What do monsoons remind you of? What feeling do you get when you hear that first roll of thunder? The drops hitting the top of your roof?
My first thought goes to my grandparents. Every summer, my brother and I would travel from sunny southern California to good ole Phoenix to comprise some of the best memories of my childhood. A couple of decades ago it seems like monsoons were longer, stronger and more frequent. Whether its a fact or the perspective of a child, fond memories were made.
One of the most vivid memories I have takes place years ago, in a night similar to that of last night. Lighting, thunder, then the rain starts to come down. We sat in the dinning room watching it pour, and the patio started flooding. Being "the big helper" I thought I was, I didn't want the water to come into the house. My grandfather took me outside and we used push brooms to force the water away from the house. It was so rewarding, and I felt like I had made a difference.
As an adult, I look back and am thankful for such experiences. My grandfather knew the house wouldn't flood, but the sheer fact that he supported my choices, shaped who I am today.
Twenty years later, each time I hear that familiar sound, I am ready to grab that push broom and help when and where I can. I am so blessed to have the opportunity to be a part of a team and help those in need. To show that a client is more than just another job. To me, they are an extension of my heart, as we help put their life back together, memories are made.
So, dig deep into your memory bank, and share what that rumble means to you?
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