\n<\/strong>\u201c<\/strong>But this is the power of windows: They contradict your easy assumptions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our windows keep shrinking. Our vision narrows and narrows. Mine roams, for much of each day, in a space roughly the size of a playing card: the rectangle of my phone\u2019s screen. The view through that piece of glass is not out onto the actual world but inward, down a digital depth over which I exercise near-\u00addictatorial control. If I want to see a bird on my phone, I see a bird. If I want to see a manatee captioned by a motivational slogan, I see that. This means, of course, that my phone is not really a window at all. A real window is something that frames our fundamental lack of control.<\/p>\n Windows are, in this sense, a powerful existential tool: a patch of the world, arbitrarily framed, from which we are physically isolated. The only thing you can do is look. You have no influence over what you will see. Your brain is forced to make drama out of whatever happens to appear. Boring things become strange. A blob of mist balances on top of a mountain; leafless trees contort themselves in slow-\u00admotion interpretive dance; heavy raindrops make the puddles boil. These things are a tiny taste of the bigness of the world. They were there before you looked; they will be there after you go. None of it depends on you.<\/p>\n Sometimes what you see can be astonishing. One day, I was taking a nap in the red chair in my office when I woke up to the sound of a car crash. I sat up and looked, immediately, out my window. Across the street, in a parking lot, a car had just backed into a chain-link fence. The car must have been moving fast, because it was in bad shape: Its hood had popped up, its windshield wipers were snapping back and forth under a perfectly clear sky and part of its bumper was sitting on the ground. The fence was mangled, bent out in exactly the shape of the car\u2019s back end.<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t believe I was seeing this, on an otherwise ordinary weekday morning, out of my office window. I watched the driver get out of the car. He was stocky with a shaved head; he wore cargo shorts and a flannel shirt unbuttoned to expose his chest hair. I disliked him immediately. After a few seconds of assessing the damage, he walked around the car and opened the passenger door \u2014 from which a very small child scrambled out. A toddler in the front seat! My disdain for this man increased exponentially.<\/p>\n As the child ran around the parking lot, the man tried to repair the damage he caused. He attempted to tug the ruined fence back into place, but it wouldn\u2019t move. He tried to shove the fallen piece of bumper back onto his car, but that only made the rest of his bumper fall off too.<\/p>\n Average number of windows in an American home:\u00a022<\/em> I sat in my red chair, looking out my window, silently cheering.<\/p>\n The man tried, a little harder, to fix the fence. He grabbed its vertical support pole, which was wickedly bent, and pulled against it with his full weight. The pole suddenly broke, and the man fell hard onto the blacktop. The entire fence fell on top of him, and one of his sandals flew off and landed 10 feet away on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n I think I laughed out loud. This was a slapstick masterpiece. It was brightening my whole day, the failure of this terrible man. He climbed out from under the collapsed fence and limped back to the apartment building above the lot, rubbing his elbow.<\/p>\n That, I thought, would be the end of it. The man \u2014 that villainous man \u2014 was going to leave all the chaos behind for someone else to clean up. It was only the middle of the morning, but I imagined him sprawled out on his sofa with a case of beer, eating horrible snacks, while his child played with fire and broken glass and battery acid near a malfunctioning electrical socket.<\/p>\n But this is the power of windows: They contradict your easy assumptions. They scribble over your mental cartoons with the heavy red pen of reality. The man emerged a few minutes later with some tools. He got to work immediately, detaching one of the fence\u2019s bent support bars and hammering it straight on the asphalt. For the next hour, I watched out my window as he doggedly fixed the fence, straightening and reattaching its support bars, scrupulously unbending its bent chain-link. He even\u00a0improved\u00a0it. He stole a support bar from another fence farther back in the parking lot and added it to this one. Now the fence would be extra secure, stronger than before, impervious to damage.<\/p>\n This odious man was actually a hero.\u00a0I\u00a0was the lazy one, with my knee-jerk judgments and distant clich\u00e9s, my superiority from three stories up. My window had taken a break, that day, from its usual programming \u2014 crows and squirrels roaming over a dead tree, cars piling up at a stoplight \u2014 to put on a little passion play for me, an allegory about the nobility of the human spirit. My ugly assumptions, I realized, were all about myself. I would never have fixed that fence; I would have panicked and run away. My window had woken me up from a nap to teach me a lesson in humility.<\/p>\n The incident changed my entire day. I went back to my shallow screens with new determination. Years later, I still look out my window at that fence almost every day. It still looks brand new. It makes me wonder what else that man has improved, and how I can make myself more like him.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Today\u2019s 2nd post – the one minute Doner advertisement about Detroit\u2019s shut-down; \u00a0blows my mind. \u00a0I bet you watch it more than once.<\/strong><\/p>\n https:\/\/www.doner.com\/advertising-news\/doners_powerful_message_to_stay_safe\/<\/a><\/p>\n Remember the Detroit Super Bowl 2 minute ad some years back? \u00a0This piece picks up those same cadences. \u00a0Moves me deeply.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Friday, April 17, 2020 \u201cThese things are a tiny taste of the bigness of the world. They were there before you looked; they will be there after you go. None of it depends on you.\u201d I came across this short … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/04\/window.jpg\")
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\nThe view from the writer\u2019s office in upstate New York.\u00a0Credit Noah Kalina for The New York Times<\/p>\n
\nChildren injured by window falls per year in the U.S.:\u00a015,000<\/em>
\nBird deaths caused by windows per year in the U.S. (conservative estimate):\u00a0365 million<\/em>
\nBird deaths caused by windows per year in the U.S. (liberal estimate):\u00a0988 million<\/em><\/p>\n