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To: Bill on the Hill who wrote (99)	8/27/2000 9:52:32 AM
From: Bill on the Hill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 155

I spent the day with Humberto. Humberto has found his castle in Glenwood Springs. Encased within a two story white painted brick house of some 65 years, Humberto raises a proud Mexican family. They are catholic and spend their time tending to 4 considerate and respectful children. Humberto purchased a modest home close to the schools that his children attend. He works as a surveyor measuring and marking the hills and roads, houses and town where he has made his stand. My youngest son Billy Luke has Humberto working on his team. Luke tells me about how he and Humberto find a rythym in working together. They climb and measure. They both take fascination in the beauty of surroundings and teach each other of homes and places they have known. Humberto shares with my son about his time in Mexico. Graduating as a structural engineer by working his way through Monterey Tech School he found employment in Mexico as a technical draftsman earning entry wages of $24 dollars a day. Night employment helped him to survive as he bought gas for a dollar and a half per gallon and shoes took a weeks wages. Eventually as his wages failed to meet his needs he chose to break the law of our country and was brought in a van with 15 other men to Colorado. His journey took 4 days locked inside the box of the truck with no light and only the sounds of the road to let the men inside know that they were ever closer to their destination. Arriving outside of one of our small towns in the middle of the night the van was opened and they were told to get out and the driver closed the van and disappeared into the night. So ended a journey that cost him $1700 he had worked to earn. Many years Humberto worked and earned enough to send for his wife and children. Their journey was better from the sweat of his work and he showed them his home of safety and warmth when they arrived. His children have bright eyes filled with the promise of a future as citizens of this country. They have worked and earned citizenship by studying and learning more than I can remember about the founding fathers of our country. Humberto is re-roofing his house. His friends all came to be part of this work. Like a barn raising ceremony of Amish proportions men and women and children came to partake in the honor of giving themselves to this humble man. Throughout the day they sweat in the sun, risking life to climb high on the steep pitched roof and restore this wonderful old home to some of its prior glory. I stood in the afternoon sun and looked into the eyes of an honorable man. His chest and arms dirty from the work of the day. Sweat running down his forehead he looked upward and his eyes grew moist as he told me, "I want this home to be better than it ever has been". I understood how all of his friends had come to want to be there in his presence, helping him. His attraction is one of spirit, not of flesh. I left after being there feeling that somehow I had grown. At a time of my life when I look out on my work and begin to see the fruit of living begin to mature I have been given a gift by another that is still planting seeds. Glorious days are seen not made. Thankfully my eyes were open in the sun of today. "T'was like all instruments Then like a lonely flute Now tis an angels song That does make the heavens Be mute..." - S.T. Coleridge