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IMG_4727Moping around for days about my smashed I-pad glass seemed right to me.  Remorse calmly tempers my foolish actions that caused the broken control panel on my high-tech machine.  It was that similar feeling that comes when repenting from sin.

On my next day-off I stopped in the nearest Apple store for a repair estimate.  This branch store was located in the middle of a major shopping mall.  Parking was the biggest challenge.

The crowds in the store the store were shocking.  This was a week day and in the middle of the day.  Does everyone get a Friday off from work?

Patiently or at least appearing patient I waited my turn.  Besides the drive into town, the parking, the long walk and now the standing in line, my day-off had lost nearly two hours.  Finally, it was my turn.

The associate or whatever they call these triage workers in blue shirts had a mini-i-pad in hand and had to be a least a decade younger than my own children.  She smiled and asked how she could help.  I showed her my broken screen.

I was taking it out of my messenger bag to show her but she asked a horrible, terrible most despicable question, “Sir, do you have an appointment?”  My heart sank.  That thought had never even crossed my mind.

“No.”  Undeterred, she made several motions on her screen and said that the earliest appointment that was open was in two hours.  Rather than spend my entire morning chasing down options, I asked for an appointment at the end of the day so that I could come back on my way to run my afternoon errands.  We settled on a time.

Of course I was prompt for my 4pm appointment.  They whisked me right into the shop and seated me at a table.  A young, very young associate called my name and I raised my hand.

She assessed the condition of my broken glass screen all of the time entering data on her own mini I-pad.  “What’s the cost for the repair?”  After I picked myself off the floor, I then asked how much a new unit would cost.  It was the same cost as a repair!  I thanked her for her help and left the shop.

A google search led me to a repair shop near my office.  They repaired my I-pad for a third of the cost.  I also bought from them a protective case, easier to hold and set up.  Now, I am back in action.

IMG_4725My splendid I-pad was serving me well.  It comfortably perched on its keyboard with Blue Tooth connectivity humming like a top.  My aching back, weary brain and fatigued fingers were all pushing for an immediate break.

That suggestion sounded wonderful to me.  Flopping back on the sofa and reaching for the TV remote seemed to rejuvenate my spirit.  A weekend football game would be just the right elixir for a weary body nearing the completion of several writing projects.

A good game popped up on the screen.  The score was close so the game looked competitive.  My interest was sealed.

Then, I made a critical error in judgment.  My I-pad was still set up for work.  It was on a TV tray.

The thought popped into my mind that I did not want to accidentally kick it should an exciting moment occur on the gridiron.  My plan was to push the TV tray out of harm’s way.  Instead of sitting up and moving the tray carefully with my hands, I thought that I could deftly achieve that objective by pushing the it with my foot.

Slowly, carefully I pushed.  Our floor is tile.  One of the legs got stuck in one of the grout joints between tiles.

The TV tray came to an abrupt halt while my foot kept pushing.  Physics took over, especially the law of gravity.  My I-pad took a tumble.

Life went into slow motion.  Nothing I could do was fast enough to catch my falling technology gem.  It flipped several times in the air and smashed face first flat on the rock hard tile.

There was a smashing sound from the slap on the tile simultaneously accompanied with the ugly sound of shattering glass.  Before I ever saw the damage, I shook my head.  Carefully, I picked up my treasured tool of the modern world of technology.

Like rolling over a human body involved in a horrendous accident, I slowly turned my I-pad over to see its face.  Eew!  Lightening might look like this when splattering across the night sky.  Or a root system of a massive tree would look just like this jagged pattern of cracks, breaks and splinters.

Sinking into the sofa with the I-pad in my hands, I felt so sad.  It was a dumb move on my part.  Now, the consequences were self-evident.

Life is like that.  Stuff gets broken.  No one lives a flawless, mistake free life.  Thank God that He is merciful when foul up like this.

photo credit: brucefong photography