Last week, the unthinkable happened: my iPhone died. After almost two years of phone calls, rapid texting and wireless hotspotting, my trusty companion died in the parking lot of a local community college and I was heartbroken. I spent a day trying to update the software to the latest version (I was only one update behind and worried that was what killed it), factory resetting and listening to everything an Apple forum told me, but after 24 hours of troubleshooting, I gave up and went to Verizon. It was a sad sight, the dead phone lying on the counter as I called my parents with a cell phone tethered to the wall and gave them the bad news. In the days following, I learned a lot about how much I used my phone and did some things that I normally wouldn't do.