Invincible Cell Phone

I've had my Sony Ericsson Walkman slider phone for about 3 years now, which, these days, is a pretty long time to have a cell phone. I've thought about upgrading to a smart phone or Iphone, but this one still works well for now, so maybe once it finally dies I'll be able to make that upgrade. But I learned the other night that this phone has no plans on dying soon and will remain invincible for a long time to come.

My phone has faced a lot of tragedy in its life; dropped down cement stair cases, being left on the top of my car, even dropped into a puddle of water where I had to take it a part and let some pieces dry before it would work again, but in all these cases my little fighter has never failed to make a quick recovery and return to its proper uses. Its face is covered with battle scars, scratches, dents, and chips, all the right signs of a well-loved phone.

On Monday night, I thought for sure I would be saying goodbye to my old friend for good.

Our apartment complex is conveniently located directly across the street from the Brickyard Plaza, a quaint little shopping complex that we visit quite often for our regular groceries and shopping needs. Monday night was no exception. The only inconvenience about the plaza's location is that the only crosswalks are located either one block north or one block south of our complex. We usually forego the crosswalks and jaywalk across the 4 lanes of traffic. This can sometimes be a lengthy and dangerous process. On monday night we decided to attempt the cross but were having a hard time finding the right opening between cars just big enough for us to run across unharmed. Finally, our chance came. We had just enough time to jump into the first lane and cross it safely and then make it across the other lanes before the traffic came too close. Halfway through the third lane, tragedy stuck. My cell phone slipped from the pocket of my hoodie and fell into the lane of traffic, helpless. I tried to rescue it, but Scott swiftly pulled my arm and brought me safely onto the sidewalk. We watched in horror as cars, trucks and motorcycles drove swiftly through the lane of traffic, unaware of the cell phone lying in their way. I was ready to watch my friend meet the hard rubber of a tire and shatter into a hundred pieces, finally falling in its last battle. Scott saw that an opening of traffic was approaching and made the daring rescue by running out into the street, grabbing the guiltless victim, and returning safely to the side walk before the next rush of traffic approached. My cell phone was rescued, and, best of all, came out of the fight untouched, unscratched, and stronger than ever.

I guess it'll still be a while longer until I trade this phone in for another one, but that's ok. After all we've been through together, I wouldn't want it any other way.