Sigh of Relief

I had 10 beautiful blond colored phones. And when someone called they would play gorgeous christian ringtones, like a nice southern hymm or something. Then I lost one of these phones, well it was stolen from me. I still had nine other phones, but I prefered having ten. On the outside, I acted strong, but I was losing hope with each passing day that my phone was going to be returned to me. I went to sleep and the phone appeared in my dreams. Whenever I saw other kids walking and talking with their phones, I thought they don't even realize how lucky they are. I hoped wherever it was it was safe and it still retained all its features. Especially the ones I haven't figured out yet like video messaging. Then after 6 months the phone escaped its captors and magically returned to me. The momement it showed up on my front steps was the happiest momement of my life. My phone collection was whole again.

If this hypothetical situation happened to me, I would know what Elizabeth Smart's parents felt like a few years ago. I would also be spending a lot of money per month on my mobile bill. What actually did happen to me was that I lost my silver phone that plays blueberry hill by fats domino whenever someone calls. I lost it yesterday and found it today. I am very happy right now, but I could not think of any analogy of parents who had a silver haired child abducted and then had him or her returned the next day. For that reason I embelished the story, sorry if you somehow empathized and I toyed with your emotions. Maybe we still are kindred spirits and we can find that connection through another post.