Admittedly, I tend to do a terrible job of keeping up with people on Facebook Messenger. I just logged onto it this morning and found messages dating back months. Ugh. As much as part of me feels terribly for not responding to those folks, the last thing I want to do is carve out time away from my family and dedicate it to the three or four places where I receive email. Why is it that the more "advanced" technology becomes, the more time it steals from us?
Remember the days when – if you needed to talk to someone – you picked up the phone and called them? We were all listed in the white pages and there was no veil of secrecy. Our screening mechanism was the answering machine, and that was that. If you didn't want to pick up, you didn't pick up. Period. These days are different. There's no escape from our jobs with 24/7 connectivity. But every now and again, when I do take the time to log back on, I'll find a nugget of something lovely. Blurbs like this one right here, written by a Facebook friend of mine named Cheryl.
What she says in her post is true. The news doesn't offer us anything positive anymore, and I'm not just saying that because I'm no longer delivering it. As news becomes less and less profitable and advertising revenues shrink, there's less time devoted to the stories I used to tell. Stories about people triumphing over tragedy. Of little people doing big things. Of neighbors helping neighbors. Of people reaching out to strangers in need. It seems those uplifting pieces that allowed us to go to bed each night with a smile on our faces are as outdated as the Dewey Decimal System.
So Cheryl? Thank you. Thank you for the reminder. Perhaps we'll find a way to get back to those simpler times we enjoyed as kids. Perhaps it's not too late to reign in this runaway train of technology that keeps us from meeting (or speaking) face to face. Perhaps I'll get better at checking my messages. Or, better yet, perhaps you'll find me the old way, listed in the white pages, because I am. Then you can call me, and we can do things properly. Voice to voice. Friend to friend.
Have a great day everyone. Peace.
(PS -- the thumbnail photo of all the boys was taken two weekends ago when we dropped Jack, Ryan, Bobby and Chris off at summer camp in Ohio, where Michael is a counselor. They're smiling because they hadn't seen Michael in six weeks. :)