(sorry for the long posting, and i did not have time to go and highlight with colors or fancy fonts, but i wanted to post this before i forget or got too busy to...)
Habitat
Not to be confused with Les Habitants our Canadiens team...
a few months ago i'd signed up to volunteer a day with Habitat of Humanity with a group from my hockey rink. It's something i'd always wanted to do but never really made it a priority to be proactive and go and find out, so the opportunity arrived and sounded interesting.
on saturday, we had to arrive at Brisbane (about 45 minutes north of San Jose) at 8:30am - requires me to get up at 6:30am to get ready, thankfully the sky begins to lighten up as i step out into daylight. i used my survival instincts from our many annual Defiance of Winter BBQs (thanks Zibalatz!) and layered the heck out of the clothes - 5 top layers, 2 bottom layers and 2 layers of socks. Since we'd be outdoors and SF is known for foggy chilly weather, i was prepared.
after signing in and making name tags front & back on our hard hats, we congregated together in a group and waited for instructions. as luck would have it, instead of a typical full 8 hours, the Habitat was having a christmas party in the afternoon so we were only volunteering 4 hours.
I never knew this, but the people who will be living in these homes are families which are under bad circumstances but all of them having jobs. Each family (and their friends) are required to put in 500 hours of work into the housing projects. It's nice to know that the family who will live there are going to take pride because of the work they themselves put in, and that it isn't just a free gift and that they are really deserving.
the main Lead explained the 8 or so choices of tasks we can volunteer for, what they are, what type of skills it needs, and how many volunteers they need for each task.
Then the tasks gets divided as each task was called and volunteers raise their hands and the Lead would take the people they see first.
some types of carpentry project include getting on ladders and working upside down to put up some ceiling insulation, or following exact directions to put kitchen cabinets and put them up in the kitchen, or putting siding to deter termites around the houses, or making sure the new worksite has caution tapes of areas and grounds that are dangerous if people didn't know was there, to cleaning the almost finished units, to fence post painting/digging, and just regular digging
Being the most non-handy person i know, i was interested in either the cleaning or the painting tasks. Then i thought, how ironic it might be for me to clean when i have ignored all the cleaning tasks i do not do at home!!! So i figured i wanted to get the painting task.
when that task came around i put my hand up, but even though i was near the front, there were 4 women from the Muslim American Society who were all together and, well they needed 4 people so the Lead didn't want to seperate the friends.
now, we're all going to laugh at me, but the only task LEFT at that time was the digging one. WHAT? Amy? digging? no way you are shitting me!
the little group left followed our team lead Eric, who's pretty easy going guy, very chill.
i kinda felt bad for him, in our group of 7, 3 were girls and i know at least 1 of the girls is not handy! The other two were muslim women in their head gear, but probably a few years younger than me. they weren't thin waifs but the reality is most guys have way more muscle pure strength than women.
anyways, the manual labour we had to do, was continue digging this trench alongside the house for the gas pipe line to be put in. the ground wasn't easy to dig through unless you had a pick axe or a jackhammer.
and we had a jackhammer, so one person would use that to loosen the dirt, and some of us would shovel the dirt into the wheel barrel and then dump the dirt at the appropriate place (on the other end of the 5 house complex)
it's not easy! although it's certainly not like brain surgery. the narrow trench was about 15 inches deep already, and it's a lunge step to bend at the knees to scoop up the dirt from 15 inches below ground to above ground above wheel barrel height - the fencing task team were working behind us, so often the wheel barrel isn't even in a convienent place/angle.
i never thought i really could last 4 hours, but i did, it got easier and less painful. some of the guys 'escaped' to other tasks and wanted to blend in and join the less physical team. booo!
for the last hour, it was just me and the other 2 women taking turns, working the jackhammer and shovelling the dirt. amazingly we were all joking and having a good time, even though the jackhammer was darn heavy and we were all getting tired. we even worked out a good system to drill, scrap the dirt to the 3rd person who has the best angle to shovel the dirt into the barrel! i had to put all my body weight on one side of the jackhammer, then on the other, to loosen the dirt.
when we finally end for the day, i was sweaty and tired but had a lot of fun. I never thought i'd ever in my lifetime physically use a jackhammer! or work 4 hours doing digging and shovelling dirt, driving the full wheel barrel...!
when i was walking towards my hockey ground, some guy who was one of the other volunteers said "AMY!" and i looked at him and i think, i don't know you. he half turned from his group enthusiastically and said 'i just wanted to shake your hand, I saw the way you worked that jackhammer back there, GREAT JOB!' :) hahahaha
our hockey ground, tired and sweaty and muddy, decided to go to BJ's restaurant for a well earned lunch
i've experienced so much in that 4 hours. as a city girl, i never did construction or handy work; someone else was hired to do that. i've lived in many homes but all of them built well before my time and were finished by the time i arrived. i've hung pictures on the wall and put up coat hooks but never did i imagine i would be digging and using a jackhammer.
the feeling was so rewarding, the physical work where you can see your progress from when you got there and when you leave for the day. the pride in working with others for a common purpose bigger than yourself. the way we befriended each other and work together even though those muslim women and i probably had little in common.
not to say i wasn't sore from the day, or in pain when i lift my legs to get into the car, or my arms when i lift the fork of food into my mouth. (a nice hot bath did wonders though)
but it's such a fulfilling experience. i'm glad i didn't get the painting task i wanted (plus the girls who did get it, were covered head to toe in white paint). not only did i helped build something, but i did something totally i never thought i would or could do, and my stubborness actually worked out well (i did not let the heavy jackhammer control me!)
i definitely recommend doing this once in your life at least...