Dear Reader

To Whom It May Concern:

I am very sad and I don’t know who to talk to. People ignore me all the time. I used to be important. I was a part of their daily lives. I had value. Now I lay abandoned. Forgotten but for a few true caring souls that remember what I have to offer. To them I am a priceless treasure that makes the world a much better place in which to live.

It wasn’t always this way. The day would begin bright and glorious with each new dawn. My owners would take me with them wherever they went. I have been around the world. I have sat in meetings and been a part of meetings with heads of state. I attended to church services and other religious celebrations. I was a part of births, marriages and deaths. I could be found everywhere. You didn’t have to look for me at all. Everyone knew where I was and they could reach me anytime they chose.

I was very important at parties and on dates. I was always taken along. Occasionally I would be ignored by someone who brought me but you could usually count on their friends or family to remind them about me. Then I was remembered with a smile and was a part of the fun.

I really enjoyed going on vacation. Airports, train stations, car trips with their rest stops gave me a lot of experience. I grew with every trip I was taken on. Every new destination and adventure taught me something new. I remembered every lesson I learned too.

I spent a lot of years in school. I learned to sit quietly and pay attention because this was place to learn and I could grow in learning. I wasn’t always perfect in class but that is to be expected. Every class was different and schools change so you have to change with them. Sometimes there would be a bully in the school. I did my best to avoid them because they didn’t care for me much at all. Fights are not a thing I am good at. They are best to be avoided if you can.

I’ve been in the workplace too. Those are a lot of long hours and sometimes I would get tired and not be as efficient as I normally am. I would just shake myself to go slow and take care of what I needed to take care of. I never wanted to make a mistake even though sometimes I did.

But lately, I have been forgotten about more and more. I feel smaller than I was. I’m not cared about as much as I used to be. Sometimes I feel like a pest, as if some people would rather I not be around at all. I am not sure why. I used to be one of the most important things to everyone I ever met. I was talked about and praised. I was wanted by everyone. Some people that didn’t have me were jealous of those that did possess me.

I am afraid now. I am afraid that if I am forgotten about more and more as things are going, no one will remember me. No one will think of me with a smile and wish they could have me back. They won’t care because they won’t know what all I did for them. They won’t talk about me and soon I won’t be remembered. Children will never hear my name. I won’t be let into schools or office buildings. I will be shunned in government. I will have no future, only a past. I hope it isn’t too late for me. Please help me live while you can.

Sincerely,

Common Sense