I updated my computer, which I affectionately named Myrtle, to Windows 8 last weekend. As usual, after an update, I ended up rushing Myrtle to my computer tech. After careful inspection, he informed me that Myrtle was going to be okay.
What happened next was a little alarming. I felt I was being interrogated by CPS (Computer Protection Services). “Why are you running a 32 bit operating system?” “Do you know you are only running at a fraction of what your computer capability?”
These threatening questions were challenging my already inadequate knowledge of computers. Then he finished me off with one final statement. “Most software companies will stop supporting 32 bit.” NO SUPPORT!? It doesn’t matter that I don’t have any idea what he meant. The idea that I could be left alone on some deserted technological island with my outdated Myrtle was overwhelming and downright scary. It reminded me of when I tried to find someone to fix my eight track tape player when everyone was listening to cassettes. My abandonment issues came flooding forth.
Living a life with no support is an idea that is very unappealing to me… in any area of my life. I have been the recipient of wonderful support when I needed it most. My wife broke both of her ankles at the same time when our children were very small. Our Bible class supported me graciously with not only tons of prepared food, but also a freezer in which to keep the bounty. When my children were teens and acting out pretty badly as some teens do, my really good friends and agencies in the community circled around my wife and I. Their support helped us survive and maintain our own sanity.
I know I have received a lot of support throughout the years. I only hope I have been able to give back to others as much. For there to be balance in our world, there needs to be the receiving and giving of support. A “checkup” call to an aging neighbor is usually received as a precious gift. Slowing down our hectic pace to catch up on the activities of your neighbor’s children sends a clear message of sincere interest.
It doesn’t take much effort to thank the stocker at the store for handing you the peas. Listening graciously as granny complains again about the food at her care facility, means more to her than you probably realize. Such actions seem so small, but in today’s world, they are so important. Never underestimate the value of even the slightest display.
We are not meant to live in a vacuum. Our friends and our neighbors need our support in ways that in ages past seemed to come more naturally. Believe me… the idea of NO SUPPORT is not a pleasant thought. Just ask me and Myrtle.