There are those moments in life
Where you really understand how well looked after you are.
When I was a pup of a robot programmer, I did some pretty interesting things- some of them, I was told, were impossible. But like a bumblebee, I wasn’t well educated, so I did them anyway, and customers far and wide are still using those processes I wrote long ago.
None of this is me, of course. I owe all those skills to the Creator, and Saturday he reminded me I was in no ways responsible.
A very good friend and sometime hunting companion put his hands on a used robot of a fairly decent vintage, but in unknown condition. We got it some power, and it acted like it wanted to come online, but it wouldn’t get past the boot monitor.
There are procedures to resolve this. I knew what they were 20 years ago, but I’m damned if I remember now. But i did remember. I reinitialized the control and reloaded software and in almost no time I had it online and working properly.
Left to my own devices I would never have remembered that crap. It’s like having someone tell you how to build a submarine and having to remember it all and not leave anything out after only hearing it once and letting twenty years pass. It all came back, though, and it worked, and even I don’t fully undertstand just how miraculous it was. My friends, of course, took this all in stride and assumed it was just me knowing what I’m doing.
But I know better.
Cool. The serendipity happens a lot to me. Mind kind of kicks into overdrive and you see more the who is asking for help.
God is good. All the time.
Yeah, that’s the hardest thing to explain to people: how you learned all the stuff you do.
Machines have always been pretty much effortless for me; it’s a rare thing that takes me any brainpower to understand, and when that happens it’s usually because whoever designed the thing was an idiot.
It’s a talent which can only come from one place.
That is kind of like me repairing a rotted or damaged curved transom on a sailboat. I’ve done that to probably two dozen or more in the 35 working years of my career. Then when it’s all done and looks like it’s supposed to, I stand there admiring it in awe. Not because I’m so damned good, but because I was used as the instrument. I’ve got a few pictures of repairs I did on boats which remind me of the talent God gave me and the opportunity he afforded me to develop and use it.
That’s probably why I always had a job I’d have done for free if I had had to.
Credit where credit is due.
In this world, that is so refreshing.
Ii went through that typical time as a teen where I thought I was too damn smart. (you know, during the same period my parents got suddenly slow and stupid). It all got put into perspective when I was a very young bride and I went to the university where my father was a professor in the robotics department. In the lab, was a robotic arm that would play ping pong with you, and win. It was built by a freshman. At that moment I realized that I actually was pretty dense, and thanked God for what little wit I had. We all are given different talents, to different degrees, the only shame is in not using them.