I never imagined I would end up sharing something like this online. I’m 76 years old, a retired Navy machinist, and until recently, the most complicated thing I did on a computer was check the weather or look at photos my grandchildren posted. My granddaughter had to show me twice how to open a document and type without accidentally deleting half of it.
But two weeks ago, something happened that unsettled me in a way I still can’t quite explain. I’ve carried it around in my chest like a stone ever since. I suppose the only way to lighten that weight is to tell the story plainly.
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