Most days we've had three guys working, once we had four. The three young men pictured here are blessings. Two of them have been in our house every single day. Zak and Sebastian. They make me laugh when I want to cry and when I do cry, they help me smile again. I cannot express how much I appreciate these men. Yes, I realise I am just another customer in a row of them. Yet, when a group of people pack up clothes and books and stuff from a flood of crapwater, well, you just become friends.
These guys are better than friends. They are unsung disaster heroes. Blessings are found in many places, Z and S were totally unexpected. I can't give them more than hugs, but oh--I am so glad I can hug them and add then to my circle. Or is it a hexagon? Whatever it is, it better be purple!