How I fell in Love with My GPS

About six months ago Rick convinced me to get a Garmin.  I am what you might call a late adopter.  In the 70’s I didn’t want a pager, in the 80’s I didn’t want voice mail, in the 90’s I didn’t want e-mail and I never wanted a cell phone.

Rick found me a Garmin at a good price but since then have never really found an instance where it was needed.  Yesterday I was in New Jersey and fell in love with it.  Growing up in California I am used to freeways that if you have a freeway exit on one side, you can immediately get back on the other side. Not true in New Jersey.  If you miss a turn off there you are dumped onto surface streets from which you will never recover.

So, back to my GPS – when you miss a turn it doesn’t say, “you’re an idiot, now what are you going to do?”  It calmly and without raising its voice says, “Recalculating, recalculating.”  Then it continues to calmly lead you back to where you should be.

All life needs to work harder to act like a GPS.