DEATH OF A PRINTER

death of a printer

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“Here, let me see it,” she calmly demanded. “I got it”! I answered quickly. “Sometimes having someone else go through the process is better,” she countered. “It’s not that big of deal. I got it, thanks,” I answered again with confidence as my wife walked away.

After all, while I’m not the most technologically astute of slugs, I’m light years better than I used to be. I knew I had enough experience to figure it out. The printer was in for the fight of its life and I was the worthy challenger.

I knew the memory was getting full. The little printer has been a monster, it’s faced countless business papers for me as well as all the things I’ve printed from my computer.

It’s served my wife well, although the least of everyone else in the house. The little electronic guy has spit out countless papers from all three girls. All the homework and projects from grade school, Jr. high, high school and even college, the little guy pushed out all of it without a hitch.

To be honest, I never thought it would last this long to begin with.

The pages of FAQ on the internet seemed encouraging, hence my confidence with my wife to follow the prompts in detail to bring the little guy’s memory back from the electronic graveyard.

I followed the prompts diligently, step by step. Nothing. I realized the subtle differences between what the site was describing and what our little monster was showing as symptoms. I stuck with it, found additional information and followed those prompts as well. Still no response…

More digging and research would finally reveal a software problem was imminent and the little guy was really not going to be able to be resuscitated. It would be the death of a printer.

How many hours had I sat beside that machine in the last 6 or 7 years? Too many to recount… The little printer has been there through thick and thin, sitting right there, 12 inches away from my desk.

I’m thankful for the technology and service, but in this world that follows the laws of Thermo Dynamics, it was time to bid the little powerhouse farewell.

My wife being a nurse and naturally suspect of my technological assertions wasn’t ready to sign the little printer’s death certificate just yet.

She got on the phone determined to find either life or the exact cause of death to our little well-worn printer. I could hear my wife’s frustrations growing as she dealt with what sounded like a middle eastern robot via her cell phone on speaker.

“What do you need with all my personal information”? – “You gonna send me a Christmas card”? my wife asked with agitated humor and sarcasm in her voice. “No Maim”… “I will not be sending you a Christmas card”… He answered flatly as I honed in on his likely place of origin; India.

I hung around to listen to the two communicate, the man calm and polite, my wife with some exasperation… It had more to do with me than the phone support man. I hung around more out of confidence, to offer that, “I told you so” smile than curiosity, thinking bringing the little printer back to life was a lost prospect.

When the foreign support man finally got through the setup stage, he started going through the basics. “Is the printer plugged in”? he asked. My wife and me both rolling our eyes as he asked the next question, “Is the phone line plugged in for the fax”?

I was rolling my eyes again as my wife lifted the phone line up showing me the end of the fax line that was not plugged into the wall jack…

I didn’t get to use my “I told you so” smile… I am happy to report, especially to the female readers, my wife did get to use hers…

How many times have we given up on a person or situation thinking they or it was just too big or complex a problem to be solved?

When a person or problem is plugged into the Spirit and line to God, the problems seem elementary…