My little brother and I (and my two sons) worked yesterday at my rental property in a small community near here. There has been a lot of rain all over the area, and the rental was no exception. It rained so much that the cellar and crawl space under the house flooded. This is no small matter, as when it flooded, it also knocked loose some support for the house and one floor began to sag.
Yesterday was fix-up day. We all four went there and opened the door only to find three feet of water in the cellar. We pumped that out, then found up to a foot of muck on the floor. Nothing to do but to start shoveling and bucketing the muck up and out.
We worked like that all morning, alternating doing that with fixing the guttering and drainage around the place. In the afternoon, we had enough shoveled out that we were able to have some working room and installed a beam that would raise the floor back and provide the proper support.
Soggy, muddy, filthy, tired and hurting, we were all worn to a frazzle.We were happy to load up and head home. On the way, by brother said something to the effect that this had been absolutely the worst job he has ever had to do. He then said something about being glad, in one respect, that he did this because it showed him that he was willing to do something that not everyone would be willing to do.
I understand that attitude, and would add that he even did it for someone else and not himself...and did it with humor and attention to the job.
Such a quality is increasingly rare these days. It's nice to be part of a family that cares and truly loves each other. Thanks.
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