The car wouldn't start yesterday morning. I fiddled around and it started.
Sara has a pen that plays MIDI quality Elvis songs. She dropped it and it stopped working. At lunch, I made it work again.
My dad and I were making dinner and he broke the salad spinner. He went to check on the barbecue outside, muttering about how nothing ever lasts these days. When he came back, I had fixed it.
I make no claims to being a miracle worker, but bring me your broken things and I shall repair them. Also, I'd like to think I give pretty good massages.