Why I Will Never Read Books on Devices

Why I Will Never Read Books on Devices

You can keep your Kindles; just give me a good, old-fashioned book

Maybe it's because I'm old-fashioned or maybe it's because I liked to rebel against my own generation. Either way, I will always read books in their physical form and never on a device.

Don't get me wrong, you do you girl (or guy, or whatever you identify as). If you want to read on a device, go ahead! More power to you. But for me, and I'm sure for many other people around the world, I prefer the experience of holding a book in my hands and reading.

Ever since I was a kid, I've been an avid reader. I used to get yelled at for hiding a flashlight and book under my pillow and reading under my covers as soon as my parents turned the lights off for me to go to bed. I was that person who read on car rides when it would give everyone else headaches to attempt such a feat. I read books at every available opportunity. Sure I grew out of it a bit once I was made to read books in school, but there's nothing like the feeling of holding a new book in my hands and looking over the printed words with my own eyes. And yes, I'm also that terrible person who folds over the ear of my book. Sue me, it's my book.

I don't know what it is about reading books on a device but for me, it defeats the long history and purpose of books. Okay sure, printing books cuts down more trees but I can't help myself! I love the new smell that comes with opening the pages and seeing the words fly by as you flip through. I like making notes in the margin of a book I'm researching ideas from or highlighting the words of a script I'm studying for class. Being able to physically interact with the book makes me feel connected and focused to the story I have in front of me.

When I'm reading from a device, I feel a disconnect from the story I'm supposed to be engrossed in. However when I'm reading from a physical book, I can almost see images of the the story dance across the pages. The flipping of pages and sound of paper turning is a comforting sound and feeling that bring me back to learning to read with my parents or having stories read to me by other family members. It's a familiar and comfortable feeling and it's something I will encourage and pass on to my own family when I am older.

Technology is incredible and I would be a hypocrite to say that I don't like it. I love all the advances technology has given us throughout my life so far. But if there is one thing I will not give up on, it is buying books from a bookstore and enjoying them for their original purposes. You can keep your Kindles; I'll settle for a nice, old-fashioned book.

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To the guy that shot my brother...


To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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