One night during my first year at BYU I was in a hurry to get to MIA. I debated whether to take my purse or not. My roommates had their keys and besides, I had $60 in my purse, so I decided to leave it there. I opened the bedroom door and threw it on my bed. Then I ran out the door and down the stairs to catch up with the others. After MIA I visited with friends until it was time for the dormitory doors to be locked. I wearily climbed the two flights of stairs to my apartment and fell into bed. Rushing to be on time to my 7am sociology class the nest morning, I looked in all the usual places for my purse. Where had I put it? Did I leave it at MIA? No, I left it on the bed, but it's not there. It must be on the floor. No, not there either. Panic started to set in The $60 was all the money I had and it was tightly budgeted. I had to get to class, so the purse would have to wait. As I walked across campus in the darkness I tried to stay calm. I had a job and would soon re...