The loss of something

As life moves for­ward, we lose some things.

When I was a kid, my fam­ily had ency­clo­pe­dias. I used to enjoy sit­ting down and read­ing them. Or skim­ming them to find inter­est­ing arti­cles. Hours and hours of my child­hood were spent learn­ing that way.

Today, kids have Wikipedia and Google. Both offer huge advan­tages over ency­clo­pe­dias. But some things are lost. I won­der how many kids spend hours comb­ing Wikipedia for inter­est­ing articles.

I have a Kin­dle, and I love it. But it’s far from perfect.

Recently, I learned of a high school not far away that is “paper­less.” No books, except eBooks. Again, some good things come with that — but some things are lost.

You must speak their language

My Aunt Mary hadn’t heard from us in a while. She doesn’t do email. So I picked up a pen and applied it to paper. So she will receive a nice let­ter this week.

Take­away? Do some­thing that com­mu­ni­cates to peo­ple in a lan­guage they under­stand. They will be grate­ful. And it may well be a sat­is­fy­ing expe­ri­ence for you too!

(Besides, I like get­ting let­ters in the mail. So I was just pass­ing that joy along. My brother does do email, but we still exchange let­ters. There is some­thing about the hold-in-your-hands expe­ri­ence that can’t be beat.)