A Good Friend of mine: Hey man, we are having a our concrete patio enlarged. The Contractor wants to charge me $1200 to dig out the yard. Do you think you could help?
Me: Sure, no problem. When?
A Good Friend of mine: Saturday.
Me: I'll see you then.
I proceed to bring a $55,000 truck pulling a $5,000 trailer, with a $22,000 tractor loaded in it. Along with that, I have a $450 lazer, pipe glue, rakes shovels, fabric, and $1500 Compactor. We work 12hrs. We export 10 yards of material (which I took but did not want) and imported 1 yard of drain rock. I haul and do most of everything to include grading the yard, and installing a new french drain. All said and done have about 100 miles on the truck and 7 hours on the machine.
As I finishing binding the tractor down in the trailer and getting ensured that it is ready for haul out, I get a hand shake and a "thanks Man. I really appreciate it."
As I left driving down the road, I reflected on a few things in life.
1. I am Generally a helper. helping people brings me self worth and joy.
2. People dont understand the true costs of what I bring to the table (even with the small scale stuff that I have.)
3. There are damn few people that help me in return like I help others. (I am famous for constantly working on my rentals and being the guy to call if you need help, have construction related questions, or seek real estate advice.)
4. I am as of this moment, no longer free.
-That is not to say there are not people out there that at a moments notice I will not stop everything in my life and go help because they have done me a solid in the past and I owe them. But generally speaking, I am done being a charity. I often find when I am down and out working on something, I either need to pay someone to do it for me, or rely upon myself to soldier up and find a way ALONE ( while folks are all posting Selfie's on their day of lesiure.)
There is no scorched earth here, and none of this changes the relationship I have with my friend, but I think its time to start worrying about my own back yard in life and not someone elses. Perhaps I should have known this all along.
Me: Sure, no problem. When?
A Good Friend of mine: Saturday.
Me: I'll see you then.
I proceed to bring a $55,000 truck pulling a $5,000 trailer, with a $22,000 tractor loaded in it. Along with that, I have a $450 lazer, pipe glue, rakes shovels, fabric, and $1500 Compactor. We work 12hrs. We export 10 yards of material (which I took but did not want) and imported 1 yard of drain rock. I haul and do most of everything to include grading the yard, and installing a new french drain. All said and done have about 100 miles on the truck and 7 hours on the machine.
As I finishing binding the tractor down in the trailer and getting ensured that it is ready for haul out, I get a hand shake and a "thanks Man. I really appreciate it."
As I left driving down the road, I reflected on a few things in life.
1. I am Generally a helper. helping people brings me self worth and joy.
2. People dont understand the true costs of what I bring to the table (even with the small scale stuff that I have.)
3. There are damn few people that help me in return like I help others. (I am famous for constantly working on my rentals and being the guy to call if you need help, have construction related questions, or seek real estate advice.)
4. I am as of this moment, no longer free.
-That is not to say there are not people out there that at a moments notice I will not stop everything in my life and go help because they have done me a solid in the past and I owe them. But generally speaking, I am done being a charity. I often find when I am down and out working on something, I either need to pay someone to do it for me, or rely upon myself to soldier up and find a way ALONE ( while folks are all posting Selfie's on their day of lesiure.)
There is no scorched earth here, and none of this changes the relationship I have with my friend, but I think its time to start worrying about my own back yard in life and not someone elses. Perhaps I should have known this all along.