Brother,can you spare a dime?

Time for a font change. There, thats better. Anyways, Its Sunday evening, and I should be eating dinner soon. Until then, I figured I can write a quick entry. I might as well explain the title for this particular entry; a few days ago, I got a text message which said "Hey,do u know ne one who can sell me a dime?". Totally oblivious, I didn't respond and go about my day, thinking "dime?that doesn't make any sense.". Later on though, at the dinner table, I ask my dad if he,in fact, knew what a dime was, to which his reply was "Melissa, thats drugs!,why?" So, I told him about the message and now,you can say that I am fully aware of what a dime is.


It's fascinating how that we can simply dial a number, press send, and come in contact with someone. Anyone. Most of the time, we are connected with the person that we want to. We talk with those people, chat a while, say goodbye and be on our way. Other times though, we are connected with someone that isn't intended, as was the case with the text message, or the numerous wrong numbers that everyone occasionally gets on their house phone. It makes you wonder, about the person who sent the message, what was going on at the time, and so forth. In a way, a message can give us act as a small window and give us a tiny glimpse into a person's life, a person's world. It kind of gives off an aura that we are all connected somehow in this complex world, even if just for a moment to reflect on a message intercepted.
Until Next Time
Melissa