How It Was Back Then
Only three people sat there. Myself and two of Jojoba's founders. For no reason that I could understand at that time, a founder said to me:
"The first time that I arrived at Jojoba Hills and viewed what would become the entrance road, there was not even a trail going up the hill."
In fact, on that afternoon, I had absolutely no understanding of what it was like back on the very first day that the Founders met at Jojoba. Why was I blessed with the insight of how that first day was? I don't know the answer to that question. But I am sooooo thankful for that insight!
A tiny perspective
Yesterday evening I watched a video titled "The Jojoba Hills Story." As the video began, I realized that the founders volunteered themselves to do the actual work of creating this place. Digging holes. Mixing concrete. Pounding nails.
Building Jojoba for these founding persons was a labor of love and devotion. Their muscles ached with this work.
Trying to grasp!
After the video, I realized that it would be pretty much impossible for me to comprehend building Jojoba in the personal way that each founder experienced. And, although I will never fully comprehend. I have some tiny bit of understanding. And for that I am truly grateful!
Jojoba Hills - At the beginning.