Who needs a bailout?

This whole bailout fiasco is intense, especially being unemployed at the moment. The worse off the economy gets, the more my confidence fades. Watching projects get canceled as companies decide to reign in spending, my heart palpates and my hands become clammy.

How did this become someone's home? How did a doorway become the entirety of a home, not just the entrance? When did a sleeping bag become an everyday item, rather than an occasional companion in the woods?

How did she go from out of a job to out of work to out of the workforce entirely? How did she reach for a bottle or a pill instead of a friend or the phone? We believe it can't happen to us, but her story warns us of an alternate ending to the story.