Tonight I spent about three hours pulling wet, soggy, muddy carpet out of the basement of a total stranger. He had a large, beautiful finished basement and the river water had filled it about four feet deep, trashing everything in it. By the time I was done, I was literally covered head-to-foot in mud, my clothes completely soaked. I suspect I didn’t smell too good, either. But it was a good feeling not only to help this guy take the first step in cleaning up this disaster, but doing something to help someone I don’t know and will probably never see again.