To bee or not to be...

Or " a horse, a kingdom for a horse" ...All this came to my mind when I suddenly discovered that my passport was not where it was supposed to be. Without my passport no trip, no flight. Despair...
Hectic search, sweaty all over, a ruined invitation for dinner at a friends house, visit of the safety deposit box twice at the bank, yes I hate to admit it, but I even made  Saint Anthony work for me.
When I was ready to give up I found it. At a spot where it definitely did not belong. Big relief but I felt like that time when I found my car keys in the fridge...Do I need to seriously worry??