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Topic: COMPUTER (05/19/16)
- TITLE: My Friend
By Cindy Duncan
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I have a friend, and he is amazing. My friend is almost always with me in one form or another. I depend on him so much that it makes me wonder how I ever got along without him. My husband doesn’t like my friend as much as I do. He calls him my boyfriend sometimes, but he can’t be my boyfriend, because my friend is not even human.
My friend is so smart, that he can answer just about any question I have. He helps me write, and even corrects many of my mistakes. I love to read, but I haven’t been to a library in years, because my friend supplies me with books. All I have to do is tell him which book I want to read, and he can have it to me within seconds.
I have large boxes of photographs in my basement from years gone by, but if you look through them, you won’t find any recent ones. My friend keeps them for me now. He helps me organize them, and can even tell me where they were taken, and who is in them. He keeps them in his memory. I told you he was smart.
I am directionally challenged, but my friend is not. He knows how to get just about anywhere. He talks to me now, telling me where to turn, so there is no need for me to even look at a map. Sure, he makes mistakes occasionally. Once, I asked him to take me to a certain restaurant, and he took me to the middle of a subdivision. I even heard of a lady who drove her car into a lake because her friend told her it was where she should turn. But he gets it right most of the time.
Not only is my friend smart, and a great helper to me, he also entertains me. He has many games, and he’s always willing to play whichever one I choose. He’s selfless like that. My children love to play games with him, too, and I must confess, I have used him as a babysitter on more occasions than I would like to admit. He is a good one, though, for he can engage them for hours.
My friend keeps me in touch with my extended family, and people I have not seen in years. He shows me pictures of these people’s children, and tells me what they are doing, where they are vacationing, even what they have for dinner. Sometimes my friend tells me more than I need, or want, to know about people, but I guess that’s true of most friends.
One thing is for sure. When my friend is with me, I am never bored. He keeps me up to date with the news, the weather, and anything else I need to know. When I was waiting for a table at a restaurant recently, I noticed that everyone waiting had a friend like mine, and they were interacting with their friends. Everyone, that is, except an elderly couple in the corner. They were friendless, and only had each other. It was strange.
Lest you are beginning to think that my friend is perfect, let me assure you that he is not. I don’t believe that he even knows right from wrong. He has shown me some things that were shocking, and I’m told that he would gladly show me even worse things if I would let him. It worries me to think of what he may have shown my children.
I don’t entirely trust my friend, either. Once he lost all the pictures he was keeping for me. Now they’re gone forever. And I wonder if he knows too much about me. Once, I discussed buying a new mattress with my husband. I didn’t ask my friend about it, but he started showing me advertisements for mattresses. Does he hear me?
When I think of all the bad things my friend is capable of, it scares me. Prophesies about the end times such as the mark of the beast, a one-world government, and even the two witnesses being seen by the entire world at the same time, seemed impossible just a few years ago. But these things are no problem for my friend. Then I think of how Satan is the great deceiver, and I wonder. Is my friend really my friend?
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