My stomach sunk to my shoes on Tuesday night as I realized that I had left my Ipod in our room at the holiday park the night before. Luckily the holiday park was only twenty minutes outside of the city, so I called them with my fingers crossed. As Ezra, the man on the other side of the phone searched through the lost & found drawer, my stomach continued to churn. I use my Ipod all of the time and losing it would not be good. Suddenly he came on the phone and said, “Yah mate. We have it. Come and get it whenever you like.” Those words were magic to my ears.