First, the short version of the story: I lost my cellphone last Sunday. Thankfully, I had a spare SIM card and a friend I could borrow a cellphone from. Therefore, my number for the time being is +63 906 468 1227.
Now, for the longer version: It was a Nokia 6230i, not on par with the today's new 3G-centric models but equipped with the requisite features for the hip and the on-the-go. It had not yet sported too many scars and scratches -- sadly so typical of phones in my keeping -- because it was only a few months in my possession. I always said it was too expensive for me. I don't like expensive things because I'm afraid to break them or lose them. And that's exactly what happened last Sunday.
I suppose I must have lost it in the taxi cab. I was laden with packages, and that's the usual situation when you forget something so small as a cellphone. I discovered the loss about half an hour after the taxi had gone. I tried to ring the number, hoping that whoever found it was decent enough to answer. All I got was the pleasant recorded message: "The number you are calling cannot be reached or is outside the coverage area...."
Alas, finders-keepers seems to have been the state of mind of that taxi driver or his next passenger. Shutting off the phone and discarding the SIM card is the standard operating procedure for cellphone thieves. All the better, I suppose, so they don't have any pangs of conscience should the owner attempt to call and beg for the phone back.
Strangely, I don't feel too badly about the loss of the cellphone. Well, yes, a little bit. But not too much.
In the first place, that cellphone and I have been together for only a few months, not long enough to form any real attachments. Now, my beaten-down Nokia 7250, that I have a real emotional investment in, what with all the love notes it has sent and received and the photos it has taken. But this 6230i has none of those good memories yet.
In the second place, I really didn't spend a cent for that cellphone. My youngest sister gave it to me because she thought I really needed a new phone. It just so happened that she got one as part of her new subscription plan. I would suppose she would be more upset than I am. Sorry, sis.
Lastly, I think I deserved to lose that cellphone. A little bit of karma, I would say. Sunday was a very bad day, and the cellphone was witness and instrument to a stream of angry, self-pitying messages (the details of which are not important). Losing the cellphone was appropriate payback. In fact, in consideration of the magnitude of my sin, I think I got off lightly. More importantly, losing the cellphone put me back in the right frame of mind.
I'm not a firm believer in karma. I don't subscribe to the tit-for-tat view of the universe. I prefer the Gospel of Matthew says: "He...makes his sun shine on the good and the wicked, and brings down the rain on the righteous and the abominable." Discovering that my cellphone was missing, possibly in some stranger's hands, was the shock I needed to get me out of my foul mood. It was the first step to getting things right again.
In the grand scheme of things, that was a small price to pay.
Gratias tibi, Deus, gratias tibi.