Mid-December sun shone into the old farmhouse as I unpacked the box of the refurbished computer. After I pushed the “on” button the Welcome of swirling letters and music made me laugh.
Friends and I snapped silly photos in photo booth, and I loaded hours of music onto the machine.
It made the last semester of paper-writing easier, and helped me graduate, apply for jobs, then apply for grad school.
It typed my way through grad school, crashed once, but I was able to update it and make it better.
This computer connected me to home via Skype to be able to talk I family and friends while I taught in Costa Rica.
I watched “Confessions of a Shopaholic” the night before I flew home and then in the Mexico City airport as I journeyed home.
My grad degree had to be finished of by a grand research paper, and last year my computer and I did it, and I graduated.
It helped me connect with family, friends, and strangers through email, stories, poems, a blog…
On Sunday night, the last DVD it played, Soul Surfer, made me cry from happiness and inspiration.
Then I had known the computer was struggling, but it knonked out on Monday morning, during summer vacation, where I don’t really need it… I have time to be thankful for how the 7 1/2 year old computer helped me accomplish goals and contemplate my next goals… and my next computer…