Everything Else is Falling Apart

While hanging out with G and Bert, the airport called to say that they were dropping off my luggage. Bert headed down to meet them and bring it back. And as I saw him come back up th path, he carried my suitcase on his head, which I thought was odd, but figured it was maybe a Filipino thing.
Now my suitcase has been through a lot-a summer in Cali, Egypt, Russia, and moving in and out of dorms and apartments and back home over a dozen times. It wasn't in great shape, but it was still very functional. WAS functional. As Bert came back I went out to meet him to take it back to my bungalow when he set it down in front of me, "Is broken."
I looked down and saw that the top handle, where you pull the handle out so you can pull it as it rolls, had come completely out. There was the handle, and it was no longer attached to any fabric surrounding it. I tried to pull it, and the entiree handle came out, including the bars that went back the entire length of the luggage. I just pulled the thing clean out and stared at it as Bert started laughing. It was pretty incredible. I don't even know how the Greek airport managed to accomplish it. It's pretty incredible. I dragged it inside and started taking pictures for insurance purposes. I figured maybe some duct tape or something, it could at least make it home. If someone's knows how I can put pics on here, I will.
I told Mrs. Crazy about it later that night and she called the airport to talk to them. She also told me, that recently they had gone to Egypt, and the airport had completely lost their luggage never to be seen again, and they were still waiting for their monetary reimbursement.
I didn't have high hopes, but they came and took my suitcase, and the next day came back with a brand new one that was even bigger and a lot nicer. Apparently, Mrs. Crazy told them I was here to visit and would be leaving the next day.
So, I got a really nice brand-new suitcase. I have to think that's one of the good things that came out of this.