They arranged us into groups and indeed, I was going to do roofing. But due to a lack of supervisors (and ladders), I went to do "landscaping" (some IBM zealots were really into roofing). Basically, we had to spread about 10 huge mounds of sand and dirt over the backyards of completed houses. I quickly took on wheelbarrow duty and moved what seemed like 200 wheelbarrows full of heavy sand by the houses. We completed that before lunch. Then we dug post holes for the fence behind the houses. The top soil was soft and easy -- but a foot down it was heavy, thick clay. But we made great progress and completed many pieces of the fence line.
But now, my body aches. The wheelbarrow duty was torture on the arms and shoulders. The digging ripped my back and arms again. I am so damn sore, I am afraid I will not be able to move tomorrow. Anyone who does this kind of work regularly (including the Habitat supervisors) is amazing. After not sleeping last night (nervous energy!), I am expecting to collapse any minute now.
The highlight was meeting Latetia.
Originally from New Orleans East, she lost her home and her business (she owned a beauty salon). Habitat owners have to put in 350 hours of "sweat equity" before they get their house and she was starting today. Her spirit was so great-- she had no bitterness over what happened, was so kind and appreciative, and was so eager to learn about how her house was being built -- that working hard knowing it helps her was a pleasure. One of the reasons I love this city is that New Orleans natives are always so pleasant and friendly. And Latetia was a prime example. People like her are why I am here, even if she can't paint. Good luck Latetia!
2 comments:
Maybe you should rethink your stubborn idea of refusing to take pills and invest in a bottle of Motrin!
Good on you, Jim.
Hey...when you are done, stop by Raleigh...I'm sure Chris would LOVE to put you to work in the Community Garden!
Just remember...that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
Props to you 'bro.
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