I dropped my phone today, in a very Silvia-Ledon-fashion, if I do say so myself. I was in the car. I had the phone on my lap. I got out of the car and the phone fell to the floor. And again in Silvia-Ledon-style, I walked away not noticing it fell. I sat in a conference room for about a half hour before I realized my phone was missing. I had a feeling I had dropped it and quickly walked out to the car. I found it lying on the ground next to the car door. The really bad part of the story is that it was raining by the buckets. With puppy eyes, I stared at my phone, wading in a dirty puddle. As soon as I got back into the conference room, I proceeded to ignore the speaker and take my phone apart and pad it down with napkins. I was very pleased to find out that it never stopped working! Right now, several hours later, the phone is off and open so that the left-over moisture can evaporate, but like I said, the good news is that it DOES work!! Yay!
Dear reader, you are now probably cringing, bracing yourself for a deep theological or emotional application stemming from the cell phone illustration. But rejoice! There is none. I simply wanted to share with you that my phone fell, it got soaking wet, I found it, and then it worked again.