My family was at a mega church in the city. We use to go to their VBS program years ago.
As we were standing in line waiting to get in the chapel, I took out my cell. Then a teen girl noticed my bamboo wooden iphone 4 case and told me it was cool. I said thank you.
Then she asked to hold it. For a better view, she said.
I looked up at her and noticed she was holding a toddler. Maybe two years old. It was a boy. He was squirming to get out if her arms.
I told her that I didn’t feel comfortable, because if my phone falls, the case would break, as will the screen, and that I had only had my phone for a month. That my father got it for me. (Which is true)
So I help up my phone for her to see the case. Just then, the toddler grabbed it and started waving it in the air.
The teen girl told him to give it to her now!
As she struggled to take it from him, it fell to the floor.
The case broke in two.
I reached for it, and noticed the screen was shattered.
When I picked it up… The screen broke completely off. I became angry and looked over to O, and told him that I was going to the van, and for him to stay with the kids.
He told me to calm down, and that he knew how to fix it. That it would be fine. Not to worry.
I started to cry, and I told him how upset my father was going to be with me.
I then took off running down the church hallway, outside to our van.
When I reached our van, I got in and looked down at my phone, still in tears…
When I looked down at it, it was in the case, which was now NOT broken.
And where the screen once was, it was Saran Wrap.
Confused, I took my finger and pressed down on the Saran Wrap.
Then I thought in my head, Yes, it’s Saran Wrap!?
Then I woke up and reached for my phone…
Just to see! Of course it was fine.