The date of the event was November 18th, 2009. It was a balmy 82 degrees in Farjardo, Puerto Rico where I was on vacation. The bell struck midnight and my wife and I decided to enter the hot tub. I patted down the two front pockets of my suit and felt nothing. Getting into the hot tub, felt great. We basked in all the warm goodness the hot tub offered for at least 30 minutes, perhaps even 45.
A little before 1 am, we entered the hotel room. I knew my iPhone battery was low, so I searched her purse for my precious iPhone. Blind grabbing turned into a focus searching within the bag. Hysterics started to kick in as, one by one, I started to take everything out. Nothing. Searched the floor. Nothing. HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS BATMAN!! The hot tub!
I grab for the room card, threw on shoes and ran out of the room towards the scene of the crime. Upon arrival, the bubbles from the hot tub made the bottom of the tub opaque. I reached to the turn off the bubbles and slowly, a picture of the crime, started to develop. Face down, on the bottom of a 4 foot grave, lies my dear iPhone. I jump into the water as quickly as I could and picked up the phone and started to dry it off hastily with my shirt. Once dried, I had to check to see if still had a heartbeat. Pressed the power button. Dead. I walked back to the hotel room with my head pointed to the floor. Saddened. Devastated.
Once upon arriving back in the room, I shook the living crap out of the my baby. Water, blood if you will, spewed out from every pore, every hole it had. Under the screen you could see the distal water markings, evidence. Once no more water exited the body, I set the iPhone down on the counter of the bathroom and propped a hairdryer about 6-8 inches from it. Turned the hairdryer on HIGH speed, with the WARM setting, not wanting damage it from heat. I pointed the bottom of the phone at the powerful stream. I let it sit. 20 minutes later I pointed the top of the iPhone at the heat as to dry from the other entrance. 20 minutes later. I was tired. Didn't want to leave the hairdryer on overnight. For some reason, in my wifes purse there was 1 silica gel packet. Better than nothing. I took the hotel ice bag put my iPhone along with the silica packet in it. Squeezing out the air and wrapping it tight, I lay down to sleep. A tear hit my pillow.
The next morning. I apply my heat via hairdryer. Both sides. Probably about an hour. Went to one of the restaurants and asked for a ziplock of uncooked rice. They obliged. Wrapped a bag full of rice (enough to completely cover the phone), along with my 1 precious silica packet and gently buried my iPhone deep within those Asian pebbles. Let out all the air. Tied it up. And crossed my fingers.
November 21st, 2009. I got home late the night before. This was the day that I try to awake my prized possession from the dead. I knew my chances were slim. Reading stories on how 1 minute in water will kill an iPhone, I didn't have much faith that mine would live after almost an hour in a hot tub. Nevertheless, I proceeded.
Unwrapped the bag and removing the iPhone from within, my heart racing. Plugged the power cord into my macbook, just to give it as much juice as possible. Pressed the 'on' button. Now I wait. The screen is black, nothing happening. Tears welling up within my eyes. And then suddenly...the apple logo! Oh that mighty logo. Took a deep breath and watched the phone. It was fighting. It wasn't going to go down without a tussle. Time seemed to pass at a snails pace. 20 seconds. 30. 45. And then...my home screen. HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS BATMAN! No way! Am I dreaming? I pinched myself. It hurt immensely. I wasn't dreaming! I slide that bar to the right as quickly as I could. My contacts! My apps! Everything was in order! I made a phone call. Perfect. Played a song. Perfect. Everything was intact! A miracle.
The only thing out of place is that there seems to be water markings under the glass. Actually, it's kind of cool. It gives the phone a 3-D appearance actually. It's like if you took the world map and laid it beneath the glass. Doesn't really interfere with anything or make it difficult to use. Would I rather it not be there? Sure. But my word, what a beautiful sight to see!
I thought I would share my story with all of you and if this story helps only 1 person save their iPhone from imminent death, then I'm glad I took the time to write this.
Godspeed.
- Rack
A little before 1 am, we entered the hotel room. I knew my iPhone battery was low, so I searched her purse for my precious iPhone. Blind grabbing turned into a focus searching within the bag. Hysterics started to kick in as, one by one, I started to take everything out. Nothing. Searched the floor. Nothing. HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS BATMAN!! The hot tub!
I grab for the room card, threw on shoes and ran out of the room towards the scene of the crime. Upon arrival, the bubbles from the hot tub made the bottom of the tub opaque. I reached to the turn off the bubbles and slowly, a picture of the crime, started to develop. Face down, on the bottom of a 4 foot grave, lies my dear iPhone. I jump into the water as quickly as I could and picked up the phone and started to dry it off hastily with my shirt. Once dried, I had to check to see if still had a heartbeat. Pressed the power button. Dead. I walked back to the hotel room with my head pointed to the floor. Saddened. Devastated.
Once upon arriving back in the room, I shook the living crap out of the my baby. Water, blood if you will, spewed out from every pore, every hole it had. Under the screen you could see the distal water markings, evidence. Once no more water exited the body, I set the iPhone down on the counter of the bathroom and propped a hairdryer about 6-8 inches from it. Turned the hairdryer on HIGH speed, with the WARM setting, not wanting damage it from heat. I pointed the bottom of the phone at the powerful stream. I let it sit. 20 minutes later I pointed the top of the iPhone at the heat as to dry from the other entrance. 20 minutes later. I was tired. Didn't want to leave the hairdryer on overnight. For some reason, in my wifes purse there was 1 silica gel packet. Better than nothing. I took the hotel ice bag put my iPhone along with the silica packet in it. Squeezing out the air and wrapping it tight, I lay down to sleep. A tear hit my pillow.
The next morning. I apply my heat via hairdryer. Both sides. Probably about an hour. Went to one of the restaurants and asked for a ziplock of uncooked rice. They obliged. Wrapped a bag full of rice (enough to completely cover the phone), along with my 1 precious silica packet and gently buried my iPhone deep within those Asian pebbles. Let out all the air. Tied it up. And crossed my fingers.
November 21st, 2009. I got home late the night before. This was the day that I try to awake my prized possession from the dead. I knew my chances were slim. Reading stories on how 1 minute in water will kill an iPhone, I didn't have much faith that mine would live after almost an hour in a hot tub. Nevertheless, I proceeded.
Unwrapped the bag and removing the iPhone from within, my heart racing. Plugged the power cord into my macbook, just to give it as much juice as possible. Pressed the 'on' button. Now I wait. The screen is black, nothing happening. Tears welling up within my eyes. And then suddenly...the apple logo! Oh that mighty logo. Took a deep breath and watched the phone. It was fighting. It wasn't going to go down without a tussle. Time seemed to pass at a snails pace. 20 seconds. 30. 45. And then...my home screen. HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS BATMAN! No way! Am I dreaming? I pinched myself. It hurt immensely. I wasn't dreaming! I slide that bar to the right as quickly as I could. My contacts! My apps! Everything was in order! I made a phone call. Perfect. Played a song. Perfect. Everything was intact! A miracle.
The only thing out of place is that there seems to be water markings under the glass. Actually, it's kind of cool. It gives the phone a 3-D appearance actually. It's like if you took the world map and laid it beneath the glass. Doesn't really interfere with anything or make it difficult to use. Would I rather it not be there? Sure. But my word, what a beautiful sight to see!
I thought I would share my story with all of you and if this story helps only 1 person save their iPhone from imminent death, then I'm glad I took the time to write this.
Godspeed.
- Rack
