
And I too believe in karma.
Last Saturday night I indulged in too much red wine - I was at my friend Luke Parker Bowles’ 30th birthday party. After playing Connect 4, doing impressions of politicians with Hugh (not Grant but another English actor) and talking to our friend James about the electric guitar he built by hand (truly!), I called it a night and hailed a car service.As the car lurched forward at a traffic light, various contents of my bag fell on the floor - I scrambled for my belongings. One of the items that left my possession that night was my beloved iPhone, and I didn’t realize it for a whole ten minutes - and ten minutes too late.
I frantically called various numbers to be met with “Call us tomorrow”. Of course, my iPhone was dead. I was upset. The phone had been a gift and guilt clung on to me. I spent Sunday in disbelief. Luckily I keep another phone - a simple one as a backup.
I mentioned my loss to my boss - who said that Blackberries were better anyway (That definitely didn’t make me feel any better). I sent text messages to my phone - “Have a heart, please return my phone” and so on. No response.
Sunday and Monday went by, Tuesday, Wednesday. I persisted with my messages. I carried my old Berry with me - tempted to switch my iPhone number over and be tied down to work virtually again. My colleagues were annoyed that I wasn’t reachable when I wasn’t at my desk - Something told me to wait.
Then on Wednesday evening I helped an elderly woman in the subway station with the ticketing machines and I escorted her to the subway. The warmth of her grateful smile made me forget that we were in a crowded station at rush hour - full of irate CitiBankers, Italian tourists, and obnoxious visiting high school students from Ohio (Yes I forgot where I was for that moment).
The next day I got a message from my iPhone: “Meet me on Friday, I have some time.” Holy crap! I had finally gotten a message back. The messages were as follows:
SG: Where, when? Thank you so much for replying
Stranger: Time Warner Building, in the afternoon. What’s the reward?
SG: Great. The reward is $___. Cash or check?
Stranger: Cash. Noon. But if you have an old iPod or nano, that’ll do.
SG: [Weird] Okay great. Thank you so much!
So yes, long story short. I got my phone back. My boyfriend collected my phone for me (as I had a flight to Alabama during that time). He was greeted by the keeper of my iPhone - A short mid-20-something Asian girl.
Girl: So you’re the boyfriend
JB: Yeah
Girl: Can I ask you one question? Why didn’t you switch the number over this entire time?
JB: Because we hoped that someone nice would return it to us
Girl: But I don’t get it - Supposed someone were to make phone calls with it, and run up the bill.
JB: Well because we hoped that someone nice would have the phone and not do that.
End of story - Yes, I did get my phone back and I just think of the ‘reward’ as an expensive dinner I indulged in.
But believe me, karma and dharma do work - So when you find something, return it. Help someone who needs it. And above all, be positive.