It didn't hit me until today. For six years we've been broke as jokes. We went through our savings and 401K, borrowed from Peter to pay Paul and without the help of friends and family simply never would have survived, but did.
I didn't have to leave the house today until noon and stayed in bed til almost eleven. Around ten thirty the power went off. I heard the TV cut off and noticed the ceiling fan slowly stop spinning.
About five seconds later my son hollered "Mom?" Called back to him that I knew the power was off but pretty sure it would be back on soon.
He hollered back "Did you pay the bill?"
Until about four months ago I would have thought the same thing. Been there, done that. I knew we were current on mortgage and utilities. I owed the Verizon giants and had the money, just like to make them beg.
Then out of habit called back to Zach "Check out the window to see if a truck is in our driveway."
Five minutes later the power came back on.
I was kinda nervous...knee jerk reaction.
Over the past six years we have had the cable, electricity, gas, trash service and water all cut off at one time or another.
We've been threatened with foreclosure (don't even get me started on how much I despise Hells Fargo) and often been out of a vehicle all together but somehow fumbled, stumbled and were helped to continue on.
And we did.
A little over four months ago got sick of feeling sick to my stomach every morning wondering how we would make it another day.
I was an over middle aged waitress with a kid in college. My best qualification was I was a hard worker.
Thinking that should count for something, applied for a job so over my head I couldn't even see it with binoculars. (or an FBI background check)
I was an absolute nervous wreck the entire first month. To begin with was like getting into the Pentagon for work the day after "Nine Eleven" and it was your first day on the job, with an even harder commute to and from... considering I didn't even own a car.
Don't even get me started on how much I had to learn how to fake until could absorb the tons of things these people expected Granny Clampett to learn in fourteen days.
But I did.
Four short months later we are current on all the bills, Tim has a new job thanks to a good friend of mine (Love you long time, Vicki) and have even been able to begin to repay all the people who so generously helped us limp along.