// December 8th, 2008 // 6 Comments » // Real Life
My beloved phone that my aunt bought for me as a New Year’s Day gift has been stolen. It was only 11 months old, and a whole truckload of my personal files, including pictures, beloved music and videos are in that 8GB phone.
I remember tearing up when I realized that it was stolen, but right now, I can’t seem to let the tears fall. The sadness is incredibly overwhelming. Sigh.
I wish I could gather the strength to type the events leading to the phone being stolen, but I apologize. I don’t really want to relive it, and just thinking about it makes me even more sadder than I already am. That, and the thought of the thief happily and shamelessly using it while I’m here mourning over it and phone-less.
I wish more people (like the thief) would be good Samaritans. Like my beloved daddy. Since retiring from Hertz as an Operations Executive, he has then been driving people around in his cab. People leave all sorts of valuable things in his cab – cell phones, wallets, laptops! He would always go the extra mile to make sure the things get back safely in their owners’ hands. And sometimes, he would get something in return. We’ve got a whole box of chocolates once, and a nice Thank You card. He even received a $50 Times Bookstore voucher, which I totally splurged on. So yeah, I wish more people would be like him.
Sigh.
I loved that phone. So much.
