by Kim Brewster
I love my GPS (Globally Positioned System) and I know I’m breaking the rule about starting a paper with I, but I love my GPS.
Earlier this year I traveled to Kansas City, MO, for my daughter’s volleyball tournament. I Googled my route from the airport to the hotel and printed it. Another mom and her daughter were sharing our rental car and the mom brought along her GPS. I was willing to give it a try, as believe it or not, I had never used one or been in a car with one that was functioning. Plus I had my trusty(?) Google map for backup.
The female voice soothingly guided us away from the airport and on to the highway. Exits and streets were announced in miles, increments of miles or feet. The small screen mounted just below the rearview mirror above the dashboard reminded me of a video game screen. As I made turns and traveled down new avenues, the images on the screen changed color and beckoned me to head in even more directions until arriving at my destination.
Even if I made a wrong turn, my unseen driving companion calmly recalculated my journey and got me back on the right path, with nary a condescending tone or judgment of my driving or listening skills.
My husband joined us a day later in Kansas City and I practically gushed with enthusiasm for my new best friend, a borrowed GPS. Now I have my own ethereal friend to guide me. No matter what name or English variation my daughter has programmed into it, I successfully arrive at my destination every time.
I love my Outlook tools, too, and how they keep me organized and on track. My GPS motto is now Globally Positioned for Success.
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