Handyman

I have always enjoyed building things.My earliest memories are of my Dad building houses on Wade Street.Seeing that some how imparted to me that I could build anything.In Lexington at Josh and Ryan,s house my first project was a tree house minus the trees. I had gone almost 2 years without building anything but character. Every time I come up me and the kids find time to go there for a while and I am 10 again.My next project was a wall and door for their bedroom.I had to put in a light and a light switch as well.Of course I always called Joe -Jolene's Dad for electrical advice.It was one of the saddest calls we ever had-dementia had robbed him and all of us . Fortunately he had been a good teacher and like so much in life we have to figure things out on our own eventually.We tiled the bath room next.This weekend I put in a closet and pocket door.I crawled under the house and installed an outlet as my two doctor sons looked on and made comments about snakes-something was wrong with this picture. I got a chance to use my fancy nail guns-it only took me 58 years to catch up with technology.I am sure that their next house will be one that doesn't require any fixing up.It is kinda like being a parent-the kids don't need you as much as they move through life.Both sad and comforting at the same time. As I load my tools I realize this is probably my last project here.Then I hear Cash,Taylor,JJ,and Cooper playing in the backyard-they will all have houses and in 15 or 20 years they may have some projects-good thing I got those nail guns.

Memories

I was in the attic of my old office I had built in 1992.The task was to dispose of some files some dating back to November 1987. I opened the boxes and picked up the files-their faces came to life as I read each name.Betty had a son Timmy after everyone told her she never would. Teresa had headaches for years in a few weeks they were gone. Jerry literally crawled into the office and walked out.H e came every week for 10 years because he never wanted that pain again.Nancy was one of my first patients when I ran the office by myself.She would work for me for the next 10 years. Mr Knight couldn't breathe -I adjusted one of his ribs and he was normal again.I was privileged to do that sort of thing for 10 years. To be honest I took those tiny daily miracles for granted.As I read file after file it became a reunion of sorts.Thousands of people most of which I hadn't thought about in years-yet the sweetness of those experiences remained.People come into and out of our lives all the time.The trick is to live in the moment.After a few hours,I realized it was hot after the all the files were gone.I appreciated that time so long ago and I was thankful to the Lord above letting me spend a few hours there again".No one can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass or glory in the flower .It is for us the living rather to find strength in what remains behind'.