“I are amazing,”
says a 2-year-old girl.
“Who are you?’ we ask.
“Me!” says a 1 1/2-year-old girl.
These kids are well-loved. They were planned-for and very welcome. They are surrounded by caring and supportive adults. I pray they don’t lose that feeling of delight about themselves.
I doubt they will grow up to be computer hackers.
A hacker got into my yahoo email account. My contacts got an email asking for money because I was stranded in Madrid. I was at a writing retreat at the coast with my phone turned off. Mike was at home babysitting our granddaughter. He answered a lot of phone calls from concerned friends.
I’ve changed my password and communicated with yahoo security. They are investigating. The hacker erased my address book. I hope yahoo can get it back for me. (Please send me an email if you want me to have your email address.)
I really do want to ask the hacker “Why?” I guess it’s probably about money.
Maybe the hacker wasn’t wanted or loved. Maybe nobody taught him/her that choices have consequences. Maybe no one cared enough to teach right and wrong.
Or maybe he/she is just a clever, bored teenager with too much free time.
I think the whole thing is just mean.