And besides, I had quite neatly adjusted to life in the dark-ages at this point. Of course, I had to observe a mourning period to process this deep loss. Unfortunately, the ordeal proved too harrowing to cope with… the phone was damaged beyond repair.Īgain, a smaller woman may have replaced her phone at this point. After several more anxious days, and numerous, long phone calls instructing the officer how to use a cell phone, we finally confirmed this was, in fact, my long lost appendage. The police had to make multiple trips to the Apple store to verify its identity. The poor thing had a severely cracked screen, and no memory of who it was. There, unconscious, but alive, was a grey iPhone 11. All culminating into a literal raid on the suspect’s home, led by the sheriff himself. Over the course of the next four weeks, I received near-daily updates on the status of the search and rescue operation. He was astoundingly - absurdly - dedicated to finding my phone. Assigned to my case was the finest officer the local force had to offer. So, tenacious as I am, instead of buying a new iPhone, I filed a police report to recover it. Lo and behold, it was hiding in the couch. I once misplaced an AirPod for 22 months, but dammit I knew it was around somewhere. A weaker woman would have bought a replacement phone after just a few days of massive inconvenience. I cursed myself for being so security-conscious. Financial accounts, online shopping accounts, social media accounts, healthcare accounts, email accounts, work accounts - all completely inaccessible. Without a smartphone, I was locked out of nearly all of my accounts, thanks to being unable to perform two-factor authentication. With that one accidental misplacement, nothing was the same. Held hostage for weeks, stripped of its case, and left to die. Then, kidnapped by deviants in the night. First, drunkenly abandoned by me, it’s mother, next to the community hot tub. I hate to think of what the poor thing was going through. You become a hindrance to those around you. Nobody thinks it could happen to them, until it does. It happened in the middle of the night, in what I thought was a very safe neighborhood. It changed my perspective, and taught me some much needed lessons.
It challenged who I was, and helped me find who I want to be. What followed was several weeks of relearning what I once took for granted. It happened during a robbery the day before my birthday.
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