A few weeks ago, I wrote a letter about telemarketers. Well, I don’t answer my landline phone anymore; it goes directly to my answering machine. If it is the doctor’s office, pharmacy, etc., they will leave me a message. The telemarketers don’t!
A few Sunday afternoons ago, when I got home from church after picking up my laundry from my daughter’s (she does my laundry for me), I go to bring it in the house. I put my cane and the laundry on my front porch, parked my car in the carport and then walked back to the side entrance of the house by the kitchen. My iPhone was in my hand as I was walking in the driveway. The driveway had deep, muddy tire tracts from days before when it was warmer, but that day were frozen. As I was walking, I tripped over these tracts and fell down, unable to get up! I lay there unable to move with a big gash in my head. I immediately pushed my son’s number, which was programmed into my iPhone. He came over right away. I ended up having to go to Glens Falls Hospital for a few days. There I received six stitches on the left side of my forehead and sustained three fractured ribs. The Glens Falls Hospital staff were wonderful during my stay.
If I didn’t have my iPhone in my hand, my Life Alert necklace, which I wear around my neck, would have been my next choice. This is a time when a cell phone (iPhone) in my hand was a good idea. Thank goodness, though, I had both of these options (iPhone and Life Alert) to choose from at a time like that. Who knows how the situation may have ended up.
Viola Farnsworth, Gansevoort.