Graham Snyder is the owner of Snyder Tree Service, and I have the pleasure of being his neighbor.
Hard-working, honest, loving family man if ever there was one. Yes, and inspiration in more ways than one.
When he showed me the broken trailer, my first impression was, "that can be fixed." Graham was not so sure, but he was willing to let me give it a try.
I had already built a trailer from scratch, and this did not seem more complicated than that.
Graham was right there with me through all the decisions about how to fix it and whether to paint it or not and, was a godsend when it came to flipping the thing around so we could work on it.
If it's made of metal, you can get that anywhere, but if you're looking for exceptional customer service, High Tech Metals is the place to go. Always a pleasant greeting, tolerant of my newbie questions, and willing to listen to my hair-rained ideas.
A large assortment of parts and services in addition to new trailers.
I draw my inspiration for rebuilding equipment from several YouTube players.
Jesse Mueller is A dedicated family guy with the persistence of a pit bull
Andrew Camarata A no-nonsense approach to making things work is probably paternal DNA
IC Weld is An artist with a torch and a great attitude about getting business done.
On Fire Welding Burning wire, sticks, diesel, and daylight
Cutting Edge Engineering Never mind the fantastic video and attention to precision; the star of this channel is the safety officer.
It’s my hope those reading this will visit these channels and find inspiration to do something you have never attempted before.
Many other brilliant creators inspire me to get off my ass and do something, but these are my top five players.
Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when the dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also that life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”
But I say, not in sleep but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
Kahlil Gibran - 1883-1931