No Recourse to Public Funds

Saturday morning, bright and early in the morning, we were awakened by the door bell.  No one but the mail man comes around, especially at that time in the morning.  So after the initial confusion (one always gets confused when one is woken out of complete slumber), finally Rupert hopped downstairs to open the door.  Standing at the door, the mail man handed him a stack of mail and a package.  This has been the common occurrence for the past 2 months.  The mail man comes, the mail man goes, and we are left with a stack of bills and an occasional letter or package.  After waiting each day for two months for the mail to come, I had taught myself to stop hoping.  So when Rupert nonchalantly came back upstairs with the mail, I didn't think anything of it till he handed me the package.  And there, inside, was the long awaited end to the last two months.  To finally have my visa in my hands was such a relief, such a sigh of release, like I had been holding my breath since I had sent it off in the mail.  To read the details of the visa, however, were a bit anticlimactic: "No recourse to public funds".   But why should I let that get me down?  I AM A LEGAL ALIEN!