Blitzes are intense. I find myself wandering following my name being called out from room to room to answer questions. I often forget where I'm going or what I'm going to get amid the confusion.
On Tuesday during this myriad of construction I was called outside. At first I didn't know what was going on, I saw an elderly gentlemen in a baseball cap. And then I realized who it was. It was Jim and he wanted to shake my hand. I came down the front steps and reached out my hand. Unknown to me at the time one of my volunteers had a camera out at the right time.
We chatted for a second and I asked him if he'd help me finish putting the tar paper on my roof.....I'm not sure the secret service liked that. (Although he does put in his time in construction during the week)
He is a good man. I don't know much about his presidency, I was only a baby when he was in office. But his dedication to humanitarian efforts has definitely made him a role model in my world.
It was an honor to meet him. With 4800 people on site he only gets to interact with a fraction of them. Previously in 2005 the closest I got was this photograph:
But on the last day of the blitz my volunteers brought me this framed photograph.
It's a perfect shot. Construction in the background, Tiffany our family partner on the stairs, sawdust in my hair, my arm rippling with veins as if it was made of bronze and our hands just at the moment of interlock.
I know it wasn't exactly easy for them because they had to take a cab to the store after a long day of being slave-driven, and so I am even more thankful for it.
More motivation to get some drywall up!