My family arrived from America yesterday, just in time to stand with me during the siren in memory of Israel's fallen soldiers. They walked into the house, gave me a hug and all was regular.
There wasn't screaming and jumping as was once the norm.
Well, I had just seen them the day before. We got together on Skype. We chat almost every day for a few moments or a lengthy talk.
I see their new eye glasses. They see my messy office. We are together. Sitting together, sharing together. They're on one side of the looking glass, I mean, the screen. And I'm on the other.
So, when they walked into my kitchen last night, they were just walking from one side of the screen to the other.
I do not get a fee or percentage for people who sign up to Skype. :) But I have become a big fan of this program that keeps me connected to my loved ones in a very real, up close way.
It's more than email, more than a phone call. It's almost "Beam me up, Scotty." Maybe one day it will be.
Meanwhile, it's "the closest thing to being there." Thanks, Mr. Skype.
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