Everybody else has talked about the amazing touchscreen, or ground-breaking telephony, or even the flexibility of the internet with you at all times. But, there were practical reasons beyond just tech fetishism to get an iPhone in the early days, though.
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Before I started at AppleInsider, and a few online venues before here, I kept track of what was going on with Apple fairly devoutly. Between support work and other gigs, it was beneficial, and frankly, fun.
I'd seen Steve Jobs introduce the iPhone. I thought it was amazing, but there were other things on my mind, and other things to spend money on as I had just moved, and there was a baby on the way. Speaking of that baby — the OB interrupted an appointment that summer to talk about the iPhone, and my wife wasn't pleased about it.
Fast forward to early 2008, and my three-month old and I had settled into a pretty decent working routine. It was a particularly crabby day, and I'd already done the "dumb guy" stuff and checked fever, diapers, and appetite. To that point, just a cranky kid.
During the process of comforting her, and watching Prince perform on "Muppets Tonight" on an iMac G4, she started making a strange jerking motion, and then did it again, and again, and again. I did what any sensible person would do at that point — I panicked.
I called our pediatrician, whose staff said she'd call us back. I then called my wife who had recently returned to work, and my sister-in-law who both sported Nokia phones — you know the one — and got voicemail.
Even with strong signal strength in her work's break room, my wife didn't get the message for an hour until she got back to her desk and got her work voicemail. My sister-in-law got it an hour and a half later for much the same reason.
The text messages? They didn't come in until my wife was on her way home.
Shortening the next 72 hours to the relevant bits, we got a diagnosis of a rare pediatric epileptic condition. It was going to be a rocky road.
After we got out of the hospital two days after the diagnosis with our three month old on a prescription for a brutally powerful corticosteroid with a potential side effect of death, we figured out that the old ways we summoned each other as quickly as possible weren't going to work anymore. So, we got phones with a bigger screen, and ways to customize who's calling and what alert tone gets sounded — we got iPhones.
As it turned out, that one hour delay, that one day, didn't make much of a difference. But, it did later — and rapid message delivery and response has saved our bacon a few times since. They were far more reliable than any cell phone we had up to that point.
Like Steve promised, the iPhone became several lives in our pocket. We kept notes to refer to from specialist to specialist, we'd document seizure type and frequency, and so much more. The App Store opened shortly after we got our phones, and they got so much better.
For us, those original phones are long gone. We sold them two years later to subsidize the next ones we got. I still have one of those replacements, and it wants to remind me of appointments long past — and the hope that we had for recovery that didn't quite work out.
Since then, we've used them for entertainment for ourselves while in any one of a number of interminable hospital stays, to store nearly an entire medical history, a research tool to figure out if any given therapy would help, and yes, as a dependable lifeline to get help in a time-critical crisis.
And, now, writing about it pays the bills.