One Day... or Uno Dia...

There were several hispanics (who spoke mostly Spanish, I think they were Mexicans) who I didn't get their names who were replacing my roof over several days. After the third day, they were sitting in the shade of the sole tree in our front yard. We were all killing time waiting for their boss to show up since the job was complete. I brought them a couple beers since it was nearly 100 degrees that day. We started off with small talk. I always enjoy talking to people of other nationalities. I don't know if they were illegals or legally here. I didn't ask. It wasn't important to me.

We eventually got into talking about the economy and politics. Another favorite topic for me with people from other countries and backgrounds. We spoke in English though I have expanded my Spanish vocabulary and can communicate decently with Mexicans and other hispanics. We talked about how American's are greedy and ungrateful and unappreciative with what they have, and always want more. We discussed how they all want office jobs and want to sit around and do nothing all day long but click on a keyboard, checking their Facebook and MySpace pages, while getting paid a ridiculous hourly rate. We talked about how hardworking Hispanics are much more appreciative to have a job working on a roof in the 120 degree heat while wearing jeans on so you don't scrape your knees. We talked about how the Hispanic workers get all of the construction jobs not necessarily because they work harder, but because they COMPLAIN LESS. Having run a construction business for nearly a decade, we were in complete agreement and here I am, once the CEO of a company that employed mostly white Americans. I understood and was in complete AGREEMENT how completely LAZY Americans, especially upper class Americans, had become. Capitalism: A Love Story, illustrates the problems with businesses in America today.

We continued to discuss things. We talked about how I wanted to move to Texas. I continued to tell them about how inexpensive properties in Dallas and Fort Worth were. Our home is two stories, about 2400 square feet and a much larger than average sized yard. I explained to them how the same house in Texas, with a pool and hot tub and tons of stone work, like an outdoor fireplace, would cost less than mine. Then the Mexican, who spoke the most English between the three amigos, said, “One Day...” I looked at him and said, “Si, one day......” To this day, the phrase, “One Day...” still means all of the things that you still have not obtained yet, you can still work hard over time to obtain. This Mexican completely summed up in two words, exactly what I agreed with them all along. I was an “Outsider” just like them, I disagreed with mainstream American's points of views.

My son is at the age where he knows his alphabet, he knows how to write it, he just doesn't know how to spell anything. He is constantly putting letters together, but they never end up spelling anything. He always wants me to write his friends names. Today my son asked me how do you spell, "One day... I am moving to Texas." It choked me up, he is just shy of being 5 years old and not only did he have his own, "One day...", he had the same one as me. I didn't realize that a four year old already had such big dreams and visions.

Texas is where that money was supposed to take us. It was supposed to get us to Texas where we could have a fresh start on life and I could put the fence building days behind us. I breathed enough of those chemicals and I just wanted to never deal with it again. He asked me earlier today about what happened, I told him I would explain about all that chaos: "One Day..." I'm working on a webumentary ya know. A collage for you to know all about that behind the back love I have for you both.

Dear Lord, thank you for giving me the strength and the conviction to complete the task you entrusted to me. Thank you for guiding me straight and true through the many obstacles in my path. And for keeping me resolute when all around seemed lost. Thank you for your protection and your many signs along the way. Thank you for any good that I may have done, I'm so sorry about the bad. Thank you for the BEST friend I made. Lord, please watch over her as you watched over me. Thank you for finally allowing me to rest. I'm so very tired, but I go now to my rest at peace. Knowing that I have done right with my time on this earth. I fought the good fight, I finished the race, I kept the faith. --The Book of Eli One day... AMEN.

As Mr. Mayhem knows, Uno dia comes on a daily basis.