I had a scare with my cell phone in that I managed to get paint speckles all over it. Then I realized the speckles were on the protective cover not the phone itself. That has me thinking about how dependent I am on my cell phone. It tells me how to get to the new doctor's office, when the library I am meeting my client at is open, what my next appointment is, and I even get phone calls on it. I can tell it to text my husband while I am driving and not even touch the device. That's amazing if you think about it! When I was a teenager, I would have given all my allowance for all four years of high school for something that would do that for me. I remember when I was a walking rolodex and could rattle off 50 phone numbers by heart. (For those younger folks out there a rolodex is a spinning notebook with all your addresses and phone numbers in it.) I don't even know my best friends' phone numbers now. I think this is a good thing. I don't have to panic when my car breaks down and I am alone. I don't have to remember the way to get some place while I am feeling lousy. And even with all this wonderfulness, I use the off button quite often. I am not a slave to my cell phone, it works for me. Yes, I am very grateful for the amazing little box that allows me to carry my life's information in my pocket!
"The idea of prosthetics is a tool. Most people's cell phones are prosthetics. If you leave your cell phone at home, you feel impacted by not having it. It's an important part of your daily function and what you can do in a day." --Aimee Mullins