I’ve been thinking about trying to replace all the phone numbers I had stored in my cell phone. Of course, that means I lost all the information through a catastrophic failure of the phone and that almost always means the phone got wet. Cell phones do not mix with water and they are especially allergic to salt water. Lest you think I jumped overboard with the phone in my pocket there is a story.
          The story has to do with a beautiful day for sailing, the "EagerEm", the sailing dory I built several years ago, a lot more leakage than I expected, a busted bailer, and a poor decision. The result of this combination was my closed boat bucket falling into the water IN THE BOAT and wetting all my dry stuff including my phone.
          I was able on Friday evening, for an outrageous price, to replace the phone. But a phone with no numbers is limited. The easy numbers like the church and Dorothy and the girls were no problem, but some of the ones I kept but did not use often, like our friends in Kansas and Indiana, are more difficult to replace. At least I do not store account numbers and such in my phone so I only lost phone numbers.
          I have a faint hope that the old phone will dry out enough to turn on long enough to recover the numbers, but if not, I will be busy collecting and storing phone numbers for several weeks. It is definitely a loss for me and reminds me again of how technology-dependent I have become. My cell phone is my constant companion and a most useful tool in ministry; it just needs to wear a life jacket when boating.