Wrangler Dani

I remember when I got my first cell phone – I was 18 years old, a college freshman, and wandering around Dallas at Thanksgiving with Megan. She kindly dropped me off at a Sprint store and let me muddle through the process of buying a gargantuan brick of a cell phone, with no text messages, extremely limited minutes, and free calling on nights and weekends. Ha! Remember those plans? I called everybody I knew after 9 p.m.

Now I can do everything but cure cancer from my sleek little smart phone, and it’s incredible. I often think about how I drove to Texas from Oregon without a cell phone (can you imagine? No GPS, texts or phone calls from the car!) that first year, and I’m so grateful for it now. Now if I leave the house without it I feel vulnerable, although I suppose I survived fine without it back then.

I’m thankful for cell phones: for checking work emails while at Target, for using the GPS when I feel a little lost, for calling faraway friends or texting quick questions. Yay technology!