Some time ago, I read that we might know a lot of people but generally we have perhaps two or three best friends. You know the ones. These are the people in your life who come to you for support during a crisis, and you go to them.
Perhaps a child has been in trouble, a parent aging into dementia, a spouse who is depressed or a neighbor who insists on shoveling snow from his drive onto your property. Big issues, small issues. You have friends with whom to share not only the difficult times but the great ones.
You get an unexpected promotion, you’ve lost 15 pounds, your youngest was just accepted into the university of her choice or you won the church raffle. I have such friends. They mean a lot to me and have for years.
A new friend has just been added to my list of friends: The Federal Trade Commission. Yes, the FTC will start getting appropriate greeting cards from me. I may erect a monument to this entity on the front lawn. I might be able to have a white baseball cap embroidered with “I LOVE THE FTC” in red on it.
I have fallen in love with the FTC and here is why. Almost daily, I receive emails not in my best interest. They are all basically the same: “We hapy say you get new subscition to year annuel repair list on computer. We success have paid $567.83 to ourself for you from account. Please call 000-000-0000 if wish to not have excallet serve for one year from now.”
If not a computer security scam, it is an invoice saying $4,964.38 has been…
