Roger Bond-Choquette took a concrete shower when the plastic can (balde) he was carrying lost its bottom. He ¨jerked and cleaned¨ many baldes of concrete and mixed rock and sand (hormigon).
Peter Johnson, our tallest worker, stooped to mix concrete with the rest. When the Deacon, exhausted with his 50 shovelfuls, looked up, there was Peter, ready to take over.
Adam Triplett noticed that the Deacon was given a wire cross by one of the local shop-owners, and he looked about the worksite for piece of string strong enough to serve as a necklace. Talk about shopping local!
Joe DeWulf is on his way to being a doctor. He was ill today, but was an accurate diagnostician of his symptoms.
Ben Jackson, in imitation of the Incan postal runners, went back to the work site during lunch to see if the new load of hormigon had arrived (it had not). Then after lunch he ran back again to those of us still walking to tell us that it had. That´s dedication!
Jimmy Wentworth was a Mini-Percy today, showing his furious cement-mixing skills and (almost) keeping up with Marcelo (Read Marcelo´s story in a subsequent entry). Jimmy took a break to play marbles with the kids, even designing a mini-pool table for them.
Blake Senn, contrary to what others might think, did NOT break the whellbarrow, although he carried just about every load of sand that Percy didn't. His silent dedication to the job is a great example to the others.
Glad to hear that Blake didn't break the wheelbarrow. Sounds like all of you are working very hard. I'm so proud of them. It's really great to see what a difference you can make in someone's life by giving of yourself. These are memories and lessons that they will carry with them for the rest of their lives. Keep up the great work! We are very proud of you and love hearing about your adventure.