A Door of Hope

The years was 1984. I had recently left a job working for an electrical contractor and moved to the town of Visalia in the San Joaquin Valley of California. I was studying for the electrical contractor’s test so that I could begin my own business when a friend of mine called. He had been contracted to install some gas pumps at a small mini-mart in a nearby town and asked if I would do the electrical for him. I had no idea what was required for I had never wired READ MORE