Mankind has been on a roll. Generation after generation technology has effectively made the world an ever-smaller place. Starting with radio, then television, and now the internet and social media. The net effect is that virtually the entire civilized world is in touch.
Finally, the mother of all communication technologies has arrived. No one saw it coming, but now it is here, and there is no going back. The mass communication technology to weld the global human consciousness together has been developed. The guesswork is gone.
Companies now have analytics which can predict what consumers will want, down to the color, size, and flavor. Children know what their parents want. Spouses don’t fight anymore over small things, because there are no more secrets. Everything is now out in the open. The new technology has given us the ability to read each other's minds. The secret world inside our heads as we knew it is over.
There are some experiences which are seared into our brains. Usually, they are traumatic memories. Why the mind works like that is a mystery. It would be better to have the ability to forget, but then perhaps the experience would be more likely to reoccur.
Denis Padovano has such a memory. Today marks the seventh-year memorial of the death of his 11-year-old son Kevin. It was an especially painful loss because Kevin’s mother, Veronica, had died two years earlier from leukemia. Denis and Veronica were not married although they lived together and were very much in love.
The boy had fallen through the ice while playing on the frozen over Grate Pond in the middle of Central Park. Kevin's friends watched him plunge through the ice and ran for help. By the time the boy’s lifeless body could be recovered from the frigid water he was long gone.
Denis misses his family. He continually relives the events of that cold and tragic day; how he ran to the park. There he met a crowd of curious onlookers surrounding the emergency responders who were struggling in vain to revive his son. It was a hopeless case. The boy’s cold blueish corpse had been submerged for more than twenty minutes. He was long gone.
Today, Denis has traveled back to the park hoping finally to put an end to his lonely nightmares. Today Denis will join his son’s soul under the ice.
Hi, I'm Lester Patterson,