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  • The houses they built are made of silica, cement, water, other agents and most importantly, their sweat. Everyday, thousands of men and women of all ages wake up every morning to leave the safety comfort of their homes behind to make homes and other buildings for others. They know not what lies ahead of them when they step out. Pleasant days (climatically speaking) are few in this tropical country so they have no choice but to befriend the sun and the soil to be generous to them.

    I remember how nice, soft and beautiful my feet feel after a pedicure and I see these wonderful, beautiful people whose cracked, dried feet are much more beautiful than mine for every crack is a witness to their hardwork. Their hands stand testimony to their acceptance of destiny. Their gorgeous muscles flex to the maximum everyday and without a complain.

    When they have their food, they know they earned it with each muscle on their body and each drop of blood and when they lay their heads on hard pillows and sometimes no pillows, it takes little time for their tired beings to slip into the most delicious of slumbers and in that way perhaps comes the zeal to go after life once more the next day - to do whatever it takes to earn a living and respect.

    I am thankful to all those construction workers I have never met but who made homes and offices for me to live and work in. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I thank you and am indebted to you. You are God's angels whose purpose is to bless the lives of we ordinary human beings. Thank you for blessing me with shelter. A million thanks.
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