There are the more than occasional moments when I question my commitment to the fucking F word; when I simply can not think of another thing worth “sharing.” Then life happens–always when I’m not looking. Someone from this bizarre cyber world assumes more than virtual shape and becomes so human, so real, it moves me to tears. Recently, for instance…My favorite bartender, a man behind the stick here in Manhattan, was reading a newspaper and suddenly saw this explosion of color in one eye then nothing. Nothing but darkness. He’d had a stroke and gone nearly blind.
Now, I have never met this man. He has never mixed me a Stoli martini up with an olive. But within hours, word had gone out among his virtual friends and I, finally, called him. We spoke. After ten minutes of conversation, I was reminded not just of how remarkable this man is but of how remarkable this world in which we “met” can be.
With age, vision, sometimes, worsens. We lose sight of possibilities. The intensity of dreams shrinks like the fine print on a Tylenol bottle. But today, this man and his extraordinary spirit, his resilience, seems to have restored my vision. In the grandest sense of the word. It has put me back in touch with the reason why I’m here. Check him out.