So here we were, a couple of circus strongmen, just going along with life as it came to us. We loved showing off how strong we were to appreciative onlookers! The gasps as we lifted things beyond the ken of mere mortals were extremely satisfying!
Even more satisfying were the doubters in the crowd who would snicker “Yeah, the weights are probably made of Styrofoam.”
We’d invite them to try to pick up our props and enjoy watching their eyes bulge out as they tried to lift things we had made seem effortless. (Insert small, self-satisfied smirk here.)
But one day, the circus ended, and our jobs were gone. There were no longer appreciative crowds to gaze upon our feats of strength. The days wore on as we tried to figure out what to do with ourselves.
I’d lift a sofa over my head, but there was no one to gasp in awe. My partner would bench press the freezer, but there was no satisfaction in the act without an audience.
Then one day Mary, our elderly neighbor, came by and asked if we two burly guys would mind moving her refrigerator while she cleaned behind it. Mind? Hah! We couldn’t get there fast enough! I held the fridge aloft as Mary swept, then mopped where the fridge went, then gently set it down. “My, you boys certainly are strong” she cooed, as she offered us tea and cookies. It felt so good to be appreciated again!
Mary, in her wisdom, said to us “Since you lost your circus jobs,I am sure there are lots of people who would pay you to help
- Yard debris
- Hot tubs
- Swing sets and playscapes
- Sheds and outbuildings
- Scrap Metal
- And more!