This is my Twitter picture. My friend Jesse on Twitter made it for me to signify a group of us who are praying for Eric De La Cruz, a young man who needed a new heart. I say needed because he died on July 4th waiting for a donor. Eric was a fighter and a very courageous young man, whose sister Veronica launched a campaign to fight to get him a donor heart and to get him on the transplant list, even moved to the state of California, when the state he was living in: Nevada, wouldn’t and couldn’t. We are so very sad he’s gone. Eric’s Twitter Army #ETA (as they call us) and many others on Twitter are mourning his passing as well as the death of Michael Jackson whose service was yesterday.
It’s like one big community and I find out the news on Twitter before I hear it on TV or the radio, or from my husband like I once did. I spend a lot of time watching the tweets go by in fascination…learning what the people I follow are thinking — and caring — and wondering — and dreaming about that particular minute, or hour, or day.
After only a couple of months of serious tweeting I took a quiz which declared me 71% addicted to Twitter. This makes me very proud. I have been working hard on this. Not necessarily trying to get addicted, the quiz was tongue in cheek, but instead to master the art of tweeting and to learn how to function on Twitter. It isn’t easy. It is a very fast moving stream of thoughts and relationships, complexities and emotions. I find I’m loving it and I’m experiencing a certain awakening as I watch these tweets go by. Awakening to my fellow humans and what they are all about, what they think and feel — and want and need — and most of all perhaps, care about.