As I sit here and process everything that has taken place in the past week, the one word I keep returning to is service. Service to a community devastated by a flood and just wanting to move forward. Service to a team of people who most of the time you have never met but who immediately become family.
Service to self in that I refuse to stand idly by while people suffer or are in need of help.
Being currently between careers I suffer from having lost a sense of purpose. A sense of service to something greater; Team Rubicon gives me just that. The work was hard, make no mistake about it, whether it was digging out a basement full of mud, or mucking out mold infested drywall you will sweat and be sore, and it will at times feel tedious.
With that said, the service we provide to homeowners and what we actually do for them while is financially measurable in terms of dollars cannot be measured in the peace of mind we provide.
As we were leaving one of the last houses we worked on, a homeowner called us heroes. As she was hugging us with tears in her eyes, she told us they would have lost the house to mold if we didn’t come to help. That moment solidified that I had found the sense of service and purpose I looking for.
I will be part of the TRibe for a long, long time.