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The story of the hammer.
 

The story of the hammer.

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    • if I had a hammer, it would look like this.
    • But Who would trust me with a hammer?
    • i’ve never reall used one y
    • up to this point in my life i’ve managed quite well without a toolbox
    • When you’re an un-handy woman,you too will find that thumb tacks And Adhesive hooks can work wonders.
    • unfortunatel houses are not y built with sticky tack.
    • when i volunteered for habitat for humanity, i did not take this into consideration.
    • i showed up at the build site, bright eyed and bushy tailed. ready to build a house.
    • i imagined it would be just like making and decorating gingerbread houses. I w hoping to be in charge of lining the roof with gumdrops. as
    • one look at the height of the ladderclimb up to the roof, killed that dream. Fast.
    • instead I volunteered for the ‘ground crew.’
    • i quickl found out that the ground crew name is deceptive. y there reall is no standing on the ground. y
    • the ladders stand on the ground.we stand on the tippy top steps.
    • while we hammer.
    • above our heads.(notice the rock hard muscles this requires)
    • at first my hammering w comparable to chicken pecks. asPeck, Peck, Peck.
    • after out-pecking the hungriest chicken you could find the nail still didn’t budge.
    • i w then introduced to the hammer sWING. aspull her back.and let her rip.
    • my hammering then took on a rhythm:swing.miss.swing.miss.swing.miss.swing.hit.swing.miss.swing.miss.swing.miss.swing.hit.swing.miss.swing.miss.swing.miss.swing.hit.
    • slowl the nail inched it’s w y into the w y, a all.
    • and what seemed like hours later, (after more than a few thumb casualties)i had nailed the entire insulation panel to the wall.
    • i proudl ga a little fist pump in celebration y vea smile creeping onto my face.
    • as the build leader w alked by and sa my w w all. she frowned and shook her head.
    • not up and down with the thumbs up approv i w expecting al as
    • side to side(with an audible ‘oy vey’)
    • she quickl confirmed my growing fear as she marched over to the w y alland tore down my hours worth of work in a matter of minutes.
    • she told me to start again from the beginning.
    • so i did.peck. swing. peck. swing. peck. peck. peck.
    • side note: (twenty-five years old and still can’t find the hammer in this highlights hidden pictures)
    • i w the little chicken the could. asi nailed my second wall up like the best of ‘em.
    • and I ha a callus to prove it. ve best trophy ever.