In high school I began taking typing. Unfortunately, after having an accident in the woods with my hunting knife and slashing my left wrist (unintentionally by the way) the typing class came to a quick close. That was my 3rd year of high school and in my 4th year, I had no desire to go through that again. Yet, right now my fingers move across the keyboard, comfortably typing in the vicinity of 60 wpm. Not fast to some, but plenty fast to get my thoughts onto this virtual paper. So where did it come from?
I owe it all to my uncle. Well, your uncle too. Yeah, Uncle Sam. Upon completion of basic training I found myself in Fort Devens, MA, learning the finer art of morse code intercepting. State-of-the-art training where you learn both typing and the only truly universal language on the planet (thanks to Samuel F. B. Morse) at the same time. I won't go into the classified details of the Army's style of training, however, I'm glad I did what I did, simply because now, typing is so easy, especially without the "dits" and "dahs" traveling through my brain at 20 to 30 wpm.
So it is, that now I sit here at my lap-top (momma has the desk-top), completing my schooling over the internet, writing in my second novel, and typing out words to all of my new friends here in the red room, just because one day I made the decision to join the army and take on the task of learning, what may very well someday, become a forgotten language.
Thank you Morse Code. I shall not forget you.
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