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To The Person Who Stole My Phone...

To the person who stole my phone: That little girl on the screensaver is my daughter, she’s two and a half. I work from home, a majority from my phone so I can raise her myself and not send her to daycare. I wake up early and work before she wakes up, I work during her naps and after she goes to sleep at night. I don’t have a college education. I don’t have a fancy car and I have the cheapest line of cell phone service from Walmart. 

When you took my phone I lost photos of my daughter and important notes. I lost client information, phone numbers and photo content. What you gave me? Optimism. It could have been worse. You could have stolen my laptop, which has missing keys from my daughter picking them off. You could have stolen my car, which would prevent me from driving to the post office and UPS nearly every day for one of my clients. 

Believe me, I know life can be hard and frankly I am sorry that yours has gotten to the point where you have to steal someone's phone. And my guess? This wasn’t the first time. You knew what you were doing. Within seconds of taking my phone you turned it off so I could not find it on “find my iPhone” 10 minutes later. It’s still off. You probably took the SIM card out and put it in another phone and are currently using my service that I just paid for a week and a half ago.. For the entire month. Odds are you’ll be able to use it for the next 2 and a half weeks. 

At the end of the day, life is what you make it and it’s about perspective. It is up to you to make a positive impact for yourself and to the world around you. It’s not always easy but it’s worth it. I cried when I realized my phone was stolen because I don’t really have the money to pay for a new one. I could still be crying but there’s no point now because it could be worse. I still have a roof under my head, a car to drive and my precious baby who means more to me than anything. I’m not going to let my phone stop me from pushing forward and working my *bum* off everyday to make an income while being a present mommy for my daughter.  

So thank you for stealing my phone. Thank you for showing me that my life is okay and it’s not the end of the world if I lose that little piece of technology. Because of you I have an even greater thankfulness for everything I have worked for. I am good enough. My life is good enough and I will be okay. 
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