The world is a hard place. We are living in that future world sci-fi movies have talked about for years, corrupt leaders, white-supremacists, people who think, believe and spout things like sheep, and an earth slowly disintegrating from misuse.
Amidst all this are the bright angels who give me hope.
My grandchild, who is barely ten seems to be able to take the facts, accept them, consider them, and still be a beacon of intelligence and light.
Growing up in a world where even going to school is not always possible, this child blithely says, "I hope I get to go to school in the Fall, but if not we'll still have our virtual classroom."
In the meantime there is having a sibling to play with in real time, virtual pets on Prodigy and maybe a real pet someday.
Even the possibility of changing schools becomes a simple balancing of pros and cons that equates to comparing apples and oranges.
Quiet adaptability is a stunning characteristic.
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