My friends exited the station and waited for me at the bus stop along the busy Bukit Timah Road from 4.50pm. I arrived at the station at 5.10 pm and waited for them in my car at the taxi stand which is located at the Cluny Park Road, just a couple of hundred metres off busy Bukit Timah Road. (Please see my map.) And so they waited and I too waited! Meanwhile we were wondering and getting anxious as to what could have gone wrong. Do we need to prove and argue who is right?
They waited for me for over one hour and I waited for them for about one hour. How come! Just before I left my home, I realised that my iPhone (the 5s no less) had “hung” on me. So I posted a message at Facebook, log-off and proceeded to the “agreed” pick-up point.
Meanwhile they tried all means to reach me. I have not their mobile numbers (they are all in my “dead” phone. So I could not reach them even if I could just borrow another phone. Finally I decided to go home, just about 10 minutes away, and checked my Facebook! And my son Lawrence, who is in London, called the home phone just as I was logging onto Facebook. He told me Grace messaged him on Facebook and gave me her number. Immediately I called her from my house phone. I could certainly hear the relief from her voice. My friends had searched for me, practically around the world! Bravo Grace, Kelly and Max. We have become overly dependent on mobile devices.
Despite a late night watching the World Cup match between Switzerland and The Netherlands, I woke up early this morning. Hmm, my mind went back to the fun evening before. For some, the boo boo could have resulted in anger and possibly an even worse outcome. I was half a mind to share the story in a blog post – the protagonist being my “hung” iPhone (which I took a photo in case I cannot “prove” to my young friends). We don’t have to win arguments anyway. Good friends believe in you and they care and understand.
My procrastination to do a post was erased after I read Patric’s post on his Facebook Timeline. He wrote “There’s really no point of getting angry when someone did a mistake. I mean, when you get angry, that person gets upset. Then both become more upset. So next time you feel angry, hold on to it for 10 seconds (or so) before you speak.”
All’s well that ends well. Now did Shakespeare said that? Never mind that our dinner became 7.00 pm instead of at 5.30pm. Yet we really had a good time. The moral of the story is – to have friends who care, overlook mistakes, work hard when need to and find time to celebrate and have fun – so that “Life Can Be Like This.”
Be cheerful and strive to be happy.