I Love Joyce

I don't know Joyce, yet, but I love her!  At the start of this semester I bought a digital voice recorder so I can record my larger lectures.  It wasn't super pricey, but I spent a pretty penny on such a little device.  On Thursday in my Anatomy lecture I left my recorder.  I felt so irresponsible when I realized it and by that time I had already come home for the weekend.  For one, I go to school in Detroit, anything worth more than a dime is going to be picked up if left unattended.  But, I love my dear roommate, Kierstin, she gladly grabbed some friends and trotted over to the auditorium to search for my recorder over the weekend.  No luck.  So, I thought I was out the money and I'd just have to buy a new one.  I figured I would send an e-mail to the class, first, asking if anyone picked it up, but I wasn't getting my hopes up.  I actually forgot I sent the e-mail until a few minutes ago. (Yes! I am so excited about this that I had to blog immediately!)  A precious women named Joyce e-mailed me back saying she saw the recorder and since no one took it she picked it up and planned to ask around in class the next week.  Thank you Joyce.

I feel it's a blessing for more than one reason.  First off, there's not many people willing to do such a good deed in this world today.  Second, I have never met anyone named Joyce since my grandma (who's name was Joyce) passed away eight years ago.  This name has got a good rep in my book! Perhaps it will debut again one day tucked between my daughter's first and last name =)