u/EquipmentShoddy5198

I'm currently in the starting phases of opening up my own mobile mechanics business in my city. There's been a big market demand for out here and I have very few competitors. The only three competitors in my area have very constructive hours only operating 5 hours a day. I have sat down done advertising already to see what the demand would look like and I already have people lined up ready to book services once I'm up and running. I also have a few companies who are looking to do contracts with me. With the information I've gotten from advertising, I sat down with a CPA and did realistic revenue projections for the first year. I'm willing to send those over to anyone who's willing to invest. Right now the biggest thing holding me back from starting up is start up cash. I'm currently looking for about $5,000 to fully get things up and running. The 5000 would go towards tool and equipment cost and local licensing as well as insurance. Please Dm me if you are willing to help out.

So sick of you mf who get on this game and don't talk once unless your teams to losing just to roast tf outta them. This game is about COMMUNICATION not getting the most kills. The whole basis of this game is teamwork and y'all don't fucking get that. If you do shit like this then hop off the game and go get on COD or sum shit. People like that are shitty as fuck and pmo to no extent.

I'm starting my own mobile mechanics business and I'm trying to figure out what is going to be the most optimal tool box to use for tool storage. The car I'll be using is a 2008 Jeep Patriot and I've done a rear seat and boot delete and put down a metal platform instead. I can't really find anything that suits my needs and I'm trying to avoid the pack out box kits as much as possible. TIA

So I stayed at above I'm trying to get a small business loan through the Small Business association and they want a one-year revenue projection before they'll approve anything. I've never done one before and I'm trying to do it as accurately as possible but I think I've messed up somewhere because it's saying on my first year that I'm looking at 120,000 in gross profit before taxes and then after taxes a little over $81,000. Operational overhead is sitting at $30,000. Which is accurate considering all the insurances I will need as it is a mechanics business. The part where I feel like I've messed up as I have my total gross sale sitting at $193, 000 and then parts and consumable cost is sitting at 72,000 and that doesn't seem accurate. Just looking for general advice on how to calculate everything so I can make sure it's as accurate as possible before I send it in. Thanks in advance for any and all advice

I OP am 20 years old. Three years ago, when I was 17, I was kicked out of my adoptive parents’ house after a series of events that happened over about nine months. At the time, I thought I was losing my family. I thought I was the problem. I thought maybe if I had just been better, acted differently, or done more, things would have turned out differently. Looking back now, I see things very differently. The situation started when my adoptive brother hit my adoptive mother. I stepped in because I thought I was protecting her. I thought I was doing the right thing by standing up for someone who needed help. Instead, I was the one who ended up arrested. I was placed on probation and had to wear an ankle monitor. Even after that happened, I still wanted to believe my family could heal. I didn't want to give up on them. As part of the court process, my adoptive mother and I were ordered to attend family therapy. I went into it hoping it would help us rebuild our relationship. Instead, it became one of the hardest experiences I had ever gone through. Three times a week, for two hours at a time, I sat in therapy while my adoptive mother screamed at me. Instead of working through what happened, it felt like every session became another place where I was blamed, attacked, and made to feel like everything was my fault. I was already dealing with probation and wearing an ankle monitor, trying to follow everything the court required of me, and the one place that was supposed to help us heal became another place where I felt powerless. Outside of therapy, things continued to get worse. I would come home from work, and my adoptive mother would tell my adoptive father that I was being argumentative because she’d tell me to do my chores and I would say something like “I need to use the bathroom then I’ll get right on it” to or I had gotten in her face. That wasn't what happened, but those accusations would lead to confrontations between me and my adoptive father. Eventually, things escalated. One day after I came home from work, my adoptive mom told my adoptive dad I was raising my fists at her, I tried to avoid the confrontation, but it turned into a fist fight with my adoptive father. Not long afterward, I was kicked out of their house. At that point, I thought I had lost everything. But what people might not understand is that I didn’t immediately walk away. After I was kicked out, I spent months trying to repair my relationship with my adoptive parents. I wanted things to be different. I wanted to forgive. I wanted us to move forward. The biggest reason I kept trying was because they also had custody of my younger half-brother. He was the reason I couldn’t just walk away. I love him, and I didn’t want him to grow up without me being part of his life. Every time I tried to reconnect with my adoptive parents, it wasn’t because I forgot what happened. It was because I wanted a relationship with my brother and hoped we could somehow rebuild as a family. But every time I was around them, it felt like we were stuck in the past. Every conversation went back to what happened. Every mistake I had ever made was brought back up. I felt like I was never allowed to grow or become a different person because they had already decided who I was. I realized I couldn't keep trying to rebuild a relationship with people who weren't willing to let go of the past and work toward something healthier. Making the decision to go no contact was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. It wasn't just losing my adoptive parents. It meant losing my younger brother too. Since going no contact, I have had little to no opportunity to talk to him, and that has been one of the most painful parts of everything. After I made that decision, I realized there were questions about my life that I needed answers to. That’s when I started searching for my biological mother. I didn’t know what I would find. I didn’t know if she would want anything to do with me. I didn’t even know if she was alive. I just knew that after everything I had been through, I needed to know where I came from. The search took time, but about four months ago, I finally found my biological parents. And nothing could have prepared me for what I learned. Growing up, I was told a very specific story about my biological mother. I was told she was a drug addict and a prostitute. I was told that she simply dropped me off on my adoptive mother’s doorstep with no note, no explanation, and disappeared. That was the story I believed my entire life. Then I met my biological mother. And she was nothing like the person I had been told she was. According to her, that entire story was not true. She told me that she was living with my great-grandparents at the time and was not working because she was trying to enlist in the military. She went to MEPS for processing but was medically disqualified and never made it to boot camp. Before leaving for MEPS, she signed paperwork allowing my adoptive mother to watch me temporarily while she was gone. According to my biological mother, while she was at MEPS, my adoptive mother filed for emergency custody and portrayed her as unstable. She told me she was never trying to abandon me. She believed she had made arrangements for me to be cared for while she tried to build a better future. I’m still trying to piece together records and understand exactly what happened. I know there are always different sides to situations, and I’m still learning. But finding out that the story I believed for twenty years may not have been the full truth has completely changed the way I look at my childhood. Another thing I’m still trying to process is the timing. Around the same period when my adoption happened, my adoptive mother’s biological son who is around my age was critically ill in the ICU. I don’t know what was in her mind, and this is only my own speculation, but I can’t help but wonder if I was brought into their family because they thought they were going to lose him. The doctors had even told them that they should start planning his funeral. He ended up surviving after my adoption. But growing up, I often felt like I didn’t matter. I felt like I was only noticed when someone needed someone to blame, control, or take their anger out on, or someone for them to have to do all their work. For years, I convinced myself that was normal. I thought that was just what family was. Now, four months after finding my biological family, I’m trying to process the possibility that so much of what I believed about my childhood was wrong. But there has also been something beautiful that came from all of this. I found a family. I don’t know the full story yet. I may never know every detail of what happened when I was younger. There are still questions I’m trying to answer. But what I do know is that I have found people who care about me in a way I never experienced before. My biological family welcomed me with open arms. I wasn’t treated like a stranger. I wasn’t made to feel like I had to earn my place. They accepted me, loved me, and they've made me feel like I belong. And I don’t think I realized how much I needed that until I finally experienced it. Being around them has changed me in so many ways. They have helped me become a better person, not because they forced me to change, but because they showed me what love, patience, and support actually look like. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. I feel like I’m somewhere I’m loved and cared for. I’m still grieving the childhood I wished I had. I’m still angry about things I’m learning. I’m still trying to understand how everything fits together. But for the first time, I feel like I’m moving forward instead of just surviving. I’m not really posting this because I need people to tell me what to do. I think I just want to know if anyone else has ever had their entire understanding of their childhood rewritten later in life. How did you process it? How did you learn to move forward when the story you grew up believing wasn’t the whole truth or the truth at all?

Edit: No this was not written by ai. This is genuinely my life's story. I have ADD and other issues and sometimes my thoughts can be all over the place. I can see that I've let that spill into the way I write so I'm sorry if there is any confusion in reading this

About my half brother. My half brother came into my adoptive parents custody when I was 7 or 8 years old. According to my bio mom as well as court records, and my own memory as I was there for a decent bit of it. My bio mom and her husband had both lost their jobs, cars, and place to live. They had tried to reach out to people for help but no one offered a helping hand. Rather than to put my half brother through that with them, they made the hard choice to have him temporarily placed in foster care. With dcs protocols they reached out to my adoptive parents to see if they would take him in. They did and then proceeded to fight tooth and nail for him under the guise that it was better for me to have him in my life. The court ended up granting the adoption after almost 2 years of them fighting for him. And yes, I worry every day that they're going to start treating him the way they did me and I want nothing more than for him to come live with our mother and get away from our vindictive adoptive mom.

I've got a h80s with pnp coils and tanks. For some reason the tank keeps on leaking and I can't figure out why. I've replaced the coil checked all the seals and they seem fine but it won't stop leaking. Asking for advice because I just filled up the tank today and it's empty and I've barely used it at all