The furnace room. I'm sure it's in there somewhere. |
Slowly my kids and I managed to make progress going through the smaller items and the basement began to look better. Not much better, but there was a noticeable improvement. Even so, there were boxes piled haphazardly on top of one another and more boxes and junk spilling out of shelves. To make matters worse, these were large, heavy boxes. We were getting there, but we needed help.
Now, I am not exactly what could be considered young. Though I don’t like to think about it, AARP began soliciting my membership a few years ago. So when I looked at my neighbor’s teenage son CJ, a muscular 6 foot 4 inch, blond-haired, blue-eyed, football and basketball champion and all around great athlete with a winning smile and several college scholarships to choose from, I was not thinking what the girls in his high-school senior class were thinking. I was thinking, “Hey, I bet this guy could take on some serious heavy lifting!”.
And so it came to be that we enlisted CJ’s help. And what great help it was. CJ lifted, he hauled junk up the stairs, he loaded my car full of items designated for goodwill, and even filled up HIS family’s van and took our junk to the dump.
I would not have been able to clear out the basement or get as much accomplished in the garage if I had not had CJ’s help. In addition, I don’t know how many times I have looked out my window during the past year to find CJ or his dad mowing my lawn or shoveling my driveway before I ever had a chance to ask. It doesn’t get much better than that.
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