Meeting the Home Owners

When I first learned of our homeowner, it was on a scrap of paper. We received a full biography of Chiquita and her son Chase minutes before we arrived at our work site. The first two days were basic service: skimming, sanding, skimming again. But after the second day, the Chiquita and her son stopped by to see their nearly finished house. The work became real at that moment. I realized that the mindless work I had quietly complaining about in the back of my mind was stupid. I realized that because of the work I was doing, that boy would have a room all to himself right down the hall from his mother. I liked that feeling.