The loss of My iPod

There is an old saying that says “you won’t miss it, until it’s gone.” For 21 years I never fully understood the impact of that saying until recently. You see, I lost something very near and dear to my heart; I lost my iPod.

The black 30 gigabyte video player was my everything. It wasn’t even a year old, and unexpectedly failed me; it stopped working and broke my heart.

Given to me as a gift the previous Christmas by my overrated parents, it was the second greatest gift they gave me (the first of course being life). The music player had such an impact on my life, it was like my best friend, not only did I walk with it, but also studied, slept and showered with it.

When it stopped giving me the vocals from Chris Cornell and Billie Joe Armstrong, it felt as if a part of me was gone with it. No more could I lie in bed wide-awake or have Bono tell me it was a ‘A Beautiful Day,’ I had to look at the world around me to discover this. The iPod was my identity! It to me has been the greatest invention of the 21st century, and will continue to remain as such until someone discovers a cure for cancer or a strategy to defeat Hillary Clinton. The item kept me sane; it kept me in touch with the latest musical trends. Not only did it do that, but it also kept me informed. When I walked to class in the morning I could hear ‘The Morning News’ or at the end of the day, having gone to a wide array of exciting classes, I could hear ‘The Evening News.’ Gone now is the chance to think “What I’ve Done” after I bombed a test or say hi to “Mr. Jack” after a tough week.

Now I know what a lot of you are thinking right now, ‘Wow David, you’re so courageous for telling us your story, you’re a hero to so many, I wish my kid could grow up to be just like you.’ Though I am flattered and honored by the thought that you would want your child to have a face, which is tolerant to look at and with below-average intelligence, I am in no way a hero.

There are countless other heroes out there, heroes like Stephen Colbert, or others who have had their cell phone fall in a pool, or have had their blackberry run over by a Saturn Ion. You out there are the courageous ones for continuing to fight after losing something so valuable and irreplaceable.

It has been, and will continue to remain a difficult few weeks without the magical music player by my side. I am at the mercy of those geeks who are diligently working and giving their full attention to my dilemma. Until that day arrives, in which my iPod is fixed and comes back into my arms, I am nothing more than a soulless entity wandering around.

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