Utes

It seems appropriate to speak of the “utes” since it was in the South that My Cousin Vinny took place.

Our nine “utes” are now gone and we miss them. Their work ethic and good humor made them a joy to have on the work site and back at the dorm. I feel that they learned a lot about painting and hammering and have some real skills. They accomplished a great deal. One group painted the entire inside of a 1400 square foot home in two days. The group also completed the nailing down of the deck sheets on the new home in a few hours. They never seem to quit.

They looked after each other and made sure that each was included. They led us in singing grace three times and one did grace by herself twice. One night they stayed up past lights out at 10 watching a movie. Not one person heard them when they went to bed.

It is interesting to hear the adults talk about how hard the “utes” work and yet the adults down here are working just as hard. Some times the exceptional becomes common and we fail to notice it. We noticed our “utes”.