Look up

Sometimes my sisters and I go on random Marshall’s runs. Ya know, Marshall’s the retail store? Well one summer night we went to just browse for good deals. The sky looked pretty ominous. We did our thing, shopping around, and I’m pretty sure I bought some leggings or something. We made our way through the check out, to the exit doors, only to see a torrential downpour. It had to be one of the heaviest rains I’d ever seen. Thunder shook the building and lightning lit up the sky. Now, I’ve always been a fan of a rain storm, so this was awesome! We debated on what to do, whether to run to the car or wait it out. The choice was clear: run to the car. I had my phone tucked in the waistline of my pants, and sprinted out into the storm, yelling and laughing the entire way. Our friend Mitchell, who was also with us, started dancing around and screaming about how crazy we were. Sheets and sheets of rain came dumping down. We made it to the car, and I went to make sure my phone stayed dry, only to not be able to find it. I frantically searched around in the car and in my shopping bag (which in hindsight, I should have just put it in there) but to no avail. I told my sister I couldn’t find my phone. Now this is something pretty normal for me, so we checked the car again but still couldn’t find it. This required only one thing: we had to go back out into the storm. We got out of the car and started running around the parking lot. We probably looked insane. The rain had formed a mini river in the parking lot, and I thought maybe it got swept away by that. I ran all the way down to the drain where the mini river led. I traced over all my steps, circling what felt like every inch of that damn parking lot. Finally, we gave up and drove home, laughing about how we probably looked to other people watching us from inside the stores.

I had to face the truth, if my phone didn’t get run over, or carried away down the drain, then there was no way it survived all of that water. I was actually pretty excited to be without a phone for a couple days. I thought maybe it was God’s way of telling me to get off my phone, and look up at the world. At that time, there was a lot of drama going on with friends and family so I was glad to have a break. The only thing I was really worried about was how I was going to wake up the next morning since I use my phone as my alarm.

I managed to get up the next day with the help from my dad’s alarm clock. Later in the day, I thought about going back to the parking lot to check one last time because, what the heck. I went back, parked the car, got out, and with in 5 steps of walking, there was my phone lying face down! I couldn’t believe it! I went home, put it in a bag of rice, and the next day it worked as though nothing had happened. It’s still the phone I use to this day.

It’s crazy how connected we are to our phones, sometimes without even realizing it. Not only to stay in contact with people, but it’s our alarm clock, notepad, calendar, camera, watch, dictionary, TV, entertainment, etc. I didn’t even realize how much I was attached to mine until it was in a parking lot all night. Even though I was only disconnected for about 24 hours, I realized that this “isolation” doesn’t have to be something that’s discombobulating, it just requires more creative ways to do the things you’d normally do on your phone. I still use my phone daily, however, it is nice every once in a while to go without it for a day or two and look up to enjoy the life in front of me, instead of the one on my screen. The view is great!

 

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