Habitat For Adventure: Habitat For Humanity
Last week, I gathered my pack and gear and ventured forth across the great divide of the web; in search of something, but not really knowing what. I traveled far and with every keystroke became less confident that I'd find it: then there it was...
Habitat For Humanity, in all of the glory that a good friend of mine once spake, rolled out in subtle hypertext before me. Needing to rest my weary fingers, I ventured in. Most impressively, I was welcomed invitingly into its' cool and healing environment, and shielded from the harsh wordscape of the web while I collected my bearings.
I sat a moment and douced my face in a basin of water, left on the page before me, and when my eyes were clear of salt and my face had dripped dry, I examined my surroundings.
A folder was neatly placed a good distance from the basin, so as to protect its' contents from the wash or water, and clearly written in plain text, though more like stencil than symbol was the word MISSION.
I grabbed the folder, taking purchase of a string which sealed it. I slowly opened the folder and ran through it's contents, reading its' pages and examining its' photos. It seemed simple enough. I had braved the restless web, and countless memes and prose (and the occasional "popup" too) and lived to share the tale. So why not this?
I ventured into the briefing page to procure a schedule, thinking that I best be sure that my treads did find the same footfall as those before me.
When I received confirmation, I only had one thing left to do but wait and when that was done, I started my adventure...
In the end, the mission continues as does Habitat For Humanity. Build your home, by building it for others and sharing a little hope.
Habitat For Humanity, in all of the glory that a good friend of mine once spake, rolled out in subtle hypertext before me. Needing to rest my weary fingers, I ventured in. Most impressively, I was welcomed invitingly into its' cool and healing environment, and shielded from the harsh wordscape of the web while I collected my bearings.
I sat a moment and douced my face in a basin of water, left on the page before me, and when my eyes were clear of salt and my face had dripped dry, I examined my surroundings.
A folder was neatly placed a good distance from the basin, so as to protect its' contents from the wash or water, and clearly written in plain text, though more like stencil than symbol was the word MISSION.
I grabbed the folder, taking purchase of a string which sealed it. I slowly opened the folder and ran through it's contents, reading its' pages and examining its' photos. It seemed simple enough. I had braved the restless web, and countless memes and prose (and the occasional "popup" too) and lived to share the tale. So why not this?
I ventured into the briefing page to procure a schedule, thinking that I best be sure that my treads did find the same footfall as those before me.
When I received confirmation, I only had one thing left to do but wait and when that was done, I started my adventure...
I arrived through the front gate and was escorted to the equipment room.
There, I was handed the gear I'd need to accomplish the mission. It consisted of a pair of boots, a tool belt and a helmet, with the addition of some tools I'd brought along for the job.
There were others too, and before long, they were teaching me the ropes.
Working together, we wrestled this wall to the ground as it struggled with a force I'd not seen in years. Before long it took its place alongside the others.
Some of the walls need a little coaxin' to stay in place, so we used braces to keep them put.
Through the window frame and doorway it's easy to see that teamwork was a must.
After the first couple of hours, I'd clearly run out of steam but after a quick lunch and a break, I managed to last for the rest of the day.
In the end, the mission continues as does Habitat For Humanity. Build your home, by building it for others and sharing a little hope.
