A week ago Sunday I put this posting on Facebook:
“Because of several work projects, Facebook needs to become a “weekend sport” for me.”
I wanted to let my friends know so they won’t think I ignore their postings.
A week later
It’s around 10:30 in the morning. I’ve been working on a corporate tax return for
several hours and I need to stop and give my eyes a rest from the computer.
But before I can take a break I need to check the emails – in case it’s something that needs immediate attention.
As I glance at the messages on the screen one really gets my attention:
“Mariana – has your FB page been hacked?
The video from (XYZ Name ) doesn’t seem like you at all.”
Immediately I’m thinking of children.
In my network I have school-age children. On both sides of the Atlantic.
Within seconds I’m on the Facebook page, look for the name my friend mentioned, delete the post;
next, I delete the name from my list of friends.
Then I post few words about the incident.
Judging by, “…we haven’t seen it” replies from friends means Chuck and I stopped it in time.
Once all was taken care of I took a long break.
And reflected on what just happened.
I’m thinking about the internet. How much use I get out of it. A great tool!
Then there are days like this… when internet feels like a modern version of the Wild West.
Protect and Serve
And I’m thinking of Chuck, my friend who alerted me of the problem.
Back when I lived in California we were neighbors. He lived across the street from me.
This Vietnam vet, when talking about his service he said it was a privilege to protect and serve his country.
He still does it. Today he protected children from my Facebook family from seeing an inappropriate post.
Thank you, Chuck.