One afternoon in early September, my husband called me while I was at Walmart. I answered the phone and immediately knew something was wrong by the sound of his voice. “Is everything okay?” I asked. “Um. Not really. I just got laid off.” My stomach dropped. I left my cart right where it was in the store and drove home, praying and praying that things would be okay. This is the story of how we dug down deep and made it through.