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Hi Mrs. Gates, I'm going to studying to become a Turkish grammar teacher in Turkey. I need laser eye surgery for 3.0° myopie. My eye pressure is a very serious problem. My eyes hurt. I can't make eye contact. This is an irresistible pain when it turns into a headache. I have a concha hypertrophy on my nose. But it's even too hard to make eye contact with people while wearing glasses. I have cervical kyphosis pain. I need get weight. My dad's family put pressure on my mom while my dad was in the army. My mom couldn't breastfeed me as a young mother for the first six months. Now the doctors say I'm weak for that. I was always weak, but I had no serious problems until I was 18. The symptoms began to appear in the university. I'm having trouble climbing stairs or listening to people. But I have to fight. I want to be strong and devote myself to books. I'm about to lose my excitement when I was 24. Life is too hard in here. The moments of my dad's smoking are the most sad times for me. I can't convince him. I can't think of anything else right now. Besides if he doesn't pay attention, he'll go to diabetes. I'm anxious. I want to build a library of great writers and unknowns. My library should be growing. The biggest things that won't disappoint me are the books. I need PC and printer. At night I can't sleep for thinking about these. These problems are growing like avalanches. During the day people see me so tired. We can't solve my health and education problems because we're having financial problems. My dad is teacher, my mom don't work. I have 2 little brothers and 1 little sister. Now my dad's salary is only enough for minimal kitchen spending and house rent. The sanitary installation of the house is constantly causing problems. We had some problems with my dad's parents and sisters' families. I can't keep contact healthy with them. But now they're being nice to me. Maybe they respect me. I don't feel bad intentions against them. I wish we had a happy relationship. People can't choose their families. That's why I have to interest in my own cultural world. The responsibility is on my dad's shoulders now. I'm on the edge of death because I can't ability anything. I need the contribution of a generous person or organization. I want to be happy. I want to daydreaming when I remembered your unique attitude. I've never had habits like alcohol, smoking, coke, drugs, bet and sexual experiences. I respect those who drink and other things. I'm praying. I'm not hedonist. I haven't got a girlfriend. I've never been a party or festival person. Because I've got an introvert character. The doctor doesn't want me to get a driving license because my panic attack risk to be continued even if I'll get better feel. According to he this panic statement is always danger for traffic. He is advicing meditation and walking. I believe in a God. I refuse racism, sectarianism and theocracy. I adopt a tolerant and scientific approach. I want to be world citizen. Gülsoy says in City of Shadows and Dreams novel "I'm tired of can't belong here. But I can't go." Me too. He wrote last novel titled "And the Fire is Consuming Us" in this year. I grew up alone and I want to progress between the books. This one is little step for you but I'll be grateful for the rest of my life. I beg just you to forgive my request. Can you help me get all the books I want and solve my health problems? Could you deign for me? The only thing I want is study healthy in the house full of books. My body and psychology makes me tired. But I have to fight. I'm going to go into a study that requires a great deal of knowledge. I hope you'll help me. All for these I need net 150.000 euros. My EUR account is TR7600 0150 0158 0480 1730 7174. My phone: +905549495608. My adress: Parsana District, Cangul Street, C Block 20, Postcode 42130 Selcuklu/Konya. I'm ashamed to want this in the world of cancer, but I need a miracle and the beautiful face of American nation. I can assure you, not even a penny will be wasted. I wish it becomes real. This is the only hope in my life. Kind regards.