The Stranger…

I received the following as an email, which was too good not to share. While it’s different from my normal posts, I think many of you may relate. As always, I love hearing from you!

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… He was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave). Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home — not from us, our friends or any visitors. After our long time visitor stayed longer he became more daring; however, and even got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing…

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… and NEVER asked to leave. More than 50 years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parent’s den today, you would still find him sitting in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name…

We just call him ‘TV.’

He has a wife now….we call her ‘Computer.’

Their first child is ‘Cell Phone’.

Second child, ‘iPod’.

~Author Unknown

“I wish there was a knob on the TV so you could turn up the intelligence. They got one marked ‘brightness’ but it don’t work, does it?” ~Leo Anthony Gallagher

“All television is educational television. The question is: what is it teaching?” ~Nicholas Johnson

©My Unplanned Life and www.shakinguplife.wordpress.com. 2012.

 

 

 

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About mswd

I am an individual living with a spinal cord injury. How the injury occurred, how I found out how severe my injury was and how my planned life suddenly became 'unplanned' is included in this blog. Also included is how the injury has tested my family and me. I believe you will discover it has been both a mentally and physically challenging ordeal and I learned a few lessons along the way. While I am still defining my life’s purpose since the injury, I have uncovered those who are injured, live with pain or have other obstacles to navigate are never able to escape. However, come with me as I explore ways to improve my life, learn to live with multiple neurological conditions, educate others and look for the silver lining. I believe with a little willpower, my caring family and God's guidance I will learn to forgive, hopefully forget how I was treated and dismissed by a doctor and uncover life's new purpose. I pray for painfree days and answers to questions that keep swirling through my mind. I also pray for a cure for neurological conditions and for the doctors to treat their patients with respect. Welcome to my journey. I would love to hear about yours!
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5 Responses to The Stranger…

  1. Chatter Master says:

    That got me good! Point taken (as I sit here on my computer).

  2. IzaakMak says:

    What a great post. I love the Leo Anthony Gallagher quote. I know I spend way too much time on my computer and/or watching TV, but at least there’s none left for a cell phone and iPod! 😀

    • mswd says:

      Thank you for your message! I heard the quote from Leo Anthony Gallagher many years ago and was waiting for the perfect time to use it and this post was that time! I am guilty of too much laptop for sure. Hate the televison and cell phone, but I am a sucker for my computer and listening to music — but definitely not with earbuds. I am ‘old school girl’ and still like cd’s. I have an ipod, but it’s never charged since I can’t figure out how to turn it off — sure wish Steve Jobs would have liked an on/off button. 🙂 Thanks again for your kind words…heading over to your blog now!

  3. neurovantage says:

    There’s a bit of irony here…. posting a blog about this.

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