Alright, I take it all back. I’ve posted a blog about how I’m not a big fan of PDAs and I’ve posted a blog that expressed some skepticism about the i-Phone.I’m scrambling now to eat my words. The reason? Yesterday morning, while out running, I happened on a bicyclist who had just crashed into a fence. He was crumpled on the ground, with his hands over his face, and groaning about the pain in his neck and back. Not good.
I yelled to a man in a nearby parking lot to call 911, and then bent down to calm the bicyclist and keep him still. He asked me to call his wife, but I had no phone. In response, my organized, agonizing victim wheezed, “There’s a PDA in my back pocket.” Bitten back by technology! Never have I been so happy to see one of those new-fangled devices, even with the insanely small buttons and the over-abundance of incomprehensible symbols.
I managed to dial his home phone number and reach his wife; she arrived just as the paramedics were strapping him to a gurney. In a follow-up call this morning I learned the man had indeed fractured his neck in two places. So I hereby pledge to stop dissing PDAs–and to carry my cell phone whenever I’m out running or biking. I urge you all to do the same. It could help someone help you out in an emergency.