Yesterday was fun

 I gave a police officer some (special for law enforcement) tracts and a New Testament, handed out a couple more Spanish things at a restaurant, and got 2 drivers on the way home.

This morning I was thinking about computers, mine is dead, Spotty fried it.  I remembered a time back in the early 2000's.  Ron's brother and sister in law were high living luxury types.  They remodeled their house and turned one of 3 bedrooms into a walk in closet.

We went to visit one time and they wanted to show us their computer.  Ron had told his brother we had built our own.  So they bring us in the room and tell us how great it is, top of the line, bought it from her boss.  And it wouldn't boot.  

I told Ron, "You'd better open it up, I don't think it has a hard drive.". Ron was aghast and kept saying that can't be it while the inlaws are saying it worked when we paid for it, and implied Ron "broke" it by pressing the power button.  

Eventually they opened it.  It didn't have a hard drive; the seller took it out before he gave it to them.  Ron had the very ineviable task if explaining they had been ripped off and paid hundreds for "an empty box with no brain". 

They kept saying Ron broke it and eventually she called her boss, who smugly told her she bought "a computer" not the hard drive.  They were livid.  Ron said he could fix it if they gave us the box and bought him a hard drive to install.  They did that.  

I also talked Ron into buying "Go Back" software because I knew they didn't know how to operate computers and would make a lot of mistakes.  

And then Ron got hurt.  Part of the fallout Ron's family disowned him because I refused to put him in a nursing home and the hospital social worker said he would need a lot of ongoing help for the rest of his life.  

His Dad came to visit every day for a month or so until the other kids made him stop.  One of his last visits he said (brother) wanted his computer back.  I was livid.  I wanted to uninstall everything, take the hard drive out, and give it back.  

But Ron was a better Christian.  He prevailed, so they got a completely functional computer with working "Go back" software so they could undo any boo-boos.  That was the last contact we had with Ron's family.

Just thinking about that today as I look at my poor dead Chromebook.  I will likely get myself a reconditioned one.