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"We Need Each Other"
Brentrow
Allow me to explain something nearly all septic companies won't: there are two categories of people in this world. Those who believe septic systems are merely "buried containers for waste," and those that have had raw sewage erupting into their yard at the dead of night. I discovered this difference the difficult way in 2005—knee-deep in mud, trembling in a Washington deluge, as my siblings and I assisted a veteran installer restore our family's collapsed system. I was 14. My hands were raw. My clothes were ruined. But that moment, something crystallized: This isn't just manual labor. It's folks' lives we're protecting.
Here's the ugly truth: most septic companies just service tanks. They are like quick-fix salesmen at a demolition convention. But Septic Solutions? They are unique. It all started back in the beginning of the 2000s when Art and his siblings—just kids hardly tall enough to lift a shovel—assisted install their family's septic system alongside a weathered pro. Visualize this: three kids waist-deep in Pennsylvania clay, understanding how soil permeability affects drainage while their buddies played Xbox. "We did not just dig trenches," Art explained to me last winter, warm coffee cup in hand. "We understood how ground whispers mysteries. A patch of marsh plants here? That's Mother Nature yelling 'high water table.'"