HOW MY PHONE GOT CRUSHED, LOST AND FOUND.

Last week was not the best of weeks for me, and somehow it became worse better this week. I have been having some bills to settle, and in the midst of those bills not yet settled, my phone happened to get crushed. The feeling of this happening weakened me and brought the thought of the expenses it would take to bring the phone back to life.

It just happened yesterday when I was going to get gas for my generator. I took my bag, where I could keep my phones, and took the 12.5kg of gas with me on a bike to the gas plant. I got to the gas station, paid for the gas using a bank transfer with my phone, and then I put my phone back into my bag so that the screen would not break in my pocket while carrying the 12.5 kg of gas on my lap.

When I was heading back home, I suddenly noticed that my bag was open. I checked, and saw the zip of my bag had worn out; this caused my phone to fall while on the bag. At that point, I checked my bag and could only see my Android phone in it, but my iPhone was missing.

I checked the floor around where I stopped the bike but could not find the phone. This time, I had to tell the bike man to wait while I walked back slowly to look for my phone. I had to trek back, looking at the floor, in hopes of finding my phone, but I could not find it at all. I even got back to the gas plant where I had earlier filled my gas, but the phone had not yet been found.

I went back to meet the bike man and had to drop my gas at home. When I got home, I met two of my friends who came to visit me. I told them about the situation, and they followed me back to look for the phone. While on the way, we were calling the phone, and it was ringing, but no one picked it up. I felt that since no one picked it up, it would still be on the floor somewhere.

I had to call my brother, who was in another state, to see if he could use his iPhone to trace mine. He told me the location of the phone, which was exactly the point where we were, but we could not see the phone. Then later on, my brother called me to tell me that the phone was moving and that there was a possibility that someone had picked it up.

We called and called until I got someone who picked up my call. He told me to meet him at a particular location, which was not far from where I noticed my bag was open. He also demanded that I give him something before I collect my phone from him.

When I saw him, I was so heartbroken to see the state of my phone. I did not even know what to say. He told me that he found it on the floor and that sand had covered it up, and maybe a vehicle had crossed over the phone, causing a dent on it. I gave him all the money I had on me and collected my phone.

I was so glad to have found my phone, but at the same time, I was heartbroken to see the condition of my phone. There is a saying that says a dead child is better than a missing child. This means that at least I know the condition of my phone, which is better than being depressed about my phone being missing.

So here are the pictures of the phone: