I’ve Got Mail

I love email. It keeps me in touch with so many good friends.

These past few weeks I have received messages from Leo Morris, Richard Maxwell, Valerie Jordan, Barrister Jerry Mark, Shawn Deniken, Jack Bradford, Mickey James, Diana Cayhon, Deven Manning, Devin Stoutenborough, Emmalene Priestley, Danh Lablanc, Sonia Chomsky, Melissa Gannon, Sgt. Musthafa Kemal, Gillian and Adrian Bayford, Whitney Earnhart, Madeline Morgan, Deana Struber, William Norman, Becky Boggioni, Marilyn Dewberry and Susan Gilbert.

Whew!

These people are so good to me. They have written me with all sorts of offers of help (according to their subject lines), from financial, to dietary to romantic. Some of them have offered me money but not needing any, I have politely declined. Some offered advice in the bedroom but as we are not decorating at the moment, I again passed on the offers.

And I even got a couple of wedding invitations. How nice. A few months ago, I opened one of these wedding invitation messages and my computer was immediately infected with the nastiest of viruses. I didn’t write back to the person who invited me as I knew they would be horrified to learn of what had happened.

But, despite all my new Internet friends, I didn’t open even one of these new messages referred to above, other than the wedding invite. Obviously, I do not deserve the attention of these great correspondents listed here, some of whom wrote me more than once.

I have had the same email address for 20 years. That is something to be proud of, I guess, and happy for as so many people around the world have discovered what my address is and have reached out to me.

I am a truly blessed – if highly ungrateful – man.

And still, they all want to help me. How is it that so many people have learned what a mess my life is and have reached inside their souls to offer a few fixes?

Amazing.

I love you Internet.

©2013 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.