Crackberry User: [krak-BER-eee yoo-ZER] - noun 1. A person who loves, with all of his or her heart, their Blackberry. To this user (which is in a class far beyond regular cellular users), their phone is an extension of their being. They've developed some kind of [healthy] addiction to ther phone because it's much, much, more than just a phone.
I, am one such user.
And I...are you ready for this?...suffered a tragic & dramatic event last evening. Yes, this is true. My beloved Blackberry was lost for the longest 40 minutes of my life. This is the story:
I was working yesterday afternoon with the middle school ministry for our monthly fair. It's a huge, indoor event (yes, indoor: read: earplugs are totally necessary), with about 10 large inflatable games and almost 200 middle schoolers running a rampage. We've got everything from a Wii station with Rockband, to a full inflatable obstacle course and boxing ring (my personal favorite cause I kick boo-tay. No lie y'all). This is a time separate from weekly youth group. This monthly fair is an opportunity for our "regular" students to invite their friends & come to church to play. Then, while we trap them with games, food, and fun, we give them a friggin awesome worship sess. & a sermon at the end.
I was tired. Haha. Beyond tired, but I can't think of a word to suffice. I worked the obstacle course all night, jumped up & down with the kids during worship, and was put on "cell phone patrol" during the sermon. WOW. PAUSE. That's RIIIIIDICULOUSLY IRONIC. I DID NOT GET THE PREDICTIVE REFERENCE, BUT NOW I DO. Anyway (you'll get it when I'm done), when the fair finished, the leaders & I stayed behind to help clean up, etc. About a half hour later, I walked out, and upon getting to my car, I got a chill so I threw my purse in the carseat, and put my wonderful, beautiful, amazing phone on the roof of the car while I put on my sweater.
:'( ready for the heartbreak?
I forgot it was there. I got in, drove off. Oh the humanity!!!
It wasn't until I had turned out of the church onto the highway (which is a 55 by the way) that I heard a thump on the roof & immediately panicked. I mean. I've never felt my heart drop like that. I didn't even have time to speak, I just pulled over, made a U-y somewhere and was on my way back around all the while saying "NO! NO!!!! NOOOOO!!" as if my phone was my right hand that I'd just lost. While I turned to head back to the church to make another U-y, I heard another thump & again my heart dropped. I stopped on the side of the road, got out, checked, and nothing was on the top of the car. :'( My eyes teared up. *I'm not making this up, don't make fun of me. I love my phone.
My phone. It has all the text messages that my Love & I have sent to each other since before we started dating. I reread those messages because they make me smile!! So the thought of losing them for good was crushing me.
Then, I turned around, went back on the highway where I first heard the thumps, turned on my high beams and found absolutely nothing on the road. :\ I panicked again. Had someone picked it up? Or crushed it to it's molecule!?!? I turned around again & found nothing, so I drove to the church to see if my some act of God I had dropped it in the parking lot, and the thumps were just imaginary. But no such luck. My eyes got a little misty, and then my heart sank when I remembered all the text messages I'd be losing, and how I really don't have enough money to even buy a 20 replacement phone. So leaving the church parking lot, I was going to begrudgingly head home to cry with my mommy, and then right there...at the stop light (before getting to the highway), in the crosswalk right next to me, I see my phone. Blinking away. (My phone constantly blinks a cute little green light, which gave it the nickname - Blinkie). Without another thought, I ran out of the car (don't worry, no one was behind me) and ran to pick up my little phone. **The people stopped at the light must've thought I was nuts.
I cradled the phone back to the car and sped off, shaken and lost.
There were many lessons that screamed at me on my way home last night.
#1. The importance of second chances...or sometimes third.
#2. The importance of faith. Some may discard my emotions as a stubborn girl who lost a material thing, but to me it was memories that I didn't want to lose, and couldn't believe I'd been stupid enough to let go so foolishly. Needless to say, I've got to take care of the things I have, better.
While I do consider myself a Crackberry User, I know that it's just a material thing. Just plastic, and electronic-y stuff stuffed inside. But it was the principle behind the event that I took away with me, not a phone. That idea of "Try again." I went back and tried again. In fact I tried to find it 3 gosh darn times. When you want something bad enough, you'll try hard enough. You'll try three times or three hundred. You'll keep trying until you get it.
I'm not a giver-upper. I highly dislike giving up. So that's why I try. Most of the time, I fail. But eventually, I get it right in the end. Be it trying to master a song on the piano, finding someone that I love with all my heart, opening the peanut butter jar cap (my current nemesis), or finding something that's lost, at the end, whether you got it or you didn't, you realize that that's how it's supposed to be.
From: Me
