￼ ￼ ￼ We have been close to this point before. Always, something comes through, I get a decent job, or borrow it, or ask family. We have contacted so many organizations, asking for a little help, but no church, city or local resource has been able to help. I'm a self employed carpenter. I get the jobs, I work. A lot. Sometimes 16 it 20 hour days. It's not that I'm looking for handouts here, I'm willing. However,a rough November and a December that saw almost no work for me made for a sparse Christmas. Kate's little in-home day care took a hit l when we lost two prospects, and the two she watched weren't coming much but the month. Kate and I did what we could to make our 12yo, Emily, happy. For us, Katie wanted a Pioneer Woman pot and pan set; I wanted a new guitar. We've not been able to afford a gift for each other for the last 5 years. Now it's six. Things like this can be depressing. Not being able to do things like go for dinner, or a movie, or when the fair comes to town, or when most of your neighbors and friends have taken their kids to Disney. But the thought of losing your little spot in the world, the safe place you come to after work or school or wherever the day takes you, breaks your damn heart. It's debilitating. It's defeating and makes you question your self-worth, your ability to take care of your family, or your responsibilities as a parent. The lack of income finally caught up with us this month. We're trying. But it's just not enough. I'm about 1300 short on the last two months. We've no other options that I can think of. I'm stuck. We see the judge next week. We're told that it's more than likely they will rule in the plaintiffs (Mr. Apartment Complex Comglomorate) favor. They then padlock the entrances of your home. After just 29 days late. What the hell am I gonna do? How do you tell your child they will not have their own bed to sleep in tomorrow? I don't know. I hope none reading this will every have to, either. I don't know what else to do. Prayin' for a miracle. Thank you for listening.