Lost my good paying job and now I'm working for much less, what keeps me going each day is Sasha's loving caress. Listening for hours to her telling me her dreams, how do I tell my precious little girl that the world isn't what it seems. She dreams of being a doctor just to help the sick, to her everyone is the same, doesn't matter if they're poor or rich. In a world so full of heartlessness, evil and greed, no one should be denied help in their time of need. My eyes tear up every time I listen to her words sounding like a song, listening to her angelic heart, keeps me strong. Now I need her strength because she needs a new heart, that's what the doctor told me while reading her chart. She will die if she doesn't receive a transplant, your insurance won't cover it and you don't qualify for a grant. I had to find out that the working poor are simply sh*t out of luck, go to any social agency you'll find out they don't give a f**k. I make too much money to qualify for welfare, and not enough money for the right person to care. I will never give up, I won't let her die, only way to beat failure is a simple try. I refuse to accept no and I won't allow them to shut me out, thinking about my baby in ICU with her future in doubt. With our blood type being a match, my only option is to sacrifice myself, that price isn't too high for my baby's health. While praying I spoke to a guardian angel who was assigned to us, he told me to have faith and he's someone to trust. Like a miracle a donor match was found, a helicopter will fly the heart in from out of town. The surgery went well and Sasha survived, looking for that guardian angel to thank him for keeping my baby alive. In this country help never comes from behind closed doors, that's what millions of Americans receive for being a working poor. I thought that this is America not mother Russia, a place where I had to contemplate suicide JUST TO SAVE SASHA. Written by allthemanuneed© https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6F7... ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A1zToRQB0M