Dear Maggie,

I don’t have enough money, and I don’t see any way I can make any more. I’m working as many hours as I can, so there’s no way to get another job. I’ve begged for a raise, to no avail. I don’t see any way to spend less, either. I’ve cut back in every area I can think of. There’s no more fat to trim. And yet my basic living expenses are more than my paycheck, and I fall more deeply into debt with each passing month. I don’t know what to do. And I honestly don’t think there’s anything you can think of either, but at this point, I’ll try almost anything.

Thank you,

Hopeless

Dear Hopeless,

I don’t know how to make the sun rise tomorrow. I’ve tried pushing the planet around with my bare hands, but it’s more than one human being can do. It’s more than all of us could do. And yet, somehow, it will rise.