I’m not the most social person in the world, but the social media provided a couple of interesting turns in the last few days.
I just “met” someone new through the blog, only because this fellow blogger stumbled on mine by mistake. If you take a moment to read this person’s post, you’ll see why it was a bright spot in what was a very busy weekend. And perhaps we earned a new viewer along the way, which was the original intent of this not-so-literary effort three years ago.
And last week, Facebook ate my phone. Somehow, I pressed the wrong button, and all 938 “friends” ended up on my phone list. I love you all (really, mean it), but chances are we won’t be chatting anytime soon. On a visit to the Verizon store, I was explaining the problem, when I again pressed the wrong button, and I found myself talking to Alex, a producer I last worked with in 1994.
I explained to him what happened, and later dropped him a note on Facebook apologizing for the disruption. Alex wrote back, and filled me in on his life, which, after escaping television news, turned into an existence of beauty, wonder, and a significant contribution to humankind.
Maybe I will call each and every Facebook “friend.”