Jim was a big bear of a man…tall, large, loud, boisterous. One Sunday he stopped me after church, to ask if I’d like to work for him that summer, building houses. I jumped at the chance.
The next morning, I met Jim at the designated jobsite. I climbed out of my car to face a pile of lumber beside an empty concrete slab. Jim looked up from pulling tools and equipment out of his truck to ask, “Do you have any tools?”
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