I was moved this weekend by one very special event, just a short moment in time with a very strong impact.
There was a knock on our apartment door last evening (currently in an apt while our house is getting remodeled) and it was the elderly gentleman from upstairs. He is the classic sweet and thoughtful grandfatherly type, and he was having some trouble getting his bow tie unclipped. He looked like he felt bad about having to ask for help, and it was clear he had been trying for quite some time, even to the point of having his shirt half twisted around and a few straps pulled to the point where he couldn't reach them any longer.
The way he talks has a tremor and a strong rasp, you have to pay very close attention, and he was so very thankful and repeating his gratefulness numerous times. In being caught up helping him remove this penguin suit and ribbons, I didn't even recognize or think about why he would have been wearing it. He had to repeat a couple of times to me that he had just received his 4th Degree Knights of Columbus, and it wasn't in a tone meant to explain his attire, it was glowing, the pride was so strong through his weakened voice and situation that I believe that's all that was holding him together at that moment. Childlike, innocent but with such rich and pure pride, in a being obviously alone in and not long for this world.
The work I do every day, I try so hard to find meaning in moving these bits around, in developing "web 2.0" ideals, participation, attention, sharing, communicating. In just one simple perchance gesture with a stranger, I felt more moved and connected than all of these technologies I try to help advance.
I want this to mean something, I want to do more to let these networked bitmangling devices actually help us get to know each other, to value each other, as people, as individuals. It's important for me to keep true to this moment and return here, and remember what it's like to help and get to know a stranger in need.
There was a knock on our apartment door last evening (currently in an apt while our house is getting remodeled) and it was the elderly gentleman from upstairs. He is the classic sweet and thoughtful grandfatherly type, and he was having some trouble getting his bow tie unclipped. He looked like he felt bad about having to ask for help, and it was clear he had been trying for quite some time, even to the point of having his shirt half twisted around and a few straps pulled to the point where he couldn't reach them any longer.
The way he talks has a tremor and a strong rasp, you have to pay very close attention, and he was so very thankful and repeating his gratefulness numerous times. In being caught up helping him remove this penguin suit and ribbons, I didn't even recognize or think about why he would have been wearing it. He had to repeat a couple of times to me that he had just received his 4th Degree Knights of Columbus, and it wasn't in a tone meant to explain his attire, it was glowing, the pride was so strong through his weakened voice and situation that I believe that's all that was holding him together at that moment. Childlike, innocent but with such rich and pure pride, in a being obviously alone in and not long for this world.
The work I do every day, I try so hard to find meaning in moving these bits around, in developing "web 2.0" ideals, participation, attention, sharing, communicating. In just one simple perchance gesture with a stranger, I felt more moved and connected than all of these technologies I try to help advance.
I want this to mean something, I want to do more to let these networked bitmangling devices actually help us get to know each other, to value each other, as people, as individuals. It's important for me to keep true to this moment and return here, and remember what it's like to help and get to know a stranger in need.
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