Today, I took a screwdriver to my computer housing and opened her up. Today, I viewed her innards and saw a sea of circuits and wires—things that frightened me. Today, I took a stick of memory and gently snapped it exactly where the instruction manual told me to, I did not force. Today, I replaced all the parts exactly as I found them. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I turned on my new—working-much-much-better—machine.

Today . . . I am a man.