10-1-2013
For as poor as
Liberia is, it has up-to-date cell phone service and slow, but readily
available internet service. What this means is that even though I am thousands
of miles away, I am instantly accessible.
It makes it
nice to be on my cell phone and clearly talk to Mary about her new car, or my
daughter, Kim, as she learns about the businesses I left her to manage, my
grandson, Sam, whom I surprise in State College, PA, or my son, Nicholas, as he
drives to a football game in Iowa City. Text messaging each other with little
tidbits helps to make us feel even closer.
Sometimes I
have to ask myself, “Am I really in a tropical African country or just across
the street?” It doesn’t take me long to come to my senses. It is hot and humid
here. This is not Minnesota.
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