Hope is a word we have lived by for the last two and a half years.
Hope that things will get better. Hope that things will get easier.
Hope that we can make ends meet each month. Hope as we scraped together quarters, nickels and dimes to make a car payment. Hope we can work out a deal with the bank. Hope that everyone could just be a little more understanding and patient with us regarding money owed.
Hope that our 3 year old daughter would understand why we can have bananas this week, but not both apples and bananas. Hope that our daughter understands that next week why we can’t even have bananas – because we need bread and milk more.
Each month we held out hope. Hope that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. And, that hopefully when we got to the end of the tunnel, we would be able to bask in that light. That hopefully, we could breathe a little bit easier.
That has been our existence for the last two and a half years.
We have lived with nothing but hope of a better tomorrow for so long that we know no other way to live. And, as I write this I realize that my family is not an exception. We are one of many families feeling the crunch of the economic crisis.
I hope that that it will get better.
I believe in the possibility of a better tomorrow. Because, right now? That is all I can hope for.