NORMAN — Before I unleash the next couple of sentences, I want to warn some of you to be prepared for some harsh words. OK. Here we go. I don’t enjoy receiving or sending text messages. There, I said it. I love the cell phone and think it’s the best thing ever invented. Honestly, I don’t know how we ever lived our lives without it. I just don’t appreciate a text message.
Sometimes when I tell people that their reaction is similar to if I’d just insulted their mother. I’m old-fashioned, I know, but I’d rather hear your voice than read your words on a small screen.
In the few instances that I do break down and text, I usually end up spelling something wrong. I don’t know if any of you have noticed this, but sometimes the simplest of words can be changed to words that I can’t print here. My fingers type faster than my mind thinks sometimes, and, without fail, those words usually go to people that I wished hadn’t seen such language.
I have received a few texts in my lifetime that hold special meaning to me. One is from my niece. It was such a sweet note that I saved it. After I wiped away some tears, of course. Another text I had was from my husband. I know that most of you ladies get nice texts during the day from your husbands saying how much they love you. Or that they are making you a gourmet dinner that night. I get those, too. And those are the only times that I can really appreciate the value of a text message. But the text I received from my husband Friday morning was my favorite. It was simple, but packed a powerful punch. “I left my wallet at home. Can you bring it to me?” Even now, I still get chills.