Down side risk of technology.
The loss of your cellphone. A 4 year friend, left in the women's toilet at the Arena during the finals of Women's March Madness.
The dearly departed
I didn't trust Google when I started with the phone in 2011. I wasn't going to give them my location, my contacts, my photos. So I didn't back them up.
And now, they are gone. I am bereft. Literally. Today, a day of trying to recover, was totally sad for me. There were one of a kind pictures I never stored anywhere else. There are phone numbers from people who used to work with me...my only remaining link to them. Crummy.
And my silly, often sentimental chains of text messages. How I will miss them.
I have a new Galaxy 4 Notebook. I gave up hope after 12 hours with no phone. It is wonderful, I'm sure. But it will take about 15 hours of downloading to recapture all my tunes from the Amazon cloud.
So, send me a text message. Or a photo I once sent you. That way I can recover them.
Silly, isn't it? How much we value our phones. Just possessions........
My good son decided to send me my first phone pic. A new one, not one I have resurrected. But it IS her first time in a chair. Gracie....
