About Hands of The Carpenter

“My father died of polio, one month after my first birthday, so I have no memories of him. I do, however, have vivid memories of my mother trying to raise two kids as a single mom. I went to five different elementary schools in six years, because each time the rent went up, we moved. I spent high school years in a house trailer that gave the three of us less than 400 square feet of living space. And I remember my fury at unscrupulous salesmen who talked my mother into paying for unnecessary auto repairs, or buying cars with odometers that had obviously been tampered with. Once, she agreed to a complete engine replacement when she could have bought a used car for less money. My brother and I protested, but what do kids know compared to a slick salesman? 

These memories have made me a loyal donor to Hands of The Carpenter. I know from personal experience what it means for single moms to have reliable transportation and, more, a place they can trust. Each time I hear about Hands helping a single mom repair or obtain a car, I think back to my childhood, wondering what difference it might have made for my own mother to receive a gift like that. God bless you in your important work.”