Each Friday before a major exam, I find myself in the company of great builders – no not construction, I mean real craftsman. The people who build their own boat or the people at Morgan who still build each and every car by hand.
On these evenings, I truly understand the pride they feel in their work. In my mind I see a scraggly faced guy running fine sandpaper over the boat’s surface just one more time. Not because he saw a rough spot, oh no, he felt in his soul that one more swipe was necessary. Finally, when the boat is complete, the varnish is dry the craftsman steps back and admires his work and wonders, how such marvelous design and beauty could come from mere wood.
Others, they can have their mass produced, come one, come 1000 creations but his boat is one of a kind. A so, after spending nearly four hours crafting my crib sheet for the Management Accounting Mid-Term tomorrow I stand back and admire it.
