I was visiting with my young HVAC guy after he installed a new air conditioner in one of my rental houses. Actually, it was more like negotiating than visiting. He said he gave me a good deal, and I chuckled, “I know you did, but I have to go through the routine.” I was happy to write the check – he more than earned it.
Then he said something that gave me pause. “I know you guys can afford to pay me, but you know a lot of the people I work for can’t.”
We live in South Carolina. It’s hot. Air conditioning is not a luxury, it is a necessity of life. I know people lived in the South before air conditioning, but honest to God, I don’t know how. We moved here from Montana where we built a new log home and didn’t even consider putting in air conditioning. This is different. In South Carolina I would put air conditioning right up there with food and shelter.
He told me about a service call he made last month to repair an air conditioner for an African American grandmother with five kids in her house that belong to her daughter, who is a heroin addict. “She told me about her utility bills, and other bills, and taking care of the kids, and doing it all on $500 a month from the county plus food stamps. It was 96 degrees. I knew she couldn’t afford to pay me, so I just ‘ate’ the bill. ”
I have not felt very good about my country lately. There’s a lot of ugly stuff going on. But this young man did a lot to restore my confidence in our future.
“I usually don’t charge somebody like that,” he said. “I mean, you see what’s going on, and you just have to do what you can, you know? I don’t mind giving up my labor, I can always just work harder. But the cost of parts keeps going up and up. I have hundreds of dollars in parts in these repair jobs.”
My HVAC guy is your average American small business owner. He works long, hard hours. He invests most of his profits in tools, a truck, paying his help, and keeping up his education and certification. In the hot summer he works around the clock. If somebody needs help at 9:00 pm, he answers the phone. He didn’t go to college. He goes to church every Sunday, but half the time he is on a service call that afternoon. His kids don’t have fancy tennis shoes, and he can’t afford the time or cost of a Disney cruise. Yet he is one of the “Deplorables” Hillary Clinton looks down on. Even worse, he owns a business – which, to Democrats, makes him a greedy, selfish racist who got rich on the backs of the poor. He’s the guy Obama sneered at: “You didn’t build that business.”
The truth is, he DID build that business, and he cares a hell of a lot more for the poor, and minorities, than Hillary Clinton does, or Barack Obama, or anybody who votes for them and their Democrat friends.
And yes, he said, “I am going to vote for Donald Trump.” He told me he had not voted for years, but this time he has to. “The first thing I heard Trump say was, ‘I am paying for my own campaign, nobody bought me, and I can’t be bribed.’ That was all I needed to hear.” And that certifies his status as one of Hillary’s “Deplorables”.
The sad thing is, the grandmother whose air conditioning repair bill he ‘ate’, and the addicted mother, and most of their friends and relatives, and all of the liberals who pretend to care about them but never do anything about it, are going to vote for Hillary and the Democrats.
The Deplorables out there doing real acts of charity and love every day, and not asking for anything in return – they are the unsung heroes.
Tom Balek – Rockin’ On the Right Side
While others long to steal the spotlight
You work your magic quietly
‘Cause your not in it for the glory
The love you give comes naturally
Here’s one of my favorite country artists, Terri Clark from Medicine Hat, Albera. Give a listen.