“Well, if you need me, I’m just at the other end of the internet.”
With these words, a new colleague heads back to England in accordance with his original schedule, but before our project is done.
With these words, he leaves me laughing. Does the internet have an end? And how did he come to situate himself there?
With these words, he leaves me reassured, confident that he will respond if we need him again.
With these words, he leaves me nostalgic, remembering that real-time person-to-person communication has existed locally only since the advent of the telephone, and beyond that only with the advent of cheap long distance, well within my adulthood.
With these words, he leaves me thoughtful, reminding me of the even more-recent wonder that I too often take for granted, and yet that I can’t imagine working or living without.
With these words, he leaves me thankful, considering the internet, and all the people in my life, personally and professionally, who are at its other end.
Sharing is good . . .