Bobby Brown made “My Prerogative” a huge hit in the 80’s. Then there was the whole Whitney Houston marriage debacle and well, you know how it ended. Not pretty. The point is, we rise; we fall. For most of us who lead lives that do not warrant celebrity status, we survive the falls and learn from them.
Now, Oscar Pistorious, who probably gets the 2013 award (so far) for how the mighty fall, is out of jail on bail. His next hearing is JUNE. Do you believe it will take five months for the next hearing to take place in this case? Guaranteed, come June, we’ll see more courtroom photos and video of the prized Olympic fallen star weeping into his hands. Guilty or not, somehow, he’ll come through this terrible tragedy.
For you and I, we trip over ourselves; screw up and with absolutely no fanfare, pick ourselves up and start all over again (strike up the band). Mundane dilemmas such as losing the cell phone and finding it again; then Verizon messing up and deactivating your found cell phone. Test results showing no, your hip replacement device is not lethal – just not yet – you’ll have to wait a while to see if it becomes lethal. These are the things that on some level – you and I deal with every day. No one notices; the cameras do not roll and our lives go on.
I talked to a neighbor today who has ripped the ACLs in both knees and one meniscus. She’s going through some painful physical therapy but knows she’ll have to have surgery on both knees at some point. We live in limbo week-to-week. We just don’t know what good and bad will come of just about anything we do.
The good news is – most of us are survivors. We pick ourselves up; dust ourselves off and simply move on. And that my friends is how our lives are meant to be. No cameras; no You Tube; no recording. We live and learn – and move on. My prerogative is to be sad and frustrated and then get over it on my own terms and hope that everyone around me understands. And if they don’t – well, life will indeed go on.
There are people in this world who pay it forward; they are unselfish and do something for another person – just because.
My life was in a little bit of a tizzy Friday when I lost my cell phone. I don’t know how, but I left it on the PATCO train coming home from Philadelphia into South Jersey. My mind was bogged down with some serious details I have to sort through and I suppose I had the phone in my hand and put it down as I was getting up to get off the train.
For hours, I dialed the lost phone; eventually, the call went right to voice mail indicating the phone was off or worse – trash. I then proceeded to change my passwords on multiple emails and other accounts. I suspended service on the lost phone and activated a ‘dumb’ phone on my account while I searched for and ordered a new device. I mentioned to my family Friday night that I had a feeling that the conductor on the train (I had been sitting a few rows back from the conductor) might have turned in the phone at the end of his shift.
PATCO lost and found was not supposed to be open today according to the person I talked to Friday. This morning, my husband and I were at the gym at the same time. I never take my phone into the gym. He came over to me and told me what I had hoped: the phone was found and was at lost and found.
A woman never showered so quickly and dressed for the day. I drove the five miles to Lindenwold and a lovely PATCO employee returned my phone. The only thing gone was the purple protective case. For $7, I have another on order. I’ll never know who found my phone and turned it in, but I’d like to send good karma his or her way – and hope that something nice happens to him or her soon.
Now I have to go through the ordeal of returning the new phone I had ordered. that will be fun. As for my found phone – anyone have an idea for making sure I don’t lose it again?
I lost my cell phone today. Just like many, many people – my life is in my cell phone. Much of what’s in my phone IS recoverable.; even photos. Today I had several important business calls – those all took place via another number. In between, I kept calling my phone hoping some nice person found it and could answer it and save the day. After four rings, the phone went to voice mail. It was very weird hearing my own voice mail message. After a while, the phone went directly to voice mail. The possibilities are:
1. Someone found the phone and turned it off (then did who knows what with it)
2. The phone is out of range
3. The phone – is toast.
VERY long story-short, I suspended service on the lost phone; I have a dumb phone at the moment with my regular cell number and I forked out more than $300 to by new hardware. If the phone arrives tomorrow as was promised, I’ll have to jump through the service provider hoops to again change the hardware assigned to my phone number. Of course then I have to reinstall my emails, all the apps and everything else. I also spent a lot of time late today changing all my passwords – just in case.
There’s still an outside chance someone turned the phone in to lost and found where I think I lost it; but it’s a holiday weekend and the lost and found place won’t be up and running until Tuesday. Who knows, I may have TWO phones by the middle of next week. I think I’ll velcro the new phone to my recalled hip.