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I used to work some labor jobs when I was younger and the illegal immigrants who worked alongside of me were my favorite people. I would bring a ton of scrambled eggs and sausage and they would bring tortillas and sauces and vegetables etc and we would feast at lunchtimes. looking back my fondest memories were working with those people. I have always gravitated towards minority groups and had better experience with them overall. vietnamese, chinese and mexican's alike.
later in life I had to help out a woman who was a hoarder and who had let her entire basement turn to mold and rot. there were a lot worse things down there too. they had been defecating in buckets down there for months and that was after they allowed the toilet and bathtub to fill up.. it was the worst thing I have ever done in my life.... it was charity work... I was not getting paid. I ended up hiring some guys from in front of the home Depot willing to do the work and they were freaking fantastic and amazing men.
I was pretty low on this job... I knew the woman and it was heartbreaking she had liven in the squalor that she did... I could not do it myself and NO american crew would have been willing to do it aside from hazmat.
these guys... the way they spoke to me and the bond we had while doing this work... talking trips to the dump etc. it was amazing. I felt gods presence that whole day with them and they did too. mutual goodwill etc.
I will miss those kinds of people.
later in life I had to help out a woman who was a hoarder and who had let her entire basement turn to mold and rot. there were a lot worse things down there too. they had been defecating in buckets down there for months and that was after they allowed the toilet and bathtub to fill up.. it was the worst thing I have ever done in my life.... it was charity work... I was not getting paid. I ended up hiring some guys from in front of the home Depot willing to do the work and they were freaking fantastic and amazing men.
I was pretty low on this job... I knew the woman and it was heartbreaking she had liven in the squalor that she did... I could not do it myself and NO american crew would have been willing to do it aside from hazmat.
these guys... the way they spoke to me and the bond we had while doing this work... talking trips to the dump etc. it was amazing. I felt gods presence that whole day with them and they did too. mutual goodwill etc.
I will miss those kinds of people.
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