Run Over

Today, Jeffrey and I were driving down our street. It's sort of a busy street, and Jeff got really concerned when he saw a group of preschoolers standing (alone) on the side of the road. He was watching them, making sure they wouldn't cross the street while we drove by. As we drove past, we heard a crunching noise under the tires. We couldn't really tell what it was, so I said (jokingly, of course) "You just ran over that kid's remote control car!" He felt so bad, and he actually believed me that he probably did run over their toy. We turned around and went back to make sure everything was okay. The "toy" was gone, and the kids were playing happily in their yard.

Tonight, Jeff was sent out to return church keys to my dad. When he returned home, he didn't really come inside. He was out in the driveway for quite awhile. I wondered what was going on, and finally, he came in and announced that he was searching for his cell phone. We called it and called it, and it rang and rang (on our end), and we couldn't find it. It must've fallen out of his pocket in my dad's yard. We drove back to my dad's and called the cell phone- went right to voice mail this time. It had been injured. Oh boy. So we went back the way Jeff had originally taken to my dad's house... he remembered setting some things on the car, and maybe it had slid off... And lo and behold, what did I find in the road, but a broken cell phone.

(Laugh all you'd like, we are!)

I am the hero of this story because (1) Jeff did not even see the cell phone and all it's pieces in the street. And (2) I jumped out, risking my life (dramatic) to get the phone. But not only that! I (3) put the phone back together and yes, oh yes... IT WORKS! :)