My phone was run over by a car

My phone was run over by a car. 

How, you might ask? 

I’m not quite sure. It’s surprisingly on-brand for me, though. I may be a college-educated, adult woman, but I can be remarkably dumb. 

I didn’t find out until 24 hours after my phone was run over what happened. I, apparently, had been walking down Church Street here in Chapel Hill when I unknowingly dropped my phone in the street. I continued walking without realizing until hours later that I had lost my phone. 

The next day, my friend Ashley informed me that she had seen a car drive over my phone and picked it up. It miraculously was still working, so she used Siri to message my friend that she had found it, and, long story short, the phone was returned to me with a completely shattered screen. 

I really thought I was lucky. My phone had been through it all - dropped in the street, run over by a car, exposed to the elements for hours and hours - yet it was still functioning. I was spared a few hundred dollars in repairs. 

Fast forward to one morning about a week later. I rolled over immediately after waking up to check my notifications (please, for the sake of the story, spare me your chiding and castigation - I am aware that it is frowned upon by the wellness community to check one’s phone immediately after waking up in the morning). Only this morning, my phone would not turn on. It was stuck on the black screen with the little Apple logo, and it stayed on that screen for the next few hours. 

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