๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐๐๐ซ๐ง ๐๐จ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ
I missed yesterdayโs Patio Pondering with a full Monday schedule. This morning, as I sip my coffee and listen to an episode of ๐๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ค: ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด, I find myself reflecting on how fortunate we are to live in the 21st century.
Late last night, while planting soybeans ahead of todayโs rain, I listened to an earlier episode that discussed the part-time nature of the Marconi wireless operators aboard ships in 1912. The location of ships back then could be misjudged by assumption or tricks of the eye. Itโs a far cry from 2025, where we can pull up an app to see ship and aircraft positions in real time.
Todayโs episode covers the final moments of the Titanic: the confusion, the cries, and the cruel silence that followed as victims either drowned or succumbed to hypothermia in the frigid North Atlantic.
What struck me most was the bitter irony: the freighter ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ข sat just 12 miles away. Its captain saw the distress rockets but didnโt interpret them as a call for help. Had this happened today, the world would know instantly. Satellites would capture images, aircraft would be deployed, rescue ships would chart their course with pinpoint accuracy. The fate of the Titanic might have been very different.
Some folks claim modern conveniences have made us soft. Maybe. But I prefer to think of our technology as a toolbox; one that, when used wisely, saves lives, improves efficiency, and connects us in ways our ancestors couldnโt imagine. The trick is not in having the tools, but in knowing when and how to use them.