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No Guarantee (by Danie)











I was thinking - a dangerous past time I know, but bear with me. When I was still an active mechanic working in my own workshop, we often had a customer who would want to save money on vehicle repairs, either due to lack of finances or because they thought vehicle maintenance wasn't that important. One way for them to save money was if they bought their own parts. Some vehicle parts can be exceptionally expensive, especially when they’re genuine manufacturer parts. Fortunately, most vehicles and trucks can be fitted with “aftermarket” parts which are just as good as the genuine parts. Sometimes these genuine parts are simply repackaged under a different brand. But then there are the really cheap-ass Chinese brands. So basically, you get what you pay for.

Our workmanship always carried a guarantee and my personal stamp of approval. Yes, mistakes are sometimes made – we’re only human, not gods – but owning up to a mistake is part of building lasting customer relationships. Before doing a specific job, Tanja would send the customer a quotation which needed to be signed and returned before we proceeded with repairs. We not only guaranteed our workmanship, but also the parts which we supplied. When customers asked if they could buy their own parts, that part of the guarantee fell away. Should a part be faulty (which did happen), they would need to exchange the part themselves, under the suppliers’ guarantee, and pay to have the repairs done again. So, in the end, it was much better if we took the whole guarantee on ourselves to save time and effort.

Still, you had customers buying their own parts, wanting to save where they could, and willing to take the risk. Some customers would ask what the cheapest way would be to do a repair? Now, if you knew me then, you would know that I was not the type of mechanic who took shortcuts. But the funny thing is that these same people would also ask what guarantee I would give them? And this was my infamous and original answer: A Cup-of-Boiling-Water guarantee. A perplexed customer would then ask what it entailed, to which I would respond: As long as you can dangle your loose (private) body part in a cup of boiling water, that’s how long the guarantee would be. So, either do the job right or leave.

Would you buy a new product if there was no after sales service, no guarantee? No, you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t buy a television, household appliances, furniture or a vehicle without knowing that you’re covered should there be any unforeseen problem. A guarantee gives you peace of mind. If the thing breaks it will either be replaced or repaired by the manufacturer. In other words, for a certain duration of time, breakages will be covered by the manufacturer.

Disappointingly, for us humans, there’s no guarantee when it comes to spare body parts or malfunctioning hard- and software. You get issued and have to make do with what you get - Any defects, grow with it. Any parts failure, live with it (or without it if you can). Total breakdown, bury it. It’s a Cup-of-Boiling-Water guarantee.

What is interesting about nature is that there are certain creatures that can re-grow their appendages: lizards never stop growing and can re-grow lost tails; starfish re-grow complete limbs and can even regenerate a completely new starfish from a broken off limb; certain worms can grow a new head; deer are the only mammals that can grow new appendages i.e. antlers. Unfortunately, humans, as intelligent and progressive as we may be, are not able to re-grow any appendages or organs, so if we ‘break’ we’re screwed. Our bodies are able to adapt in some cases but in other cases it can be fatal.

So where does the guarantee come in? Well, most people on earth are religious and believe that their faith will save them, and the guarantee will kick in some day after they die. Yet, should they be born with any defect or deformity or become terminally ill, there are no spare parts from the manufacturer. Repairs, if they’re possible, are given to “aftermarket” repairers. How can this be? Can a manufacturer make claims and then step back and say: “Make the best with what you’ve been dealt” with no guarantee?

Why then do millions of people give their money and their time and torment their souls when it’s only a one-way deal? I say it’s a raw deal! The gods are completely impotent, and yet man spends countless hours of his time and his money to keep his faith alive. All with no realistic guarantee!

Man can build great architectural structures and spacecraft that can take us to the moon and beyond. We make complex computers and robots and devise mind-blowing medical breakthroughs. We split the atom and we combine cells.  We invent and create, we probe and discover, we reason and evaluate. Yet, when it comes to religion, mankind is weak and helpless and totally vulnerable.

There are very few guarantees in life, so basically, it’s all in your hands. Life can change in an instant, in the blink of an eye. I have firsthand experience of this and I’ve witnessed it in many other people too – healthy today, dying tomorrow. I see it in world events – peace today, war tomorrow. I see it in the weather - sunshine today, hurricane tomorrow. In the blink of an eye – no guarantees.

I look at the diversity of mankind and also the similarities. We divide ourselves into groups, be it race or religion, and yet we’re all just striving to stay alive, striving to make ends meet, striving to be the master of our own destiny and not the slave. Since the earliest days of mankind, we’ve had to conquer fear and fight for survival. Everyone yearns for light, love, peace, happiness, contentment and yet when it comes down to brass tax, there’s no guarantee.

No, it doesn’t make sense to me. As far as I’m concerned and if it were up to me …

No guarantee - No sale!

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