I watched my daughter play her new game today (Christmas present). She was talking to the TV, providing the personification that only a 12 year old can administer to a television set, threatening to never play with it again if it didn’t let her win. Yeah, I thought, no more noisy TV games.
I visited a neighbor last night. She is 92 and bedridden. She has her TV at the foot of her bed, books along the side of her bed, videos and DVD’s for watching. Her mind is sharp but her body is frail, even at 92 and bedridden yet she still has a sense of purpose. I attribute that to the stories she could tell. She told me one very short story. As she spoke I could see in her eyes how valuable the memory was and the retelling of the story meant just as much to her as the actual experience. It was in the retelling that the event regained life.