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	<title>With My Own Eyes &#187; Candice Waddell</title>
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		<title>The human condition</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ByCandice Wadell Day 1  As we unloaded the van, ready to take on the second house of the evening, we soon realized this house was different. It wasn&#8217;t dry, and we weren&#8217;t knocking walls down, or moving tree branches. The rooms weren&#8217;t empty.  In this house we were told to throw possessions away, to pick [...]]]></description>
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<p>Day 1 </p>
<p>As we unloaded the van, ready to take on the second house of the evening, we soon realized this house was different. It wasn&#8217;t dry, and we weren&#8217;t knocking walls down, or moving tree branches. The rooms weren&#8217;t empty.<span id="more-617"></span></p>
<p> In this house we were told to throw possessions away, to pick up everything they had; books the kids used to read, clothes, home videos, and photo albums, then put them in a pile out by the side of the curb. Someday a trash man will pick it up, and everything will be gone forever.</p>
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<p> I watched as two of the kids who called this place home walked around the house and picked up the things that were still salvageable. Were we really helping them, I had to ask myself. I overheard a conversation between team members, reminding each other that stuff is just stuff, and so I realized we are helping. We are helping this family turn a new leaf, a clean slate. And I know they appreciate it because they asked to take us to dinner when we were leaving. I&#8217;m looking forward to finishing up their home tomorrow morning so that they can have their fresh start.</p>
<p> Day 2<br />
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<p> The human condition always takes me by surprise. There is something in every person that when given a task that challenges them, there is a determination that rises and pushes them to fight. I was able to witness this today in my team. We were presented with many different situations; each house was a new adventure. Some more daunting than others but all a little over whelming. Each person reacted differently but there was one common denominator, determination.</p>
<p> A since of responsibility for each room took shape, each doing what it took to finish while working as a team. I think I can speak for everyone when I say that although we may not remember every house, we will always remember that bedroom or the kitchen where we made our stand.</p>
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<p> Looking around the kitchen I saw the remnants of a family. Memories covered the walls, sat on every shelf and filled every cupboard. I cannot help but think of my family and all the time we have spent in our kitchen, cooking and laughing. It is evident they too loved their kitchen.</p>
<p> Today I had the honor of giving them back just a little of what they lost. I can only hope that if this were my house, someone would do the same for me.</p>
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