Nomophobia, what the heck is that?

My neighbor came over in a panic. He had lost his phone.

I lent him mine to figure out how to locate it. Didn’t work. So he drove to the last two places he had been. Finally I asked him if he had looked in his car. He ran out my door with my phone calling his phone and there it was, in the passenger side wedged between the seat and the door.

He was so relieved. “I have my whole life in here,” he said, raising his phone high in the air.

I knew the anxiety he felt. My phone was stolen when I participated in a trade fair. I should have secured it better, but the loss of all my numbers was a kick in the gut. At the time I was in Sri Lanka and had numbers for high ranking officials. Fortunately I never needed them.

My friend Mabel said when she thought she lost her phone, “I panicked. All