I wrote this two years ago, during the Aseret Yemei Teshuva while I was in seminary. Not much has changed… besides for my phone, which is why I’m publishing this now. Mom, the phone survived for two more years.
It fell in slow motion. One of those moments where I knew it would happen, but just kind of assumed it wouldn’t. My phone bounced off the rim, glided through the air, and fell in the toilet.
A gasp slid down my throat to the pit of my stomach.
It bobbed there for a second before I jabbed my hand in and grabbed it out. Automatically, I cleansed the phone, patted it down, and cushioned it in a bed of therapeutic rice. Once I took a breath and acknowledged my phone was on its way to recovery, I sat down at my kitchen table and played back what had just happened.
I grabbed that phone in a split second.
Don’t think I would’ve reacted that quickly for human life. Hehe.
But wait. Epiphany #1. Would I?
I chuckle, hope the water will seep out, and pray my nervousness won’t seep through.