Yesterday my husband lost his iPhone.
Yesterday it was hot, so my husband decided to leave his jacket at home before he left for the post office to mail a couple of letters.
At the post office he set his iPhone down on the counter while he was looking for some money to pay for the postage. Normally he would have just put the phone in his jacket pocket, but he didn’t have his jacket with him.
After he was finished, he left the post office, got in his car and drove to Staples. On his way into Staples, he decided to go back to the parking lot to get his iPhone. He thought it wasn’t such a good idea to leave it in the car. When he got to his car, he realized that he’d actually left his phone at the post office,not in his car, so he drove back, thinking that it would still be there waiting for him because surely they would have kept it for him. But, sadly it was gone and no one had seen anyone taking it.
When I arrived home he told me the sad news and we put our heads together to try and figure out how to get it back. Two days before, he’d downloaded the new software for the iphone with the “Find my iPhone” feature on it, but unfortunately he hadn’t activated it yet so all we could do was call the telephone company and have the number turned off. They told us that the telephone would still be able to receive text messages, so we wrote lot’s and lot’s of them, begging the person who found the phone to return it. We promised good things to the honest person who found the phone and returned it. I also called the number many times hoping that someone might answer. I wasn’t sure what I would say, but it gave me something important to do in the crisis.
We spent the day working (at separate jobs) and distracting ourselves from the loss. We had talked about the fact that we wouldn’t be able to replace it. It was new and my husband only had one, because when he signed up for a 2 year contract with T-Mobile here in Germany, it was not expensive. To buy a new one without signing a 2 year contract would be VERY expensive.
As I drove home late yesterday afternoon I was fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if, when I got home, the telephone would be in our mailbox. I thought “wouldn’t it be neat if some nice person had just magically found it and put it in there.”
I knew it was a long shot, but I thought I had a right to have a fantasy if I wanted one. (This is of course, another subject for a another post, when I write about Mental Health and how I one day lost it!)
After I had made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to check my email, the doorbell rang. It was a woman who lives up the street and her 8 year old son. She asked me if I’d found my iPhone. I was confused and said that I hadn’t lost my iPhone, but then I realized that she knew something about a lost iPhone. What were the chances of that???!!!! I became suspicious and I asked her to tell me more.
(I didn’t really know this woman very well…I’d met her in a fasting group 2 years before, but I didn’t really KNOW her.)
She said that she’d found “my” iPhone on the ground outside of a bar next to the store where she was doing some grocery shopping. Her son had said “look mom, it’s an iPhone” (actually,he said this in German,because this story happened in Germany)
She said she didn’t know how to turn it on, so she’d asked a neighbor to show her how. While she and the neighbor were tinkering around with it, I had called the number and she saw my picture light up on the phone. She said to herself (in German) “Hey, I know her! She was in my fasting group 2 years ago. I think she lives down the street!”. So, she came over and dropped it in my mailbox. Have I said what a nice woman this was?
Yesterday afternoon she happened to see me driving down the street on my way home and came over to see if I’d found the iPhone in my mailbox.
I thanked her and her son profusely. I couldn’t stop telling her how grateful we were.
Today my husband went over to her house bearing gifts.
It was a very happy ending to a day that we thought would end very differently.
I think the moral of this story is: Fasting is good for you.