Thursday night and all is well.  On Monday I spent the day mixing, pouring and finishing concrete.  Hard work to say the least.  Someone asked me that evening if I enjoyed concrete work.  I replied, “Of course not…I can think of about 100 different things I’d rather do that finish concrete.”  But here’s the point…pouring concrete is just a small part of a bigger picture.  I don’t necessarily like some of the work but I sure do enjoy seeing a family moving into a new dwelling.  I think about it like this…. I cannot imagine eating a handful of dry flour…or a handful of butter…or a handful of all the stuff that you put in a bowl to make biscuits…But when you mix all that together, cut them into small circles and put them in the oven for a while…the end result is delicious.  All the work that goes in to coming to another country for a week…leaving your family, doing work you’re not used to, sleeping in a bunk bed, sharing a bathroom, sleeping in the room with people who snore louder than the fan we brought to drown them out, none of that is really thrilling.  But the end result is more than fulfilling.  So, I am happy to have been a part of a wonderful week.  I will be back.  mm