We all have those memories in our lives that we can picture like they happen a minute ago. For me I had just turned ten years old and our family was sitting at the dinner table in 1967 when my father made the announcement to us all. “I quit my job today and I am going to become a builder”. All I remember after that is crying. I thought we were all going to starve. I didn’t care about the builder part, only that he quit his job and that to me meant something bad. As it turned out, it forever changed all our family’s lives and thousands of other families soon to follow.
My father and mother together built a company out of our home. The first home they built was across the street from where we lived and the second was down the street and soon there was an entire street of homes my parents company built. My father gets most of the credit for having become the builder, but my sisters and I know that my mother was his backbone. Their company hired hundreds of men and women and young people in the town over the years to build the homes for other families. They gave people an income and an education and the opportunity to be a part of the one of life’s most valuable experience…building someone else a home.
And for me, I learned the first principle of being a builder. If the things we build are for someone other than ourselves, we drink in life in its purest form.
Are you a builder? Please share with us your first memory when someone built something for you and changed your life.