The Resurrection Of Easter 2012 We often forget the meaning of Easter as we gorge on eggs whose meaning is ironically also made redundant through our lack of Christianity. But this Easter I have a story to share which reflects the founding story to which we owe certain bank holidays... I saw him dying on Friday, I didn't know how much longer he would last but in light of the circumstance he was now seemingly surplus to requirement. I finished him, drove in the final nail. Saturday brought much burden. I checked, he was dead, no #life except for a glimpse of red. I began to regret my lack of attention to his survival. How would we continue without him? Most notably, how would we check if we had a meeting on Tuesday? Not to worry though. I plugged him in on Sunday and after an hour of charging the clock came up on the screen and he was alive again; a joyful resurrection. Thank God...I didn't need to get Vodafone to send me a replacement battery.