So last night my precious iPhone had a car accident. I must have dropped it out of my purse. Hubby must have driven over it. Luckily a nice lady found my phone on the drive way called Jake and put it in the mail box for us. LCD screen has been broken and the back case has a small crack. With the screen black it doesn't look like anything is wrong. Then you press the button and can see the sadness that displays. It is still usable until I decide to drop the $200 to replace it. I am just so broken hearted about the whole thing though. I feel like it is my fault although I know it was an accident. This is the one personal thing aside from my daughter, husband, and dog that I would grab out of a burning fire if I had the chance. Sad I know that I feel such a connection to it, but happy that at least it is still usable for a little while longer while I reflect upon the situation.