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In 1997, I was on a steam boat for a dinner cruise, I wore a loose sundress, open toed shoes and a gold cross necklace. As I leaned just a little bit over the rail I felt the chain of the necklace give and slip right off my neck, and made a mad grab at it (almost tossing myself off the Spirit of Portland and into the Willamette river.) My little treasure gone forever, just in a split second.

This morning, I had a similar sensation. I tried to boot up my laptop and it wouldn’t boot. The hard drive wouldn’t fire up, the fan didn’t come on, nothing. I turned it off and then back on, pictures of my children without backups or hard copies danced in my head taunting me, and I tried again with the on and off. And a few more times just for good luck. Finally, I put my palm over the hard drive (this is what I swear I once heard Uri Geller suggest this to a woman on a radio show) picturing an orange dot, and sending my intentions into the dot for the laptop to work.

It worked. I opened my eyes to the charming little “ba-do-da” of Windows booting up.

Weird huh?

So right now, at this very moment: I’m backing up my laptop, making a mad grab for all my pictures and documents (I can replace the programs) and wondering if I shouldn’t try faith healing my old toaster oven instead of resoldering the short.

Just for the record I’ve tried bending spoons (again ala Uri Geller’s instructions) with no success as yet. Coincidence or not, I’m thrilled to have this one last chance to copy the laptops contents.