Forwarded messages. Forwarded emails. Spam. A nuisance. No one wants their time wasted. “Oh I don’t like to read forwards, they waste my time, they’re not personal,” yaddar yaddar yaddar.
I like to read them sometimes. Sometimes they contain very emotional, tragic, sad and touching stories of things that happened to someone somewhere in the world. Sometimes they contain a message of blessing and urge us to pass it on to our friends, to those we love.
Thinking about it now, it could have originated as a personal email from one friend or relative, to another. The “another” thought to pass t on to her round of friends, and so on. Until it got to you. You are someone’s friend. And the trail goes back.
Some say that these “waste my time.” Do you think of yourself as a time waster to the one who sent it to you? What if they thought of you that way? And what if you had a problem and somewhere in your circle of friends someone refused to pass on your cry of help? Are your friends worth your time, your money, according to you? Mine are. I just thought to share my thinking.