Trust...........

[Jen]

(photo of Jana Mashonee)

 

[Days]

hey Jen,

34 years ago, I had a new house mate for the summer after my freshman year at Indiana University. The owner of Power Climber was training up his nephew from South Africa in the scaffold business, and our new dealership was his first training post. Harold and I made the best of it.

25 years ago, my dad asked me to design a drum hoist for permanent installation window washing equipment on high rise buildings. It was not that easy. But I toiled on it over the years, long after I left the industry. No one had any interest in my drum hoist design, no one believed it would work, and frankly, I was never able to figure the monster out... it was hard.

8 months ago, we picked out a career path for my high school freshman son and lo and behold it was engineering and he is taking autocad right now. I decided to show him my hoist designs (meaning I scritch-scratched ideas on paper; the beast is merely delusions floating in my mind) and as I attempted to explain the design I got interested in it again and found my self wrestling with it all year. As the weeks went by, I kept making inroads on the design and by years end, I discovered I had/have a working design.

A week ago, I dug up Harold after over 30 years and told him about it. I have this one taxi customer that is a corporate lawyer and he kept encouraging me to give it a try. Harold asked me to put together some sketches to show him what the design is. I'm working (sort of) on those now.

It would be pretty cool to invent the first super high rise scaffold hoist. Those kind of things only happen if God makes them happen, but it might just come to pass... Harold has a zeal for investing and is a force in the industry in his own right. My brother in Michigan still manufactures davits and other roof rigging, this could be a boon for him to pitch a system to the really tall skyscrapers on the planet. Business generally sucks anyway, so it should be worth a shot... Harold would be building the hoists, I would be a junior partner in my own corporation, but I sure don't have the money to build the beast. For me, the wonder of it all would be to see the hoist become a reality.

then I opened up your post and pondered the idea of the timing...

my household has a saying that my wife taught us; "everything in God's time"

keep the faith

~Days

 

[Jen]

I have been amazed at the things in my life that have come to me at just the right time. Today I was having a conversation about that with my daughter. She is applying to Rutgers for her doctorate and things aren't going exactly smooth at this moment. I told her to take the steps she sees now, and if it's the right thing/ the right time, she will get in, if not she won't...........but not to fret either way. I gave her the list of just some of the things in my life that have seemed to be impossible...........until the time was exactly then they happened (those truly impossible things) like gliding on smooth ice.

After I had my conversation with my daughter, I opened up Facebook and saw the picture I posted. Not only was it the truth I had just spoken of in my conversation with my daughter, but it was the singer with the amazing voice that Wahbooz linked to me here last night. So I knew it belonged here on PJ too........... maybe it was aimed directly at you for your encouragement. Who knows?

Timing is everything. I believe in Karma/ Fate.........or as I call it "God".

Jen

 

[Days]

We looked for an apartment anywhere we could in all six counties of the Chicagoland area... for 10 years... we could not find anything but rat holes within our reach. Then suddenly our landlord's sister sent us an eviction notice; she meant it for the neighbor, but was too much of a snob to admit a mistake so she backed it up with threats; even though we had never been late with the rent once in ten years. So we went out looking again and finding nothing again... and we were flat broke. But the schools where we were at were killing my kid. At the end of another fruitless day of searching I was driving home and the holy spirit told me to circle back and look at these condos, and there was no time to spare to get my little guy from school, but I shot in there anyway, and the girl in the office informed me that these were privately owned and what I wanted was the huge apartment complex next door, but the holy spirit didn't point me at those, so i told her that i just wanted to learn about this complex and thanked her and left... but as I was leaving she mentions that one owner might be looking to rent his place and his number is on a slip by the door (he had told her only to refer quality people) ... and we got the place because the owner was a broker and I was a LO, so he didn't put me through the same paces that the rathole apartment managers were doing. The better schools out this way saved my son. There was no way to get another rathole apartment and instead we ended up getting a nice place to live. All I said to my wife when I came out with the slip from the office was "God is great" and drove off to get my son from school. Every day I live here, I repeat it, God is great. He does wonderful things. His ways are higher than our ways, and he cares about the sons of men.

I'll pray for your daughter, too. My wife scolded me for piping on about my hoist, but it wasn't so much about my hoist, but the way way God does stuff in our lives at just the right time. He knows what we need and when to give it to us. Some times that means a furnace of affliction, but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. (somewhere in psalms)

 

[Jen]

That is amazing. Similar impossible things have become possible in my life too. I could call it just plain coincidence or the usual sort of thing that happens, but instances like yours and mine are too impossible and work out too perfectly to be called anything but the miracles they are.

We looked for an apartment anywhere we could in all six counties of the Chicagoland area... for 10 years... we could not find anything but rat holes within our reach. Then suddenly our landlord's sister sent us an eviction notice; she meant it for the neighbor, but was too much of a snob to admit a mistake so she backed it up with threats; even though we had never been late with the rent once in ten years. So we went out looking again and finding nothing again... and we were flat broke. But the schools where we were at were killing my kid. At the end of another fruitless day of searching I was driving home and the holy spirit told me to circle back and look at these condos, and there was no time to spare to get my little guy from school, but I shot in there anyway, and the girl in the office informed me that these were privately owned and what I wanted was the huge apartment complex next door, but the holy spirit didn't point me at those, so i told her that i just wanted to learn about this complex and thanked her and left... but as I was leaving she mentions that one owner might be looking to rent his place and his number is on a slip by the door (he had told her only to refer quality people) ... and we got the place because the owner was a broker and I was a LO, so he didn't put me through the same paces that the rathole apartment managers were doing. The better schools out this way saved my son. There was no way to get another rathole apartment and instead we ended up getting a nice place to live. All I said to my wife when I came out with the slip from the office was "God is great" and drove off to get my son from school. Every day I live here, I repeat it, God is great. He does wonderful things. His ways are higher than our ways, and he cares about the sons of men.

I'll pray for your daughter, too. My wife scolded me for piping on about my hoist, but it wasn't so much about my hoist, but the way way God does stuff in our lives at just the right time. He knows what we need and when to give it to us. Some times that means a furnace of affliction, but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. (somewhere in psalms)