Apology to Cell Phones

I was reading a blog in which a woman mention her battered old cell phone. It brought my poor tattered cell to mind. I am seriously hard on cell phones. I find my cell buried under much junk in the bottom of my purse. I drop it (almost daily) onto various surfaces. I put it into the back pocket of my jeans and sit on it, forget about it, etc.

This is my apology to all the cell phones who have had the misfortune to drift into my life. Since I can't go to the phones and make amends, admit my mistakes and beg forgiveness, I will confess my sins against them here. Hopefully, you can look down from wherever you have gone and forgive me.

I'm sorry to the cell phone I stuck in the back pocket of my jeans and forgot about. I called you from the home phone, but since you were in the washer, and subsequently in the dryer, you couldn't alert me to the danger.

I'm sorry to the cell phone that fell out of my purse in the driveway. I didn't know you were gone until after the tire had flattened you.

I'm sorry to the phone I dropped as the car door was slamming. You tried to work after you had been cut in half, but alas, our time together was through.

I'm sorry to my current phone which slipped from my shirt pocket as I was inspecting my bathroom toilet post-scrub. At least you fell into clean water.

And last but not least, I'm sorry to my husband's last phone lying alone after falling from my pocket, to the bottom of the port-a-potty. I'm sorry, but I couldn't bring myself to rescue you.