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Greatest Invention

A friend of mine and I took a look at a book this evening, Memory Journal, and read some of the prompts. Since my speech makes meaningful conversation a challenge, I assured her that I would write about them in my blog. Here ya go, Asma:

What was the greatest invention to come about in your lifetime?

Off the cuff, I answered, the computer. I mean, look at all that became possible when the personal computer came on the scene. I used an IBM Selectric to type envelopes for one of my first paying gigs for a local real estate broker in the late 70's.  I would've done a much more professional job had I been able to make corrections prior to printing. There isn't an industry that has not been affected by computers.

You mentioned the iPhone, then I kind of had to agree, especially if we're talking about any multi-functional cellphone device with any computer capablilities. And then, I looked at the device that actually bridges the communication gap that makes it possible for you and I to speak. Patient to caregiver, older to younger, Christian to Muslim, non-speaker to speaker, person to person. My eye gaze enabled Tobii Alternative and Augmentative Speech Device!

What else can top allowing me to not be locked up in my own body, a prisoner. Not able to ask you to scratch the itch on top of my head or to let you know about the spider who's taken up residence under my food table, or to tell you "Thank you for all that you do you for me and all that you are to me. I can never repay all the kindness and happiness you rain down on me. A thousand times...Thank you!"

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