So my external hard drive stopped mounting on my desktop computer for no reason a few weeks ago. It did not fall on the floor, I did not drop a ten pound weight on it (it was six tops*). It just stopped.
So I emailed the manufacturer and they said, "No problem! Send it in and we'll either fix it or replace it."
So I sent it in with multiple post-it notes and emails making sure they knew I needed my data to be saved. I know this sounds crazy, but because it's a hard drive that I use to back up my data, there's actually data stored there that I have, you know, nowhere else. On the planet.
So a box arrived on my doorstep from the manufacturer with a new hard drive and the "defective drive", pictured above.
"Hmmm," I thought.
So I plugged in the new hard drive, expecting to see all of my files intact, and excited because, you know, I've been needing these files during the many weeks it has taken to get this issue "resolved."
So the hard drive icon shows up on my desktop and I do the ole double click to open it up and hear the angels sing, and instead I hear...
Empty hard drive.
So I email the manufacturer, using a lot of CAPITAL LETTERS, asking WHERE MY DATA IS. And I get this:
"I apologize, but the drive was beyond our ability to repair. The failed drive should have been included in the package so that you can look into professional recovery if you choose."
In other words, "We manufacture external hard drives so that computer users like you can back up and store your precious data. Until the hard drives stop working for no reason, in which case your data is probably toast. Good luck!"
So I began to panic, and thought about crying. And screaming. And throwing a fit.
And then it hit me: What's the point?
First off, maybe ~ just maybe ~ there is a magician out there who can pull my data off of the "defective drive" and second, if not, what good will a throwing a fit do?
Sometimes fires burn down homes. Sometimes thieves break into cars and steal belongings (happened to me in Australia.) Sometimes jewelry is accidentally flushed down toilets and wallets full of cash fall out of pockets.
Sometimes things get lost, and then we have a choice. Freak out or accept. Surrender or resist.
Either way, laughter always helps.
* Joking! Totally joking!