'This Old Crack House' #30: I bought a piece of Hell...on my way to heaven

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Blog entry by Dusty posted 04-11-2007 03:23 PM 2663 reads 0 times favorited 15 comments Add to Favorites Watch
« Part 29: The OTHER shoe drops... Part 30 of 'This Old Crack House' series Part 31: "Houston we have a problem..." »

The purchase agreement stated that we would take possession of the house at nine o’clock, Saturday morning, June the first. They had until twelve noon to vacate the property. Anything that was left after that time, we could dispose of at our will.

It was 9:01 AM; everyone from across the street was sitting outside on the deck.

I walked over to see what was going on. From what I could tell not a single load had been moved.

I was right about that.

I asked her brother what was going one. He explained that his sister hadn’t been able to organize a moving truck. He also said he was waiting for the dumpster that I had agreed to provide them. He wanted me to call the company and see where it was. I informed him that it would be there between nine and ten o’clock. It was only a little bit after nine AM. He was using this as an excuse for not doing anything. He did say that they couldn’t do anything until the dumpster came. Already knowing the answer, I asked him if they were all
packed. He said they were not going to pack just put it all in a big truck when his sister got home.

I said ok and left it at that.

I had to keep from biting my tongue off, it had just started healing and I didn’t want to re-injure it again.

I changed the subject and asked where his mother was and if she was moving in with them. He said she and her boyfriend had to go back to Chicago for a family emergency. Apparently her boyfriend’s brother had been shot in a drug deal that went bad and wasn’t expected to make it.

I guess murders and trouble run in the family.

He told me that they had rented a car to drive back. I knew that they didn’t have any credit cards, but I never asked how they could afford this. I had a funny feeling about the situation, but was more concerned about them moving out than to bother asking how they pulled the car rental off.

The dumpster had just arrived.

The timing was perfect for me to make my exit.

My business partner had come over and started videotaping and taking photographs of the house as it was.

We had decided to hold a neighborhood ‘this ugly house party’. We were inviting the whole neighborhood and all of our friends to come and see this mess we had just bought.
Our plans were to gut it out and in two months invite everyone back for a ‘this pretty house party’ to show everyone the new remodeling job.

Our plans were to explore sub-dividing the lot and building a new shop for ourselves and fixing up the house to sell it to a friend or a family. We had no intentions of keeping it long-term because we didn’t want to be landlords and have to make two mortgage payments for an extended period of time.

My initial research with the city revealed that this could be done with a number of conditions attached. We had plenty of time to figure that out. Right now my focus was just to get them moved out.

This wasn’t happening as expected.

It was almost eleven o’clock and not a single load had been moved. Her brother was getting anxious and declared, “She had better get her fat ass here soon, or this cat is out of here, and she will be hurting big time!”

I tried to assure him that she would be there shortly.

I was panicking inside but wasn’t going to let him know that.

I offered and suggested that we could start moving out some of the heavier pieces of furniture and that way, when the moving truck arrived, we could just put them in the truck.

He accepted my offer.

We went inside to start moving some of the larger pieces of furniture.

I not only started to feel panic that she might not show up but I got sick when I went inside. Nothing had been packed. I had never seen such a mess in my life. Floor to ceiling it was stacked.

I suddenly went numb and for the first time.

I felt overwhelmed; helpless; powerless.

I really didn’t know whether I should sit down and start crying or just give up.

I wanted to do both.

I gave up on anything going smoothly with this move. I certainly didn’t have time to cry. I made a deal with myself; that time would come later after this was all over. My task now was to get her moved.

That is exactly what I did for the next nine hours. I helped her move two loads at a time using my truck and a small truck that she had borrowed but could have for only a couple hours.

The last thing I moved alone. I went back to the shop and got her the chest I had promised her. I brought it up stairs to her new apartment and set it in the living room and left.

After all she had said and done to me, it seemed ironic, that I was the one to help her move.

There is a God.

(a stained glass piece I made for my library in “this old crack house”)

They were right when they said he works in strange ways.

(stained glass piece I made and have displayed in the basement)


Little did I realize that hell was right around the corner and I would discover it very soon!

-- Dusty

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#1 posted 04-11-2007 04:47 PM

oh Dusty…. isn’t life grand?? curve ball after curve ball.

Yes, God does work in mysterious ways and He sent you to her to give her a much needed helping hand from someone who would not judge, would not put another barrier in her path, and who would honour his commitments to her. Whether she received the gift in the way that it was intended is up to her and her journey. God (and angels such as you) can only do so much. The rest is up to her “free will” and her “free won’t”.

You can be proud of your angel work and the integrity with which you did it!

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (

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#2 posted 04-11-2007 08:30 PM

One step in front of another…”as we trudge the road of happy destiny” Keep them coming, Dusty!

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#3 posted 04-12-2007 03:11 AM

You are right Dusty. Saying anything bad about them and their actions would only end up in yelling, and nothing good would come of that.

So quietness is the prudent answer.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware soon moving to Virginia †

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#4 posted 04-12-2007 03:19 AM


I never thought of myself as a angel. Rather than finding wings, I’m sure you could find horns.

Thank you for the compliment.

I just try to do what is right, no more no less.

-- Dusty

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#5 posted 04-12-2007 03:22 AM


Who ever said: ‘The journey of one thousand miles begins with single footstep”.

They weren’t kidding.

-- Dusty

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#6 posted 04-12-2007 03:39 AM

So true.

One of life’s truths is that there are many things out of our control.

Certainly there are many injustices and numerous times that I would like to respond, not always in a appropriate way.

There is only one thing I can do or control in a situation like that. That is, how I react to what was said.

That is really the only thing I have any control over.

-- Dusty

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#7 posted 04-12-2007 03:43 AM

Dusty, I joined LJ after you had already started this, so the first time I saw an entry I didn’t know what was going on. After the installments kept coming I had to go to the begining. I have to say I’m impressed with how far you came, and with your talents in telling the story. Keep it up, I can’t wait for the next one.

-- remember always measure once and cut twice

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#8 posted 04-12-2007 03:49 AM


I’m humbled you have enjoyed the blog. It is my first attempt at writing.

With out readers like you supporting me It would be just words.

Its comments like yours that make me want to share my story.

Welcome to lumberjocks.

Thank you so much.

-- Dusty

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#9 posted 04-12-2007 04:19 AM

I’m just wondering when all of the Lumberjocks can expect THEIR chest Dusty. I mean, she got one… with all of the spare time you have on your hands I think all of your devoted readers should get one also! ;-)

That’ll be 800 chests to go Dusty! LOL.

Seriously, quite a story. If the saying about every good deed one does comes back 10 fold… you are a very rich man Dusty.

-- Better to say nothing and be thought the fool... then to speak and erase all doubt!

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#10 posted 04-12-2007 04:35 AM


I have been blessed.


To have been able to experience the number of things I have and to be able to practice my passion in woodworking and stain glass is more than a person could possible ask for or want in a life time.

Being able to sharing some of my experience’s and projects is not only a great honor but my small gift in return.

Thank you for letting me share with you.

-- Dusty

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#11 posted 04-12-2007 04:49 AM

I feel a little bit of satisfaction that her brother was starting to get nervous about the move – despite the fact that it was now only an hour before, technically, you could throw out all their stuff, or have the cops move them off your property.

To return all that with kindness, (and silence). So many lesser people would have exploded, or imploded.

-- I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it. - Van Gogh -- --

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#12 posted 04-12-2007 01:32 PM


It was as close to a melt down as I want to be trust me.

Don’t forget she only moved less than a block the way a crow flies.

Heck, on days with a south east wind she could smell my cologne.

-- Dusty

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#13 posted 04-13-2007 02:34 AM


In order to get a chest like he gave away you have to severely dis him. Otherwise you don’t rise (lower) to the level where you need the blessing he bestows upon you.

I’ll be looking forward to see if the story shows a change in her heart.I think (hope, trust, believe) that Dusty thinks, (hopes, trusts, believes) that she will have that change.

Does he know the end to this story, even now?
Has it ended and we are just awaiting the rest of the story?
Will there be a sequel?
I paid a dime on Saturday for many, many weeks just to see what Flash Gordon would do next.

-- No piece is cut too short. It was meant for a smaller project.

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#14 posted 04-13-2007 12:28 PM


If I learned one thing, it has been not to have any expectations of other people. Every time I have had them I have been set up for disappointment.

I have solved this problem for myself.

What works for me it I have learned to give of myself any talents or time I may have freely with out any expectations in return.

In other words no strings attached.


I give because I want to and it feels good. It is the right thing to do.

What or how someone else receives or reacts to that ,is out of my control.


I don’t concern myself with any of it.

I sleep well at night.

-- Dusty

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#15 posted 04-13-2007 12:31 PM

I don’t think she’ll change, her pains are too great.

And I’m with you Dusty—I can only control MY actions and I want to live honourably. Other people’s choices/responses etc are their own paths in life.

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (

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