This is a scenic shot of one of my granite customers in the Bahamas.
It made me realize that our work lives are a small portion of why we’re here on this planet. Many people would trade the fifty years in the system for a few short years living on an island paradise eating grapes.
Hopefully in our lives, we’ll all have the opportunity to sample both at one time or another.
I miss the Bahamas so much. I’d love to just live there forever. I will go back to Atlantis one day!
Yesterday night I posted a picture of the view of one of my client’s houses in Nassau in the Bahamas.
Later the next day, we found that one of his employees had been taken to jail for possessing a gun. He was 19 years old and as we drove up to the worker’s driveway I had a sinking feeling.
We sat and drank tea with his mother while Indian music blasted behind us. Without his work she would not be able to survive. The money we dropped off, which I originally thought was “bail money” was actually to bribe the sheriff to let him go.
Outside no less than a dozen young kids played while eating from closed-cell extruded polystyrene foam containers.
His worker was out of jail by the end of lunch time.
I also don’t know what’s going on with my hand right there.]
P.s That’s my Daddy. He’s a BAMF.