Crisis

A story in Definition List:

Saturday, 3:00 p.m.
Go play racquetball, with Nate and Sam (who is in Joplin for spring break with me :D )
Saturday, 4:00 p.m.
Get done. Leave racquetball bag in car, since I’ll just get it later.
Sunday, 12:30 a.m.
Go to bed.
Sunday, 8:30 a.m.
Get up grumpily after having been poked by Sam to get up.
Sunday, 9:20 a.m.
Leave for church.
Sunday, 9:21 a.m.
Dig for wallet, which I left in my racquetball bag.
Sunday, 9:21:10 a.m.
Wallet isn’t there.
Sunday, 9:21:10.00001 a.m.
Panic :/
Sunday, 9:22 a.m. – 12:30 p.m.
Be sad through church, even though I was trying to pay attention…
Sunday, 12:45 p.m.
Mom and Dad call the YMCA, Grandma goes hunting outside the YMCA. YMCA reports nothing turned in.
Sunday, 1:00 p.m.
Start canceling my credit cards, calling places, etc.
Sunday, 1:15 p.m.
YMCA calls back, the wallet was just turned in. No money, but all the credit / ID cards are intact.

It was definitely a blessing to get so much back, although I lost a lot of money. But it could have been so much worse. Everybody was praying for things to work out okay, and I’m grateful it wasn’t worse.

Dewdles by Sam