My Motorola Droid Global cell phone had a meltdown. It is five years old. Back in the day it was the best that money could buy. And I thought it would last forever. Unfortunately though, it started to randomly make calls from my contact list without me lifting a finger. It seemed possessed going up and down through the list. Calling and hanging up before anybody answered. Then it went through my apps like a madman searching, searching, so the page kept scrolling without me doing a thing. It got so bad I couldn't even use the darn phone. It had a mind of it's own and didn't want to cooperate. I tried powering it down. That didn't work. Then I tried taking the battery out and putting it back in. That worked for a few minutes, then it went back to craziness. I took it to the Verizon store figuring they'd have a solution. They did. They wanted me to upgrade to a newer phone. A Samsung Galaxy 4. I resisted this because a) I didn't want to give up my qwerty keyboard and b) I knew it was going to cost me money. First they told me those kind of keyboards were obsolete and I needed to get with the program. But then they said, there was good news. Because we had taken insurance out on the old Motorola phone and it malfunctioned... it would be upgraded to the Samsung Galaxy 4, free of charge. That's right, FREE. And it had so many new features it wasn't funny. Plus it was 4G. So I reluctantly accepted the deal. Though I worried about my ability to understand the newer technology. I am happy to report, two weeks later, I'm no longer scared of what I don't know and am instead thrilled by what I do. I love my new Galaxy 4 and feel in step with the millennial crowd. But according to my daughter I shouldn't. She says my phone is no big deal because she has a newer version, The Samsung Galaxy 5. And supposedly mine is nothing compared to that. Gosh makes me long for the days when I had a landline and a phone was just a phone. No bragging rights, required.