My Broken Heart/Kindle

     I apologize for my lag in posting. I experienced my own little personal disaster. Two days ago, I picked up my Kindle to read some more travel guides or perhaps some chick-lit fluff, I will keep that to myself, and the e-reader’s screen freaked out on me.

     Let me back up a little and explain my relationship with the Kindle. One year and one month ago, my mother purchased a Kindle for me as an early Christmas present. I. Was. In. Love. My entire library at my fingertips? Oh, yeah! I can usually devour a book in one or two sittings, so having thousands of books at my disposal and never having to lug around heavy books; it was Heaven in a conveniently sized electronic device. I used my Kindle everyday, especially because of the ability to check my email via the 3G/WiFi connectivity. Four gigs of memory and user-friendly. If you don’t have an e-reader and you like to read, I highly recommend them. I never worry about being bored while waiting for a doctor, or say on a 28 hour plane ride like the one I have looming in eight days.

     Fast forward to two days ago when I tried to turn on my little friend and the screen geeked out on me; I cried. I’ll admit it. I sat on my bed, broken device in hand, feeling miserable and I cried. I was very upset. Now I know there are much more important things in life and I even know that I pointed out priorities a few posts ago, but that didn’t stop my eyes from leaking like a Levee in Louisiana pre-Katrina. I am a white, American female who is fully aware that I’ve got it a lot better than a great deal of the population. But I had become so dependent on my e-reader that the sudden loss was a little crushing. I can recognize my ability to be shallow and spoiled.

     After entirely too much time spent throwing myself a pity party, I called my best friend and confidant to tell him about my own personal disaster. Well, in he rides on his steed, his armor glinting in the bright sun. Within minutes he ordered me a new one.

I know, he’s amazing.

     Now, in retrospect, I’m more thankful for having someone like this in my life than getting a shiny new toy. I could do without this gadget that I loved so much. I couldn’t imagine giving up a relationship wherein someone cares about me that way. So, I’m grateful that my Kindle broke. It became a magnifying glass for me, showing me what I already knew, even closer. I was comforted and secure. More importantly, I am secure in the knowledge that I have this person in my life, and I am thankful, so thankful. 

     If you have a quiet minute to think today, my suggestion would be to ask yourself this: who in your life comes to your rescue when you need it, and do they know how appreciated they are?