FRUSTRATION. It’s the harumph we hear when our preschooler is working on a puzzle and tries to connect the horse’s head piece to the dog’s body piece. It’s the wail of “Mommy, help me” when both of her legs somehow end up in the same pant-leg hole on the shorts. For us big kids, its the sensation of being lost when we lose our access to the Internet.
Luckily, all of those are temporary frustrations, overcome with patience, pratice, and (for the latter) getting the power restored. But can you imagine what it would be like to carry around that frustration as a permanent feeling? Just think about it. We want to get on the Internet because it connects us to the world. Just by putting a couple letters together, we can compose our “question” in a search box and find out ANYTHING we want. We can let someone know we’re thinking about them in an Email … even if they are in China and you are in Virginia.
I say all that, to pose this thought: Think about the person who can’t read. What do they connect to? How do they ask their questions? Where do they get the support of someone who says “try again,” or “let’s practice,” or “patience, dear.”
Imagine your own personal world without the Internet every day, any day, any time you want. How frustrating is that?