The tragedy/blessing

Sometimes in our lives we are faced with the loss of something special so that we can grow. I think I am growing. I have recently experienced the death of something very special to me. My cell phone. It's all right. I have tissues if you need to cry. I have been one of those "cell phone addicts". You've seen the kind. They walk around campus constantly talking on their phone. Even when they have someone right in front of them and their phone begins to buzz, they will pick up the phone and ask you to hold one while they talk to that little silver rectangle.

I think cell phones are a wonderful invention. They have brought people closer together. They let children form stronger bonds with their parents. They help those who are lost find their way (unfortunately, this has been me many times). And they give other people a sense of security just to have it around.

There is a problem with cell phones, however. This is something I have discovered only since being without mine for the past few days. Something that has been missing from my life for a little while is the alone time to think and gather my thoughts. Every time I have walked to school, I have talked to someone on the phone. Since breaking my cell I have spent a lot of time reflecting on my life and what kind of person I want to become. It has been a wonderful blessing to break my cell phone. It's a blessing I think Heavenly Father knew I needed at this time.

When it first broke, I thought it was a great tragedy. Now I know that it is a blessing. :) I will be grateful for my new cell phone when I receive one, but I have learned to take time to be by myself without a cell phone. It's a wonderful thing.

A Poem for a Cell Phone

Your short square shape,
Your silver lining,
Your wonderful face
That's always shining.

The sound of your tone,
The voice at the end.
The connection through which
I find my good friend.

And then there's the text
Such a joyful sight.
That no matter the weather,
You make my life bright.

I'll miss the vibrations
You bring to my day,
For when I can feel you,
The gray goes away.

And now my dear friend, goodbye.

And... another poem/song for any Nauvooers out there.

A Song for a Cell

And so, my cell, I say farewell to you,
With numb and aching heart, one last adieu,
And through my tears, I look to phones beyond,
Could ever I be fond of one as you.

One ringing song, one screen aglow,
You were my friend until I dropped you in the snow,
Where'er I'd go, you'd come along
And we would walk and talk all night,
Until the dawn...

And so you go, I cannot turn you on,
No one will hear my voice cause now you're gone,
This phone I leave I always will recall,
The calls, the texts, and all...
I love you soooo...

Farewell...my cell....Farewell...myyyy cellllllllll.

*sniff*

(New words by Joseph Marshall)