Through my Eyes

I lost my phone on a taxi and got it back all within five hours. I was sitting in a Primary Care-Givers meeting when I decided that I needed something from my bag. I looked around trying to find my phone and to my utter horror, I couldn't find it. That feeling is the absolute worst. When you realize that the object you are looking for actually is gone and you can't get it back. I started to panic. Thankfully I was with one of the ladies from the service centre Margret* and so she took me outside to help me think things through. She tried to get me to remember where I had last had it, so that she could possibly try and call the taxi driver. After about twenty minutes, I remembered taking a picture of a broken door in one of the taxis. That must have been where I left it. So Margret* called around and finally got ahold of the taxi driver. He said that he hadn't seen it but would continue to look. Margret* was calm throughout the whole ordeal saying that if she has pain in her