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"We Need Each Other"
Brentwab
I need to explain something the majority of septic companies won't: there are two types of people in this world. Those who believe septic systems are simply "buried containers for waste," and those who've had raw sewage bubbling into their property at the dead of night. I understood this distinction the tough way in 2005—waist-deep in muck, trembling in a Washington downpour, as my siblings and I helped a grizzled installer restore our family's collapsed system. I was fourteen. My hands blistered. My jeans were wrecked. But that night, something clicked: This is not just digging. It's folks' lives we are protecting.
Let me share the dirty truth: nearly all septic companies just service tanks. They act like band-aid salesmen at a chainsaw convention. But Septic Solutions? They are different. It all started back in the beginning of the 2000s when Art and his brothers—just kids barely tall enough to carry a shovel—helped install their family's septic system alongside a experienced pro. Picture this: three pre-teens waist-deep in Pennsylvania clay, discovering how soil absorption affects drainage while their peers played Xbox. "We never just dig trenches," Art shared with me last winter, steaming coffee cup in hand. "We learned how soil whispers secrets. A patch of wetland vegetation here? That's Mother Nature yelling 'high water table.'"