I am not stressed: Identity lost at FIT

Tonight I forgot my wallet, all of my identification, and my FIT student ID.

I started to freak out a little bit: I didn’t want to be kept from attending class, since security was a little tight last week, and they had insisted on having identification at the front desk (being an ex-R.A., maybe I take these things too seriously).

Anyway, I got the desk and was very apologetic about forgetting my wallet–the only thing I had was a card showing my blood type with my name spelled out in type.

The woman carefully wrote me out a visitors pass and then took a scrap of paper and wrote this (spelling inclusive) very slowly and meaningfully:

I have the armor of Strenght
I am Not Stress
Glory to God

She handed me the pass, and the slip of paper and gave me a most kind smile.

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