It’s not a great thing when accidents happen.
My fiance’s name is Darren.
I call Darren a ridiculous number of times a day. He is in my phone just as Darren, but each time I go to call him, I just hit D in contacts or “recent calls”.
Recently, I left my mobile at home accidentally as I raced to work. When I got there I realised I don’t know my fiance’s number.
It made me realise I don’t know my three best friend’s phone numbers either. Or my brother’s. In fact, I’m so dependent on my smart phone, I hardly know anyone’s numbers off by heart.
I only know my parents’ number because they were smart and created a mobile number that uses the landline number from the house we lived in growing up.
So I had to ring my parents, in Queensland, to ask them to ring Darren so he could bring me my phone.
What struck me though is how incredibly unsafe that is.
If I was attacked and robbed I couldn’t call Darren to look after me. Or if I was hit by a car and my phone smashed I wouldn’t be able to call him to let him know where the ambulance was taking me. Or if I was kidnapped and I escaped and ran to a farm house to use their land line I wouldn’t know what number to dial to call him (okay maybe I watch too many movies).