I have experienced the first practical benefit of Facebook. I was determined to get off this couch and see if I could drive, so I staggered to the car, drove around the corner to our local health food store, parked, staggered in, and realized that I had been overly ambitious. The aisles stretched in front of me, long and filled with people. It was at this juncture, one of despair, that my friend Kate who co-owns the store, swooped in. “How are you? How is that hamstring?” Somehow, she already knew. How? Facebook.
Kate ran around and got me my things, but the best part was that she told me her injury stories, of which she has plenty, as she is a fellow aging athlete. I listened with fascination. In fact, I am now fascinated by all such stories, as long as they have happy endings: the storyteller was injured, but now is all better. All better. It’s kind of like being lost and then being found.