Cherish your human connections, your relationships with friends and family. (Barbara Bush)
Jay’s cell phone rings. “Hi, Dakota!”
Our grandson has his own phone. He is calling to help this senior citizen. He called my phone first. Someone else answered. My buddy is taking care of me—he knew before I did that my smart phone had left its less-than-smart user.
I call from our land line, grateful that we still have one. The response? “The owner of this phone left it at Kroger’s.”
I laugh, and then don my mask again to make another trip out of our cave. Jay drives. I am pleased with his company.
Amazing how folk have become dependent upon a hand-held rectangular device. Unfortunately, the phone must have fallen from the side pocket of my purse. Some kind, honest person returned it to the desk.
I am grateful. My connection with the world found. Now, to find connection with me, that old lady I see in the mirror. That old lady who longs to play with trucks on the floor with her grandson.
Time now to call someone else who needs to hear a voice that doesn’t come from a TV set. A phone. An amazing invention when used for providing kindness.




