I used to absolutely despise cell phone. Then it happened. My family and I went to a Notre Dame football game ( against UCONN, my alma mater). There were six of us, my wife, myself and 4 kids. my youngest Sam was 10. Throughout the game this creepy 65 y.o. man kept looking at my 2 boys. Then he took pictures of them on the sly. Getting kind of weird. As the game ended we started heading out amongst the masses when we noticed Sam was gone. Vanished. All of us are calling out, the police are now looking, panic is now setting in. This is how it begins I think, the tragedy of an abducted child. Minutes pass, up and down the isles we go shouting for sam. Then my cell goes off. "Dad...where are you guys" It's Sam and all is well. I have treasured the cell phone ever since.