First Lesson of 25, Learned:

Not all the world is bad.



I absolutely lost my mind Monday night.

And by mind, I mean I lost my iPhone.

I remember texting a friend from the parking lot, getting out and going into the grocery store, then realizing at the check-out that my phone wasn't in it's pocket. I rushed back to the car assuming it'd be in the cup holder where it sometimes ends up if I'm driving.

It wasn't. Huhhhhhhhhh.

I opened my door and ran around the parking lot looking for it, retraced my steps in the grocery store, then rushed home to have a VERY decent cry.

I kept calling and calling my own number and when it kept going straight to voicemail, the only logical assumption was that someone had found it, planned on keeping it and therefore turned it off. So then I started sending texts to the phone offering a reward, and leaving sniffling messages on the answering machine.

A few minutes later, mom called. And someone had called her to say they'd found my phone and had turned it into the customer service desk at the grocery store.

I don't know who found it, and why they turned it in instead of taking home a free iPhone...but they taught me that not all the world is bad. I was SO sure that it was gone for good, because life has never been all that fair to me, and why NOT add a lost and stolen phone to a still-officially-undiagnosed illness?! But I caught a break this time. A super huge one!

Whoever found a green-cased iPhone in the Food Basics parking lot on Clairfields... I hope Karma gives you a giant kiss, from me.