Last week I got a message that was scary. The place that I have almost everything that I have in the world, called and said that they were doing a check of units, and were checking if I had moved out, and to give them a call. Well of course I had not moved out, where else would I put 95 percent of my stuff. I am stuck at work, working a 12 hour shift, and my mind is running. Have I just lost almost everything that I own in the world. Well maybe it was the other unit, and that one does not have as much in it. But the one he talked about, means more, it has more of the personal stuff. It has all of my mission stuff, of which I can not find any of my mission photos as it is. All of the family photos that I have from my grandmother. I got home from that night and as I slept, I had a wave of comfort come over me. That everything was OK, and I had nothing to worry about. As I got up and started my day, my thoughts still were of what I was to find. But I did have this calmness