I’ve grumped about Facebook. The side most of us are familiar with—that ugly side.
However, Facebook has given me a gift.
Years ago I joined a knitting group. We were of all ages and personalities with one common thread….our love of knitting. The group fell apart but I have kept in contact with a couple ladies through Facebook.
One lady, in particular, felt so “natural” to me. We found the same things funny, we both suffer from social anxiety but hide it well. She seems to be my personality doppleganger. Well, almost. She is far more intelligent than I am and keeps herself busy. A mother of two, going to school to earn her PhD, and all the activities involved with two children, friends, school, work, and social causes she heartily fights for.
One day we were talking via Facebook about a little town in West Virginia where my dad’s family hails from. Her relatives are also from the same little town.
Since my brother’s death in 2008, I decided to continue his work with the genealogy of our family. I have found it so interesting and have imagined the lives of my ancestors. In other words, I love genealogy. It’s like discovering a new book with each family member’s presence.
Anyway, my knitting friend’s 4th great-grandfather, and my 3rd great-grandfather are one in the same! We are cousins!
What a gift!
We can continue to see the bleak things in life or continue to look for something good.
I’m glad I learned to skim by the hurtful things Facebook produces.
I found family.