Amari Morgan Facebook ad: “Landing Page”

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787189147603851

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I got out of the halfway house on a Tuesday in March with $47 in my pocket and a garbage bag full of clothes. That's it. That's what I had. I'm 41. I live in Memphis. I spent 14 months at the New Hope Recovery House on Summer Avenue after finishing a program that took me two years to complete. Two years of my life, gone. I'm not going into all of it. What matters is I came out the other side. But coming out the other side broke. I couldn't get a job anywhere that first month. I applied to 34 places. Dollar General, FedEx, three different temp agencies, cleaning services, a laundromat on Stage Road. Nothing. I was staying in a $160/week extended stay motel off Elvis Boulevard, burning through the tiny bit of money my sister Teresa had lent me. She could barely afford it herself. Single mom, two kids, she's out there doing her best. I felt like a burden. Like I'd traded one trap for another. Rock bottom was the Tuesday night I sat on that motel bed doing the math on a paper towel. I had $73 left. Room was due again Friday. Then my recovery group friend Dana showed me something. We were sitting outside the group meeting at New Hope on a Wednesday night and she just slid her phone over. No explanation at first. Just a cashout screen showing $310 going to her PayPal. I said, what is this? She said it was called freecash, these offer things, you just do them on your phone, takes time but it adds up. I was skeptical. I had heard every scam in the world at this point. But Dana wasn't a scammer. Dana was my person. So I downloaded it that night. First night I made $18 just doing sign-up offers. More than I expected from literally nothing. Week 1: $140. Week 2: $260. Week 3: $390. Week 4: $510. Month 2: $1,680. I found a part-time job cleaning offices on the night shift at $14.50/hour and I was stacking both. Month 3: $2,310. I moved out of the extended stay. Found a room in a house in the Orange Grove neighborhood, $440/month, four other women, but it was mine. I paid my first month cash from my own earnings. MINE. I called Teresa and told her I was paying her back. I sent her $400 on a Thursday afternoon and she ugly cried on the phone. I did too. I'm still at it. Some weeks are $400. Some are $600. I'm not rich. But I'm not desperate anymore. There's a difference. If you just got out of somewhere and you feel like starting over is impossible, it's not. I promise you it's not. Link is right here. Set up tonight.

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