This is not about SSI or finances, but about bad things happening just when you get the anxiety under control. At the end of April I had taken a week off after finishing a very long and really tough work assignment, and just when I was starting to relax, my mom called at six in the morning -- never a good thing. Dad had had a massive hemmorhagic stroke, and the doctors did not expect him to survive. I had been going through a crisis of faith for many months before that, but when Dad was in the ICU, I begged God for my Dad back. Long story short, Dad woke up after being unconscious for a month. I walked in to Dad's hospital room one morning and he was sitting up and staring straight at me (No he didn't sit up by himself, the physical therapists had put him up, but he was fully awake for the first time in a month). Dad is now in long term acute care, and still has a trach tube and a feeding tube and a catheter, but he is responding to physical therapy and getting stronger each day. It still blows me away that my Dad came back from the edge of death at the age of 74. My business is off right now, my income is uncertain, and unlike in the past, I cannot go to Dad for help. But you know what, none of that matters, because my faith is restored, because I have personally witnessed a miracle.