Pay it Forward.
Today, I walked out to my patio to have coffee with my sister…and I dropped my iPhone face down, square on the cement. I had this sinking feeling. I’d been lucky too many times. So I picked it up, turned it over, and looked at the screen.
And just like I was afraid of…a spider web full of cracks. With some chunks missing.
I was bummed. More than bummed. Of course I wasn’t “smart” enough to have it insured…and my old phone doesn’t work, so I assumed my trip to the Apple Store would cost me about $600. Bye bye spring travel plans.
Six. Hundred. Dollars. For being careless. For putting it under my arm when it should’ve been in a pocket. And then I found myself thinking, “Maybe I shouldn’t have this phone at all. It’s just a phone…and it’s not worth how bummed I am now.” It’s a phone that’s ruining breakfast with my family because all I can think about is how much I’m about to spend to get this precious thing back.
Then I realized something else. It means something. It’s filled with all the photos of taken in the last eight months; the funny videos I’ve taken of my friends & I; pages and pages of notes…and meaningful text messages and voicemails I’ve kept, just so I could have them to look back to.
So I walked into the Apple Store and told them what happened. The whole truth! And the very nice guy looked at me and said, “Well, I had a really good weekend. I’m going to go ahead and take care of this for you. It’s on the house. Just don’t let it happen again.”
I want to make someone’s day like that.
