John C. Fitts
Patty and I were surprised when the doorbell rang about three o’clock last Saturday afternoon and Danny McCain announced that he was here for our Fantasy Football draft. I laughed and said, “You are right on time, but a week early. So we invited him to sit down and chat.
We love Danny because he had worked on the house when we did some remodeling a few years ago and had over the years become a friend of the family. He had done such a good job on the fireplace that we often took pictures of it, truly a work of art.
As we talked and caught up, he showed us some pictures of a door that was being thrown away and how he had transformed it into a bench with a seat and hooks to hang keys, coats, etc. that would sit in an entry way. He showed more items saved from the trash piles along the road, at construction sites, and by dumpsters. He would take them home and make them into something with a new life and purpose.
Now and then someone finds themselves broken and feeling tossed aside of no use to anyone, with no hope or purpose in their lives. Then someone comes along and sees value in what some would call “human wreckage.” They are taken and given new hope and see new possibilities. They are “re-purposed.”
Some see it as a work of fate. Others call it “redemption.” Whatever you call it, Danny’s old things that others see as trash, he sees as treasure.