My tech guy, Rick, (see PeninsulaTech in sidebar) completed revamping my website and blog page a couple weeks ago. He was finishing up the amazing transformation of my online presence when he decided he’d like to add one more little thing.
Involuntarily, I cringed. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s great just the way it is. Really. Don’t press your luck.”
The words were hardly out of my mouth when, you guessed it, the page went totally blank, except for one black line of gibberish across the top. I couldn’t make heads or tails out of anything but the first two words: Fatal Error.
No two words have ever wrapped my heart in ice quite as quickly. Fatal Error! OMG!
I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing. I mean, errors are just errors, and anyone can make mistakes, but this one clearly said FATAL. And fatal means deadly, mortal, lethal—none of which sound like any good can come of them.
So I did what anyone with my aversion to technology would do. I left the room.
Fortunately, Rick DOES know what all that other gobbledygook means, and in not much time at all, my site was fully restored. (Otherwise, you might not be reading this!)
So I learned that fatal doesn’t necessarily mean fatal, and what you think may be lost forever may be just temporarily inaccessible. And that, my friends, is a very good thing to know!