cell phone charger abundance

by rebecca on April 19, 2011

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          Have you ever been given the gift of time? Has someone put an hour into your pocket? That’s exactly what happened to me when I was recently in Denver on a trip to both scout colleges and participate in a school competition.

          My cell phone battery was running low. So I dug into the pocket of my suitcase where I keep my charger. Wrong one. Wrong one?? Where did this thing come from? I’ve had this old out-of-date, un-cool phone since Apatosaurus was still named Brontosaurus.

          Somehow, in the mayhem of all the travel I’ve been doing lately I must have mixed up my charger with one of the kids’. Now I was without oomph. No gas to connect and I had a meeting in 2 hours. Meetings all day. Who knew I’d become so reliant on this little black phone?

          After a display of generosity from the team where all members showed their chargers and I tried every last one, I faced the music. I needed to head out to the Rite-Aid to buy a new cord. It wasn’t just the money I didn’t want to spend. It was the time. I wanted breakfast. I wanted a quiet session of yoga before a work day as personal coach. I give better on a full tank just like my phone.

          Now I had to hunt and peck in streets unfamiliar to find not just any cord, but the right cord.

          The thought alone drained my battery.

          As I headed out to beat the streets I stopped at the front desk of the Embassy Suites on Hampden in south east Denver. I mentioned my dilemma and asked for advice as to the closest shop to assist me.

          That’s when the overhead angels descended and the trilling choir began to sing. “Well, we have this basket of cords people have left in their rooms,” said one of the team of smiling faces from behind the desk, “Maybe one of them will work for you.”


          On the fifth try I was plugged in and charging.

          No hassles. No driving. No lost feeling roaming streets and store aisles cursing the high tech world for making every phone cord with a different coupling.

          Simply joy. And yoga. And breakfast.

          My clients heard the difference a fully charged battery makes all the day long.


          What altared spaces do you make out of things you’ve lost and found? Have you ever been rescued in a moment of circumstantial need? How does a kind and smiling voice charge your tired, drained battery?

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Margaret Reyes Dempsey April 19, 2011 at 8:37 am

What???? Brontosaurus has been renamed? Why? Who decided that? My world is caving in for the second time (the first time was when my handy dandy mnemonic device was reduced to “My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine” when Pluto was kicked out of the planet club. I think I need to lie down for a moment… 😉

I love when events turn out like this–when disaster is averted and breakfast and yoga can be enjoyed. It was pretty smart of the hotel to keep those cords and then actually remember that they had them on hand. And there’s NOTHING like a kind and smiling voice when it comes to charging a tired, drained battery.


rebecca April 19, 2011 at 9:16 am


You charge my battery.


rebecca April 19, 2011 at 9:18 am


I was disheartened about Pluto as well. I wanted to throw a party for Pluto because I was just sure feelings got hurt. I was one of those kids on the playground who got kicked out from time to time so…ya know.


Joyce Breckenridge April 19, 2011 at 3:05 pm

I am just rembling…we wish to complement your walking ethic…green rain coat & all! I am incredibly dismayed by people’s shallowness…few look deeply & most just give a cursory glance & label a person. WORDS & PEOPLE are all we have to work with…can’t we be more gentle with each other? Take time, value, enjoy & really get to know each other. So many are hurting, but do’t have anyone to just LISTEN to them…if they are allowed to talk long enough, they usually can answer their own problems! We are blessed on the Grand Mesa to live in the lap of God…let’s snuggle up to Him & listen to what He has to say & be grateful for our blessings…you, our friends & acquaintences! Love ya’all! 🙂


rebecca April 20, 2011 at 7:35 am


I tend to believe you that, given that gift of time and a listening ear, people do find their way to healing.

It’s amazing what charges each of us. For you it sounds like someone listening is helpful. For me, a silent walk (even in the rain) puts me back together.


SuziCate April 22, 2011 at 9:51 am

I love the way people come to the rescue and things turn out. I can be at my wits end emotionally and physically and some random act by someone simply restores my soul.


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