I have only experienced the rush of emotions that comes from dropping a smartphone once. (My phones prior to the iPhone were never fancy enough to warrant this type of reaction.)
One day, I was biking to work at about 10-15 mph. The pants I was wearing had shallow pockets, and amidst the vigorous pedaling, the phone slipped out, bounced on the asphalt, and came to a skidding stop.
In that instant I “knew” it was completely shattered. Amazingly, when I picked up the phone, there was not a single scratch anywhere, not even on the glass display.
Perhaps, this is the first miracle on the path to sainthood for Steve Jobs?
