In October, I closed on a house for my mom around the corner from me. She was diagnosed with dementia back in 2014 and it was imminent she needed to downsize and move. In the next few weeks this will all become a reality. I wanted her as close to me as possible and when I saw this little gem the universe said, “BUY IT!”… so we did. Along with the purchase of her home came a pretty hefty project. The house required a total renovation. Overnight I was vetting contractors and then almost immediately, we were on our way. We took her future home down to the studs and on January 29th, my sweet mom will finally be an official resident of The LGP (that’s our little nickname for the town we live in, La Grange Park, Illinois)! For a fleeting moment I was terrified about this project, but after I hired Uriel and his designer daughter Adrianna, all of my worries went away. This father and daughter contracting and design duo have exceeded every expectation. Working alongside my own dad for the past 16 years has been nothing short of inspiring, I could feel their chemistry the moment we met. They were the obvious choice. As the project commenced, naturally, scores of different people walked through the doors and into my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be on the receiving end of some of the most incredible acts of kindness.
A few weeks ago I was directed by my contractor to have my cable provider sent out to pre-wire the home for cable and security cameras. Uriel wanted the cable to be run within the walls so when it came time to install the televisions, there would be no wires exposed. Having lived in old houses all my life, I didn’t know there was a difference. I had just assumed the cable strewn about was the only way. I did what I was told and set up the appointment. On the day of the hookup I went to meet the installer. We didn’t exactly get off on the right foot. According to the installer, he was not allowed to do what we were asking. “Company policy.” To clarify, I was asking him to crawl in the attic and run the cable within the rafters. He was insistent the cable would have to be run on the exterior. As we continued to talk, the installer’s partner appeared and our conversation took a pretty interesting turn. The gentleman understood my desire to have the cable pre-wired. On the other hand, I understood their circumstance as they assured me if their company allowed them to do what I wanted they would do it, but they could not. No big deal. If that was the biggest problem I had I wasn’t complaining. We decided that I would call back when the entire house was done and the gentleman would come back and install the cable… on the exterior. Moments later I heard the front door open and quickly close. There on the floor appeared a giant reel of cable. Not a word, not a bill, just the cable, sitting and waiting for someone to run it behind the walls, exactly as I had wished. It was as if those dudes knew my mom’s story. I don’t know, maybe they follow our blog. Nah. This is a direct result of what happens when you do something for love and nothing else. My cup runneth over.
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