My week started by opening a file on my new software, only to need to “convert” it. This seemed harmless enough. I thought it must be good, right? WRONG! One click and everything was messed up. I lost line spacing and space between sentences.
So, needless to say, but I will anyway, I spent my week putting everything else on hold to go through my 385 page document line by line. Did I mention it was 385 pages? Just checking.
Finally, this evening I finished. I was so excited! I went to save it in another file only to paste it and lose ALL paragraph indention and sporadic spacing again! I thought I would pull every hair out of my head.
After silently placing a curse on my laptop, my sixteen year-old son walked over behind me when he heard my mumbled complaints. Reaching over he tapped a couple keys and fixed EVERYTHING! He then proceeded to show me how I could have fixed everything in the original document with the use of two keys. What took me and my lack of a technological mind a full week to fix and mess up again, he remedied in less than a minute! If you haven’t noticed by now, I am more than a little impressed with him.
Now, I could sulk and dwell on a week of time wasted. I could climb right up on my pity perch, but then I would just be wasting more time, now wouldn’t I?
Instead, I think I’m going to count my blessings.
Blessing #1: I have a sixteen year-old who is intelligent.
Blessing #2: Said sixteen year-old was willing to help his mom.
Blessing #3: He helped before I pulled all my hair out.
Blessing #4: I learned several valuable lessons.
Blessing #5: My files are now formatted and saved as I need them.
I could go on, but I think you get the picture. You know, I think the most impressive thing that touched my heart was the way he said “There ya go” and kissed my cheek before he ran out the front door to meet his friends. He didn’t brag or make me feel silly about not knowing what to do. He simply helped me in my time of distress. Now that is a blessing to remember.