What could’ve been a horrendous situation turned out to be a relief. It was a tough start to my Wednesday morning.
Last week, I bought an iPhone 11. Today, while I was staying in my godfathers apartment, I left the apartment to go to my parents house. I thought about taking the bus, but I thought I had left my metro card upstairs. I got lazy and didn’t go upstairs. Hours later, I realized that it was inside one of my pockets in my coat, haha. Anyway, I decided to call Lyft.
Minutes later, I got out of the car. Before I went upstairs to my parents house, I went to the Cleaners to drop off an Aaliyah shirt and one pair of jeans. When I left the Cleaners, I started searching through my pockets and I realized that I left my phone inside the car. I was extremely pissed off. How can I be so irresponsible? I just bought my phone last week. I never experienced losing a phone before. How can this happened?
When I got upstairs, I was fuming. I had to installed the Lyft app from my moms phone and report about a lost item. I also went to Boost Mobile and told me what had happened. The representative gave me a number to call the insurance department. I called the insurance department and the lady told me that she couldn’t find my number in their records. Say what? I have insurance. What are you talking about? This just pissed me off even more.
I wasn’t going to give up so easily. I wasn’t going to go nowhere until that phone appears in my hands. My mom came up with a brilliant idea. She told me to call my phone and see if someone will pick up. I called my phone and no one answered. Ten minutes later, I called again. This time, someone picked up. It was the driver who took me to my parents house. He had the phone. It was a sign of relief. He told me that he was very far away in the Bronx almost 25 minute drive from my parents address. I told him that I called him from my moms phone and that when he arrives to call this same number.
When he arrived to the block, I went downstairs. Hoping that is all true. When I got downstairs, there it was. My iPhone 11 is back on my hands. I gave the man $100. Why so much? The man made a sacrifice to come from the Bronx all the way back to Washington Heights to give me my phone. If he wanted to be an asshole, he never would’ve done that and kept the phone to himself. So god bless that man for doing the right there.
This is a huge lesson for me to be very cautious of my belongings. This needed to happen to me for a reason. I was very mad at myself for being irresponsible. But now, I can smile again, haha.