When I'm trying to fix one thing, I usually break another.
For example, while wiring a CD player for Jill's van (our first auto CD player!), I plugged the connector in wrong and had to pull it out. As I pulled, two tiny wires popped out of the plug like plucking dandilions. What should have taken two hours took four, because I had to replace those delicate little wires first before I could get back to the original installation.
You could tell the old mechanic joke on me: Gave two hunks of galvanized steel to the mechanic. Came back the next day and he'd lost one and broke the other. That's me. I have hard contacts. A few years ago I literally broke one and lost the other within a week's time.
Yep, many times in my life I've broken something in the process of "repairing" something else. Anyone relate? Our lives are full of frustrating broken places, whether by our own fault or with the "help" of someone else. Sometimes we labor to patch the places we've broken in order to get back to the business of our original installation--our dominant vision or mission.
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