that church came to my rescue, and got her friend, Travis, another christian, to help me. But I couldn't stand him much, and ended up living nearby in a tent again, I didn't like the feel of being inside the little room in his house anyways, and outside was more comfortable than on the uncomfortable bed. I went back to GMU after being fired from my job at Planet Play, for supposedly stealing huge amounts of money, which ironically I had prevented once, but which one of the corrupt managers chose not to mention to the wife of the head manager or other managers. I was also doing what I was told to; to allow 2 yr. olds and under to play for free, which other employees didn't care to do, so my shift always showed a lower amount of money coming in. The wife of the manager spied, (actually listened, poorly) on me one day, I was working on a day that was unsually slow, only a few people came to ride a carosuel on my shift that day. There is a machine in which people buy tokens to give to me to ride, and a turn style, but as sometimes is the case, these customers that I had encountered had already pre purchased some tokens. ALL of the customers that day on my shift had bought there own tokens before my shift, so the manager didn't hear any tokens coming out of the machine, and didn't here the turn style at all or perhaps once, because I had let them in through the manual gate, since the mother of some children was very fat. The wife assumed that I was taking money directly and pocketing it because of this, and that was the last straw for her. If only her not so wise self had actually bothered to look to see what was going on. Eventually I went back to GMU, but having no more money, and decaying socks and burning feet from the build of of bacteria I moved back to cali, where I stayed for two years working on trying to sell mp3's and then started working on some books, and in a few months wrote about four. But I revised them often and often got viruses during those two years which really delayed things and made life hell on top of my mom insulting me often and my dad being unreasonable. He made my mom miserable as well, as he often bought cheap microwave dinners that neither of us could bear to eat, despite the fact he made more than enough money to buy healthy good tasting food. Eventually he decided to move to NM, or his job required him to go there, so about 13 days ago we left cali, but not before my mom argued with me and told me that she didn't want me in her house (in Las Vegas) where we were going to stop by so she could drop off some of her stuff. When we arrived at her house I stayed out against my dad's wishes. I did this so that she wouldn't be able to say on some later date something like, "oh you lived in my house and this is how you talk to me", and so that I wouldn't argue with her in her own house and end up getting the cops called on me for talking back to her loudly, which she used to do sometimes when I was living in Virginia. My dad told me at first that I'd only be staying there for a day, so I stayed out for a day in the very hot sun there, I walked around in misery, and decided to do something fun and walked to a large outdoor to my mom's house, after getting lost for a long time and the next morning my dad told me that they'd be staying another day, ugh. Eventually I started to fall asleep on the garage floor outside, and had six hours left to go, and he came out to get me to go back in, which I did because I was so miserable from the heat, but after stepping inside and my eyes starting to open, I saw the horrid top half of his body without a shirt, and aside from being disgusting to see, he knew that it was against my religion to see him naked, and yes, having no shirt on in my religion qualifies as being naked, this upset me and I went back outside to sit, but not on my mom's property. Finally my dad brought my luggage out and told me to leave or he would call the police on me for being a vagrant. I'll skip alot of stuff I'd like to mention but it gets really tedious, eventually I ended up knocking on every door in the villa, and almost getting thrown out of it for something I didn't do, if it weren't for a girl I met there who said I could rest on a bench at her place now and then I might have died in the surrounding desert. I ended up meeting a Baptist, who let me stay in his house for the night and allow me to find a homeless shelter to go to. His little daughter and the rest of his family helped to keep me happy during that time and the memories of that day and night helped with the hellish experiences that awaited me. I ended up being taken advantage of by a "dork" as they are called, who was extremely obnoxious and stole from me, happily I ditched him eventually. I went to a nearby church for help, but I was pushed to another church by its pastor for not believing women should be allowed to be pastors (no I'm not sexist just obeying the Bible) and that it was ok to drink a little wine. But the ministry that ended up, caring for me, was much worse than the one that he was running. It is called Freedom of Praise, and the two real christian pastors in charge of that church made the mistake of hiring false christians to oversee a large number of poor, including me who are more concerned with collected the $360 in rent money from those that they are overseeing, than helping them to become christians, be self sufficient, have toilet paper in the bathroom, less than 15 cockroaches crawling around the kitchen (which is often the case) and judging fairly, disputes between roomates that sometimes have. My first experience being at this apt. was awful, one guy was being railroaded over asking another roomate (who unfortuneately I am sleeping next to in the living room) where he was from, and supposedly not washing a pan once, and this was a guy I was trying to help become a christian. Well now I've got his tilted bed (yes it's tilted but I managed to fix it a little) and his loudly snoring living-room-mate who was so greatly angered at being asked where he was from, who also hates me for trying to shift his fan from blowing dust on me, and the family of cockroaches scavenging for food bits that the other guys love to leave lying around, including angry snoring man. Angry snoring man also recently scolded me for being awake at night looking out the window, meanwhile angry snoring man keeps me awake with his snoring, and keeps leaving the kitchen lights on, and going for smokes outside about three or for times just before and after falling asleep. I met one other decent christian, and helped about two or three become christians, that was nice. But during this experience, a guy who offended me, who I stupidly badgered, took the bag with my harddrives on it, which contained my books, threw them down to a second level, and damaged them, and now it will cost me alot of money to pull the data off them to get back to my life. I recently emailed my dad for help as I don't want to be abused any longer by the ministry I'm in, or taken advantage of moneywise (they seem to intimidate the poor into allowing the ministry to cash their checks for them and to monitor the money that the poor they care for makes). My dad is in the process of sending me money, but for two or three days I won't have it he says.

Quote:Original post by jimywang
Why always Nigeria? I know there are loads of fraud on ebay from Nigera, but why are they all from that place?