Last night, just before logging off and going to bed I opened my documents and there was nothing there. Not as much as one document. Not even a ransom note.
The only documents I could find were my personal history one, my 3x5 recipes and the one chapter I took to the agent at the BYU conference. Those I had put on our new external hard drive. Granted those are the three ones I would most want to save if the house burned down but there are several hundred other documents missing. Everything I have written in the last...say, ten years! My first novel. Hopefully my practice novel but never the less, I hated to loose it. All my thoughts, things like the notes that I had written to the Primary children when I was a counselor, over 500 of them, all my letters, etc. A lot of nonsense, yes, but it was my nonsense.
Turning off the computer and turning it back on--a ploy used by computer challenged people, helped not at all. The documents were still gone. I emailed those three documents to myself, just in case, and went to bed with much sadness.
Today, we hired someone to come and retrieve them. He got everything but my photos, which I think are gone for good but I also think they are stored online, somewhere. So much for my great photography. --That was a joke, okay?--
Anyway, tonight, I am grateful to have most everything back. Material things don't matter. I've always known that. Relationships matter, I've also always known that, but now I know that words matter too. And I'm grateful to have mine back.