Dear Mr. WD...aka...hard drive,

I have had a huge problem trusting things, especially one of your nature. If you remember the reason you came about...because my last laptop's hard drive fried to a crisp. Something had to be done. I got your co-worker, laptop No. 2, which has been running great and doing his intended part of the work. But, even though he was new, fresh and full of space, I still had a hard time trusting him. I hesitated putting my hard work on there, which you know included digital scrapbooking tools, photography shoots, completed scrapbook pages, and most importantly, family memories. Because my hesitation got the best of me, I relied on you to carry and store these valuable items. I trusted you!
Now, one might say it is my fault, which partly it is. I should have had a backup. That is what you were supposed to be right? Well, I didn't trust Laptop and Mac as much as I trusted you. When Laptop and Mac got too "full", they quit working as effectively; hence, my reason for putting everything on you. You had plenty of space, 500 GB with 380 GB remaining.
I don't completely blame you. It may not have been your fault. Mac doesn't get viruses, that is why we purchased him. He made us feel safe, like nothing could harm him. However, I wasn't aware that you could still receive a bug by being hooked up to him while he was browsing the internet.
I am probably most disappointed with myself. This has happened to me before. The quote: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on ME!" is constantly ringing in my head. I cry different tears. Some because I am mad at you. Some because I am mad at me. And some because I am distraught about what I have lost. All my hard work GONE!
Yes, I can move on from here. Start over with the scrapbook pages....can't...don't have MOST of the pictures to do this. I don't want to start over and I don't want to move on. I am holding on to a glimmer of hope that you will come back to me. PLEASE come back to me.
I have been so concerned by your sudden "death" that we have called a specialist to help. Free examination and then could be up in the $100's to retrieve the hard work I trusted you with. Now I cry tears of deciding whether or not it would be worth it.
My conclusion through all of this chaos: I relied and trusted you TOO much. You were my friend. You were the only one I trusted to store my hard work. But, now I realize, I should only trust Mr. CD! At least he likes being burned!

Please come back!

Mandie