I won’t
claim that technology saved me, but it has come
a long way.
I have grown well beyond salvation. In fact, I
am old, old
in a way that I can no longer run, skip or jump.
There are
plenty of young folks out there more than wil-
ling to take
my place in life’s grueling marathon race. Now,
I am
relegated to hobbling my way toward the finish line.
I’m not
complaining, mind you, but technology, like a new
pair of
Nikes, has given me a somewhat emotional fleet-
footed and cushioned
assist.
I can log
onto Facebook, tweet my likes and dislikes, even
extol the
Googlized delicacies of my delights on line, and
all from the
comfort of my recliner at home.
I can rest
my aching body, and in virtual reality travel the
world, even
make new friends with the light-speed power
of the
Internet without so much as getting up off my ass.
Why, I am
reminded of those misfortunate individuals com-
mitted to
nursing homes who don’t even have fractionally
the freedom of
movement as that.
Chris
Hanch 8-9-15
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