Buried Talent

Years back, my sister gave me a pocket-size tape recorder because she noticed I needed it for my job. After that year, I decided to use it sparingly, strictly for regular board meeting conversations/discussions that needed to be recorded. But that came in trickles that year. As a matter of fact, I hardly used it after I was relieved from transcribing minutes of meeting.

In my desire to preserve it, the years of lack of use only added to its decay because – one day, when I needed it, it wasn’t working anymore. I realized I did that machine an injustice because I did not let it function to its full capacity.

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