A Direct Connection with Reality
Today started out to be a normal, hectic, work day. The alarm clock went off at 5:30 I could smell the coffee waiting for me in the kitchen. The dog wanted to go out. I wanted to stay in bed. Not much was different from the day before or the week before. I put in my treadmill time, I listened to a book. I struggled over what to wear. It was, kind of all about me.
I went to work and dug into the list of projects that were waiting for me. Mid morning I picked up the phone like I do a million times a day and a young man asked me about a product that no longer exists. The connection was a little odd but in these times of cell phones and Skype, often the connection is not quite normal. He started to hang up and then said, "Mam, is there another product that would work for my dad?" I asked him where he was calling from, thinking I could speak directly to his father. He said he was deployed in Afghanistan. I asked if he was calling from there and he said yes. My heart stopped. I did not know what to say. I had no idea I would react the way I did. Afghanistan and the war have managed to stay on my television and not come through the phone through the voice of a young man making a Father’s Day purchase. What can you say to someone so far away struggling to get through every day, who thinks about finding a way to buy a gift for his low vision dad?
Usually when I write for this blog, the words just come. Now I am wishing I could find the words for silence.
We are going to try to find another little something extra to put in the Father’s Day package going to a special dad from a special son. We will find a little way just to say thank you.
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