No Small Job

Yesterday we raked rocks and debris out of the yard all day. Half the day I was off on my own raking a back yard with no one really around. A nice older gentleman, by the name of Ken, came over to help me clear some of the debris I had raked. As we were loading it, I reminded him to not pile it too high as the wheel barrel would tip easily. He said to me, “Yeah, I don’t want to pull a Trevor!” It was time to rejoin the group before I missed any more.
I think some people were disappointed yesterday after they discovered that we would not be hammering and building the structure of the house. Luckily, I did not come into the situation with any prior expectations. I didn’t know what we would be doing; I just knew I would be sweating. They reminded us that all of the work we do is important and that a family could not inhabit the house until it was move-in ready. That means everything.
Today was a great day. Finally, I was done raking glass, rocks and old car parts…I had graduated to raking clay. It was a long day and I already had bruises between my thumb and finger from the day before. After spending the morning raking and digging trenches, we started to plant the landscaping. This is where everything starts to pay off. Sure, we were not providing people with a roof over their head, but we were adding the touch that changes their place from a house to a home. We added the comfort and the beauty. They will have a shine of pride in their eye after seeing the work that we did today. In the end, whether we give them a wall or a row of African Irises, it is all important stuff. We did a great job today.

Nicki