Recently, in a concerted effort to get our house sold, we decided to have the carpet replaced throughout the house. If you've ever had carpet installed, you know it is mayhem. Everything in the rooms of your home displaced and moved from room to room. Workers in the most intimate parts of your home…for the entire day, if you have a lot of carpet. Ours took from morning until supper time, as we had the entire upstairs — 4 bedrooms, a loft, and 6 closets — to re-carpet. And for the entirety of our day, three men who we've never met, walked in and out of our closets, bedrooms, and through our front door.
Five of my young boys were home that day, and they looked on with wonder at the work being done, and the workers doing the work. These were men that didn't dress or talk like their teachers at school or church. These were men that took breaks outside in a cloud of smoke. These were men whose bodies were covered with images and words they don't see on their parent's arms and legs. These men worked hard and worked quietly, and like everyone else ... had a story. And that story was now spending a day in my home.
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