Personal Note: Computer Problem Update

I told you about my computer problems, and how an apparent update forced a password option, which I didn’t set, and so then I couldn’t get into my computer, and I was going to lose all my saved data since there is no way around the password and all that was left to do was reconfigure the computer.  I also mentioned that HP sent me some discs that might be able to go around the password to retrieve my data.  Well, my IT guy at work offered to help me with that, but when he got into my hard drive, it was already blank.  It had gotten wiped out apparently from when the HP technician had me go through a bunch of steps. 

So I lost it all.  My work IT person was gracious to reload the Windows operating system and my Microsoft Office.  Now I’ve got to reset up everything else.

What I lost were my blog posts from the turn of the calendar year and ones that I was working on.  I had a few that I put a lot of work into but had not posted yet. 

This reminds me of an experience I had going through an airport a few months ago.  I took a knapsack with me as my carryon bag, and to my dismay I had inadvertently left a Leatherman tool inside after I had checked my bag and it went off through the x-ray.  One of these.

Actually this was on the return leg of the trip, and somehow it had passed—can you imagine? Makes you wonder about security—on the outbound leg.  I tried to get a hold of my checked bag, which was impossible, and then after much frustration and feeling my blood pressure rise (the agents, except for one, were not all that accommodating or considerate) I decided to check my carry on.  I had that Leatherman for ages and it had a nice case too.  I felt an attachment to it, so I decided it was worth the $25 to check the bag.  But then the agent tells me it’s $35 to check a second bag, and that’s when I felt a release of peace come over me.  I turned and told the unhelpful agent, “Oh screw it,” and then I turned to the helpful agent and tossed it to him and said, “It’s yours.  Enjoy it.”  I then picked up my carryons and left. 

A point was reached where it wasn’t worth the frustration and it was best to pass on the material possession.  Even though I had an attachment to that possession, I just passed it on with the hope that God intended better things to come of it for someone else. 

So as to my lost data, I’ll try to reconstruct what I can if I have the time, otherwise, may God have better plans.