A Hopeful

Today was eventful.

For the first time in, (I honestly cannot remember how long it’s been) I had a professional make a house call.

Obviously, the last one was long before Covid, and probably a decade earlier when a diagnosis became suddenly unavailable except via phone or internet.

However, today my anxiety level was at such an acute stage, I believe I was given priority over others requiring help.

The gentleman who arrived did not wear a white coat. Rather he wore jeans and a sweat shirt. Since I had been waiting all day for his arrival, I was thrilled when he knocked on the door. It mattered not that he was informally attired.

Nor did his age. I have been recently intimidated being the senior in some groups, but today I was quite comfortable with the huge generational gap.

I doubt if the young man who came to my emotional aid had reached his sixteenth birthday. As a matter of fact, I know he hasn’t because he casually mentioned being a Freshman in high school.

I never doubted his ability or expertise. It was obvious when he arrived and looked at the four patients (rather five, I had forgotten Alexa) he was competent.

The only information he needed to complete his examination (three Ipads, One Iphone and Aexa) in order to make a diagnosis was my six digit password.

Once that was established our conversation was minimal as with utter efficiency, expertise and competence, he soon announced his immediate diagnosis was complete.

Once that was explained to my satisfaction, the young Internet Doctor made immediate repairs (without obvious surgery) and voila, within minutes I was again connected to my internet world

I felt an immediate sense of peace, realizing my far away brood were within reach via Facetime.

My ability to shop for Christmas gifts (via Amazon) had been restored, and I could continue to pay bills via online banking.

My music library returned making the daily thirty minutes spent on my Schwinn aerodyne superior to a potent tranquilizer.

I am aware the Good Samaritan who came to my aid is years younger than either of my Grandsons, but I felt a distinct pleasure in watching his expertise, efficiency, and kindness as he restored the emotioonal equilibrium to a much older internet addict.

And yes, I felt the thrill of watching youth perform a miracle that none of my peers were able to achieve,

and the world suddenly seemed hopeful again.