I'll take my miracles where I can get them
So I'm editing this story for Vox written by this guy named Pat Healy, maybe you've heard of him. The past week and a half has been stressful, as Tim Leong lost this big packet of documents Pat gave us for visuals. The Vox office is only so big, and we couldn't find it anywhere. The whole packet had just, poof, disappeared. Good job, Tim. This was bad because a) we needed them for visuals for the page and b) those were Pat's only copies this information (jail safety reports, court records, etc.). He needed them for factchecking or to defend what he wrote in case anyone got upset and challenged our story (a good possiblity when a story involves rape, suicide and poor jail conditions in a small town). He was upset. I was upset. Tim was upset. I came home at some point and said a certain prayer. Kate wasn't here to help me this time, but it was the same prayer that helped two reporters notebooks I lost in 306 miraculously appear. This was a couple days ago. By now, I'd pretty much given up on finding the packet.

Then this morning I walked into the Vox office, and there was a huge envelope in my mailbox. It was the documents! All of them! Even the snapshots and the funeral card were still there! I started to jump up and down and ran to find Pat to celebrate. I'm pretty sure I scared Kim Townlain. Apparently, the documents just appeared in the designers box this morning some time. No one knows how they got there or really who found them first. The weird thing is that they are in a completely different envelope. I had put them in a regular manila envelope and written Pat's name, the story and the issue date on it. They reappeared in a much bigger envelope, the kind lined with bubble wrap. It was also blank. Tim said, "It's like it was just Fed-Exed in from Alaska." Anyway, there was much rejoicing in the Vox office. Prayers were answered. I really do think it was some sort of miracle. I'm glad those still happen. I'll stop ranting now. I've probably scared you all.