Another episode in the soap opera that is my life . . .
Remember last week?
Well, this is what I look like today:
Not the red hair, but I'm definitely crying happy tears.
I shall explain.
After discovering that the flash drive I used was corrupt, I sent it off to a data recovery company in Florida. They were awesome and they did the best they could, but they told me a little while ago that they didn't think they would be able to help me. I tried not to get too down, but it was hard.
I did have an earlier version of the story burned onto a disk and I decided to pull it up and see how much work I would have to do to bring it back to how it was. I put the disk into the drive and went into my computer, and somehow clicked on the wrong thing. Up came a drive I didn't know existed, and there, sitting there, in all its glory, was THE BOOK.
I'm still in shock. We looked all over this computer. I looked everywhere I could think of. My husband looked all over the place. We thought the computer had been wiped clean. Not so -- the book was still there. That's right, the one I've been working on for years, the one that had hundreds of hours of research. The one that it would be almost impossible to recreate.
We had been told through countless prayers that the file would be recovered. When the guy in Florida told me that it wasn't possible, I was really wondering if I had completely misunderstood those peaceful feelings of the Spirit. Not so -- the answer just came in a different way than we had expected.
Miracles happen, guys -- they really do.