When I was first an employee of Carlisle Classic Homes I can remember telling Alex, one of the Project Managers there, that I loved demolition. “Don’t let Rob hear you say that,” he warned. The inference was that if the owner of the company were to find out that I enjoyed demolishing parts of structures as much as I do, that I would soon find myself busy doing nothing else. The phase of construction most populated with griping men tends to be the demolition phase. I still love it.
I am currently helping to renovate what had been a den for needle drug users in the city of Renton. One of four units, the apartment is the most run down structure I have ever been inside. I say that having spent the last year of my life in Albania; the second poorest nation in Europe. The human’s ability to destroy would be a fascinatingly complex study. People who do not check themselves are to their domiciles like sea water to the iron hull of a ship without zincs welded to it. We can ruin everything simply by being around it, entirely unintentionally.
For me this project has offered a chance to participate in the healing of something, but also to be creative. I have won the apartment owner’s trust, and so when I come up with a solution to one conundrum or another, he gets excited rather than defensive about moving forward. His excitement has me excited, so its a pleasant atmosphere for building. I should say that since arriving home I have been provided work as often as I have needed it. God’s provision is a joy to witness.
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