Friday, April 13, 2007
My roof disappeared yesterday afternoon
Los Angeles experienced freakish winds yesterday: Trees fell on cars, debris caused accidents on freeways and my 2-months-old roof landed on the telephone pole. The winds caused a beam to disintegrate and made it easy for the roof to say goodbye to the house and find a new home on my telephone pole.
The roofer was called, he showed up very quickly, took care of the debris, gave a good explanation for the damage, offered to re-roof it for a minimal fee, topped this with another deal for landscaping work and other cosmetic upgrades on the house. Off he went, ready to go to work Monday.
When I had a moment to reflect, I immediately had the need to tell somebody about it. Why?
I don't gain anything from telling other people about my good experience with this roofer. You won't think better or worse of me. And I won't think I'm a better person if I tell somebody. So, why do I almost feel obliged to share this experience?
Often we do things without any selfish motivations or alterior motives. We just share our experiences because we like to share. Nothing more. Nothing less.
(BTW: Above picture was just used as shock value. I'm still living in a house with ceilings. Hopefully, by Monday there will be a roof as well. Thanks to Preezine for the image.)