Feel Lucky Not Lonely Not Alone
It is 9.15 morning. I am done with my breakfast, sitting in my room. My computer is switched on, in front of me, to browse Facebook messages, to connect with my family and friends. Window blinds are drawn up, to connect with the world outside. I feel lucky, not alone, not lonely. My daughter, the middle one, called from Grimsby. She was going home, done with her work, was picking her son from school. Day is nearly done at her place. She lives in different time zone. England is five hours ahead of the time in Toronto. I got message from my childhood grade five friend. She lives in Perth, Australia, at other side of the world. She writes to me every day. Nothing special. We share day to day routine matters, to keep our connection alive. Nowadays, she is not in a good shape. Not having good night sleep. Facing the problems of our age. Sharing is communicating with the person, you trust. It doesn't solve the problem but lowers down the intensity level, the gravity of the ...