Dear Mr. Lightbulb

Dear Mr. Lightbulb,
           Thank you for everything you do. Centuries ago, when the sun would make its spectacular presentation of setting, the world would come to a halt. Like the plants must stop photosynthesis at nightfall, us humans also were forced to put everything we were working at on hold, at mercy of the bright sun. While days in the Summer near the equator would be long and plentiful in light, Winters north or south of this mark would present utter amounts of darkness, with my homeland of Iowa struggling with only 9.5 hours of light per day in December. Not to mention, you have made it possible to travel through the dark hours of night and fog, your light leading the way like Rudolph’s glowing red nose. Rest assured that, while many have forgotten your presence in everyday life, I remember you, and I won’t forget you. I’ve watched you grow up over the years alongside me, from your young, immature incandescent days, to your maturing teenage CFL years. Look at you now though, in the prime of your adult years, sprouting into such a strong LED bulb.
          Now, I know you have done terrible things in your life. You have helped create the factory system, enslaving millions of children at the turn of the 20th century for nickels on the dollar, 24 hours around the clock. You have wasted billions of gallons in fossil fuels to power your previously inefficient ways of bringing light to the homes and families that were dependent on you. You would be dropped and would explode like a bomb, with glass shards and metal filament splintering into the feet of both the innocent young or the elderly old looking to simply lighten up a dark hallway.
           But where you have enslaved millions of our children, burned through a multitude of our limited fossil fuels, and stabbed and punctured your very creators and gods, you have always tried to brighten our lives, and that is an unreputable fact. The day Mr. Edison revised your filament was the day that you started feeling needed, and we need you. Without you, our world is dark, our world is full of dark corners filled with scary monsters, and our attics remain black caves for only the cats and bats to roam. So for every time you have done one thing wrong, you have committed to doing ten rights, and for all of the illuminating you for us that is commonly under appreciated, I thank you.

Stay bright,

Tyler

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