So I got home, and not long after I'd gotten out of the shower we got a call that one of the men from our congregation had just had a heart attack. As I was digesting this news, I looked down and saw that Trooper had poured water all over my laptop keyboard while watching the Little Rascals.
The man who had the heart attack seems to be doing well, and I am SO glad, but the computer is dead. I'm hoping that drying it out will resurrect it, but my hope isn't strong.
All of this has (and I'll paraphrase from Alonca's Quest) 'led me to question my priorities, amongst other things'. A dead laptop seems like such a big deal. It is, in a way. First of all, I can't afford a new one, and second, resetting everything and getting all my files/passwords moved over from the old hard drive will be a major pain in the buttocks. But in light of a heart attack, a laptop is nothing. Our loved ones are so much more important than any gadget, convenience, or dream. If I never got to write again I would cry a lot, sure, but I could still be happy because I have a God who cares and people to love.
Forgive me for getting sappy and long winded. It's just been that kind of night. Oh, and the title of this post-well, let's hope they don't really come in threes.