I had just lost my job. There was no hope, no money in my account, no work to be found. And then just when I thought all hope was lost, I found an envelope in my mail. No return address. Inside was a check, made out to me, the amount was Enough to pay the bills and leave me some leftover to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes there was no name and No identity except a single sentence “YOU BELONG TO ME.”