Beautiful Uncertainty...

It's been a long time. The dirty linen is well kept indeed. And so it shall be for as long as it should be, and can be. Spring is here. Days are longer. Longer than it is in Malaysia. The sun rises at half five in the morning and sets at eight. There are bright, beautiful flowers everywhere. And so I start anew. To let all the darkness out from the open windows and let the sun shine in.

The past will always be there. The future is yet to be known. That is why uncertainty is beautiful. Sometimes life gets difficult and we lose hope and give up, but to know that there are friends who are always around, a roof over our heads, a bed to sleep in at night... is more than enough for us to be thankful everyday.

I lost my iPhone last Saturday night. I had it in my pocket when I went out as I always do. When I got home, it wasn't there anymore. It didn't make sense. And I lost hope, fairly certainly, fairly quickly, that I will not ever see my phone again. I felt disappointed in myself. Why was I not more careful etc. Morning came, I called everyone I could to find out where I could have left it. No one had seen it. No one had handed in my phone. All my work contacts and appointments were in there. I would have been more devastated before, but I wasn't. Maybe it isn't the best thing though. It was as if I have tried my best, and it just isn't going to get my phone back. I was being punished for being careless. I just gave up, and told myself no need to cry over spilt milk. Being sensible, I barred my number after 24 hours and no one had called to return it. I went to the homes of my work contacts to leave them notes, with my house phone number.

Monday morning, they all called me to tell me how sorry they were for my loss. Ah well, they were all very nice. I told them I'd be going to town to get a replacement SIM card and phone. Two minutes before I left the house, the house phone rang.

A little blackbird named Paul had called. Paul and his 13 year old daughter had found my phone on bright and early Sunday morning. They said my phone was just lying on the curb, plain for everyone to see, and yet no one picked it up. They waited 15 whole minutes to see if anyone came running back to get it. I was at home calling all the wrong people. They took it into the cinema (it was lying right outside it) and they were told no one reported the loss. They took it home, the battery had died. Paul didn't know how to use the phone. His son's friend came around and said he had the right charger. They plugged my phone in, and Voila! My phone is on the way home. Paul delivered my phone right to my doorstep. He insisted he was out and it was on the way to wherever he was going.

I was excited beyond words. I was touched, and amazed at humankind. In times like this, in year 2009, if someone had picked an iPhone up, how often is it returned? And delivered to the door? There is hope, there is faith. The faith in the Lord God Almighty. I did promise Him something if the phone was returned, but the promise was made without faith. And now, the promise needs to be kept. :D It is a silly promise, but if God was trying to say something, it has been said loud and clear.

It really isn't easy sometimes, but when it is possible... I am thankful for everything I have and not have in my life. I am who I am and how I am because of everything that had happened, good or bad. My family will always be my family and I appreciate them all, but I must be truly lucky to also have the greatest friends that are like my family, AND to have my iPhone returned.