So if you read my weekly column, you will know that one of the things I mentioned was my wonky internet service. If you don't read my column, let's just say that my Internet has a nasty habit of not working sometimes. It is frequent enough to be annoying.
And yes, I have called tech support. They give it a try, but it never seems to stay fixed. This as raised the ire of those living with me in the Ware household to the point they suggest I dump our current ISP and get a new one.
This is not something I want to do, if for no other reason my main email address is with this ISP and changing it is a hassle I'm steadily trying to avoid.
So, the column appeared on Saturday. Today, I get a phone call.
It is from my ISP. They are concerned about my problems. They intend to send over a tech to address the issue tomorrow.
I was surprised. I was polite. And, I'm a little scared.
You see, I didn't expect anything to come from those words. Okay, maybe some people saying they enjoyed the column, but nothing like this.
It reminded me that words have power. The things I type that get published, whether in a column or a short story or even a novel, can influence others. And I want to be careful with that, because I certainly don't want to send anyone down a wrong path because of what I've written.
Today my words might have helped me solve a problem.
What will they do tomorrow?