Today’s adventure was all about intervenors!

Let’s keep it simple, meaning less than 2,500 words!

En route to a workshop in downtown Vancouver. Yet, I simply could not attend without a coffee & a donut!

At the Tim Hortons; I use, as usual, my iPhone as a communication tool.

I got the drink and donut, rolled over to a different counter to put the donut in my shoulder bag, hastily stuffed my iPhone into a jacket pocket, then grabbed the extra large and zoomed. I arrived just a few minutes before we started learning about Scams & Frauds!

Yet, my gut was a-jitter; something was not right…

I checked my pocket, no iPhone, I check the shoulder bag, no iPhone!

Panic was raising its ugly head!

I opened my iPad, the Find My app indicated my phone was somewhere in Chinatown! Not with me!

Ugly Head Panic became Full Blown Panic!

I recalled, almost instantly, what happened the last time my phone decided to take an unsupervised, unapproved leave from my being… I had a few options:
First, I activated Lost Device on iPad, which terminated almost everything.

Then, I needed someone to call my phone, and so enter Intervenor!

She called my phone, no answer, yet, the location indicated an exact location, 522 Some Street, on the fringes of Chinatown… oh my!

(The location, for this blog, is factionalized.)

We walk & roll over to Some St., it’s a 20 minute trip.

Three houses are in this area; all old, cringe-worthy, yards are overgrown with weeds, pathway to houses are treacherous!

Throwing caution in the wind, the intervenor, Shannon, offers to knock on each door.

Wow! Brave intervenor! This is Chinatown, and those could be drug dens!

No phone at any house, then, I realize the Find My app is showing a precise location in the alley… so we go into that alley.

And, here is where my new Apple Watch is buzzing and popping up messages.

Shannon calls my phone, previously no answer, but now, finally, someone answers!

“Oh sure, I will bring out the phone!” announces the finder!

A minute later, I am reacquainted with my iPhone!

“I saw it on the sidewalk,” says the fella, “I was going to bring it to a police station, but…”

I thanked him profusely, alerted my wife, and returned to the workshop!

Moral of this adventure: there are still decent people, even on the fringes of Chinatown, who are unfairly judged by their location… gosh, now I feel contrite because I didn’t slip him a twenty!

Second Moral: Yes, Intervenors can do that!

Thank you all for reading!