My name is Jake Cramer and this is my story.
I grew up in the small town of Robinwood, Pennsylvania. Like most small towns, it’s one where everyone knows everyone, especially my family. Oh, not ‘cause we’re rich or important or anything, but my mom runs the local diner – and her food is amazing, if I do say so myself – and my dad is one of the best building contractors around. I grew up knowing I was going to be a carpenter for my dad. From the time I was a kid, I helped out around the sites or at home, building furniture and cabinets. I love working with wood and building things. That’s kind of how I ended up as an engineer for the Army. And that’s how I got hurt. Wrong place, wrong time. Though in war, there’s no such thing as right place, right time. I lost part of one leg and my arm was hurt, though not lost, but it made things hard when I got home. I couldn’t work well at the sites anymore. And I had trouble building cabinets and furniture…. So Dad turned me into an estimator for jobs. Not my favorite position, but he thought it best at the time.
So even though I’m not huge on the estimating part of the job, it is what led me to meet Alex… and I will forever be grateful for that. Because of him, I learned that I’m not useless. That I can still do things. That I’m still useful. I might not be able to do things the way I used to, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do them. When I saved Alex’s life, I didn’t realize I was also saving my own. My advice to you if you’re having problems? If one way isn’t working, figure out a different way. As my dad says, “Different doesn’t mean can’t.”
I hope you enjoy Alex’s and my story, “What the Carpenter Saw”. It’s available now from these places: