Dragonfly effect

     When we just see the expression “Dragonfly effect” we have association of something influential (effect) and something that is above the ground( a flying insect). The authors so wisely thought about the name that it deserves appreciation. The creation of this insect is incredible! I will not mention zoological details but everybody knows that helicopter was made after studying the peculiarities of a dragonfly. So, this machine can land on the places impossible for other vehicles to help people.

     This book, to my mind was written in such a way that can be easily read and influence engineers and teachers, businessmen and bankers, because all of us use social media. But how to use it effectively for society, for your firm, for yourself? This book gives us many bright examples of how to gain by helping others. What I mean to say is that it is top feeling of happiness to realize that you made somebody a little bit happier, even one person. And if we use media it is not one but many more. I was impressed by a story” It’s a small wired world” because:

1.it started with an eight-year-old girl who was not indifferent to the problem;

2.it was simple and clear

3.even before reading the story the topic seemed to be interesting;

4.it made me think.

     “The 93 Dollar Club on “Facebook” reminded me a story which I tell to my students when the topic comes around. It’s name is “Flying”. There was an orphan boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird. There was another boy who was crippled. His only dream was to walk and run like other boys and girls. One day the boy who wanted to fly met the crippled boy playing in the sandbox in the park. By the time they became very close friends. Once when crippled boy’s father came to pick his son up, the boy who wanted to fly whispered something into the father’s ear. Father agreed with the idea. The boy came up to his friend and said: “I can’t make you walk and run like other boys and girls but there is something I can do for you.” The little orphan boy told his friend to slide up onto his back. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. The wind whistled across the two happy little faces. The little boy’s father began to cry as he watched his crippled son flapping his arms and yelling: “I AM FLYING, DADDY. I AM FLYING!”