Remember when my cell phone broke?
Well, yesterday morning, when I was getting off a bus, it fell and the battery fell out. I picked it up, put it back together, and thought that I’d turned it out.
Turns out not. And when I realized it was off, I turned it on again, and put it back in my backpack.
Apparently, I didn’t turn it on either time – because it couldn’t be turned on.
You guessed it – my cell phone is broken again.
All I can do is pray that the people who need to reach me, are able to reach me anyways. Most people can – either they will call Yitzchak’s phone or our home phone. But there are some people who I am waiting for phone calls from, who only have my number.
Maybe I will switch my SIM card with Yitzchak’s until my phone is fixed. After all, who needs to call him?
And maybe, just maybe, I should get a sturdier phone. But that costs too much money. I’d rather Yitzchak’s friend fix my phone. At least for the moment.