The World Tends To Balance Itself.

Hitting rock bottom is never a great feeling. The stress involved with financial woes can drain one's energy, appetite, and inspirations to climb the walls of the hole. But every once in a while the world decides to drop a bit of rope ladder down to give a boost.

I am at rock bottom and am scraping every last little bit of couch change and remaining credit to float myself before my tax returns come in (which should be any time now... ... ...any time now) and was starting to break cold sweats. Hell, I ha

d to raid my daughter's piggy bank in order to buy her cough medicine; lifetime movie of the week waiting to happen. But checking the mail after taking out the garbage I was given a rung.

Earlier this year I thought I'd gotten all of my federal pell grant (a grant given to students for financial aid alternatives to loans) in the mail and promptly spent it on necessities. I guess that wasn't the whole bank though. 15 minutes ago I popped

open a check for around five hundred dollars, enoug

h to pay my cable bill, buy my books, and get some diapers. Thank you universe, whatever I did to please the gods of weights and balances I hope I can keep it up.