Why I Became a Contractor
Why did I want to become a contractor?
It’s much more than the love I have for the industry. When I say it’s personal, I mean it.
On January 8th, 2017, I lost one of the most important women in my life: my grandmother.
When I was a young kid, I told her that one day I was going to grow up and build her a big, beautiful home. Our entire lives, we grew up in the worst places. Houses that were falling apart. Houses that didn’t feel safe. Houses that made her sick. I knew she deserved better even though I didn’t really know what better was. It was all just a normal thing for me.
In 2016, I reached a point in my life where my career decisions finally allowed me to fulfill that young boy’s promise. I started searching for building contractors to help me make it happen. I found plans for a home I knew she would love, had an architect make some modifications, handed everything over to the builder, and the builder got to work. In the beginning, things were moving great. Permits were pulled. We broke ground. Progress was happening. Then, over time, things started slowing down.
Guys wouldn’t show up. Inspections were getting failed. The wrong materials were being ordered. I would call and not get an answer for days, sometimes even weeks. No communication. No urgency.
Overall, the build fell three months behind schedule.
Eventually, the house was finished.
But it was finished too late.
Just three weeks before she was able to move in, my grandmother passed away.
January 8th, 2017.
If it weren’t for a terrible experience…
If it weren’t for a contractor who didn’t care…
A contractor who didn’t show up…
A contractor who didn’t use quality vendors…A contractor who didn’t communicate…
My grandmother would have been able to see that my promise was kept.
That experience changed me.
It showed me how much this industry really matters. It’s not just lumber and concrete. It’s timelines that matter. It’s families waiting. It’s health. It’s legacy.
That’s why I became a contractor in Northeast Florida.
Because sometimes it’s not just a house.
Sometimes it’s a promise.
