Angels are out there.

This is related to my mommy melt down. Last week, my husband and I sat down and looked at the finances. Obviously, as in many places, the real estate market is down here, and I'm just not bringing in the bacon. Mike is busy, but the bottom line is that by August, if something doesn't happen, we'll be in pretty dire straits.

Add to that, the fact that Porter was recently diagnosed with a visual processing disorder. In order to help him succeed, he needs vision therapy. It's not covered by any sort of insurance, and the price tag is, well, steep. Over $3,500. We applied for a grant from a local charitable foundation, and my bad news was that it was denied last week. I felt like such a colossal failure- my son has a need, and there is just no way that we can do it. If we could pay at once, then we could bring the cost down to just over $3,000. Otherwise, we could make 5 payments of $685. Given the current state of our houshold, neither is an option.

I found out about another grant, and downloaded the application. It requires three character references. I called two people immediately, and they agreed.

Then I asked my third person. She wanted to know what we needed the grant money for, asked fairly detailed questions. And then she told me that no, she wouldn't give me a reference. Instead, she would write us a check for the full amount and we should call and get the first appointment set up. She'll need some photography down the line, and my husband can work it off.

Angels are out there. And I know one of them personally, apparently. So, while we may not know what will happen come August, at least there is one fewer worry on our plate.