Emotions

I cried today. A man that had to clean up best he could, with clean clothes on, was standing near my bank. I went in and withdrew $20 and saw him. His sign said Wife, kid. Lost job, need money, no bum. I pulled up to him and made eye contact (which everyone knows is the go ahead to approach me) I gave him $10 I don't have to give, isn't that always the case, and he said his name was Steve. He had a pink piece of paper in his hand and said I received an eviction notice and I have until Tuesday to come up with the money. You can see the notice if you want. Apparently, he wanted to make me feel better about giving my money away. His eyes were just so hopeful, clear, and humble. I, of course, told him there was no need for me to read the paper and I wished him the best of luck. As he turned away, I rolled up my window. Not to distance myself from him, but so that no one would hear my sobbing.
Due to depression and lack of motivation I lost my 2 jobs in the last 2 months. I'm hanging by an invisible thread that is constantly bombarded by family obligations, lack of money, constant creditor calls, failure to assimilate to a cookie cutter life, and my dwindling sense of self. It really hit home that in one second, I could be in his place and I don't know how to prevent it.
I am physically able to go get another job, but due to circumstances that I am not sure I want to divulge on the world wide web, I am legally not able to. My husband's last day in the military is July 31st due to budget cut backs. We have no idea what will become of us after that date. No guarnteed paycheck, no benefits, and a precious 6 year old to keep safe and healthy.
I can't help but wonder if I'm just fooling myself into thinking everything will be okay.