Most middle schoolers probably have other things on their minds besides building houses.
But Luke Thill, a 13-year-old from Dubuque, Iowa, is unlike any other middle schooler you’ve seen before.
This talented and proactive boy has crafted his very own little house — in his parent’s backyard.
The project cost him roughly $1,500 USD — and now Luke is living his dream in his little cottage.
Come on in and have a look at what it looks like inside.
I think it’s safe to say that Luke is not like many of his 13-year-old peers. In a time of iPads, smartphones, gadgets, and X-Boxes, this young man decided to keep himself busy in a different and more ‘old-fashioned’ way. As he explains on his YouTube channel, his desire to build a small house grew out of feeling bored last summer.
After some thorough research, Luke had a pretty good idea of how he was going to put his plan into action.
The Process
It took him about a year to get the money and materials he needed to build the house. Luke mowed lawns, started a fund-raiser online, and ran errands for anyone who needed help in the neighborhood to make money.
An electrician Luke was friends with helped him install the electricity in exchange for Luke cleaning his garage out, for instance.
Luke used about 75 percent recycled material, many of which were things left over from his grandma’s house. The front door of the house was a gift from an uncle’s friend.
The 89-square-foot house is 10 feet long and 5 1/2 feet wide, with electricity but no plumbing, so no water or bathroom… yet.
“I liked the minimalism,” he told The Des Moines Register. “And I wanted to have a house without a huge mortgage.”
Luke has made several video clips and posted them online, where he talks about his project as many have grown curious about the little house.
As you can imagine, Luke also received some help from his parents, both financially and with the building itself.
But dad Greg made sure that it would be Luke himself who would pay for most of his project and also build most of it himself.
“It was a chance for a kid to do something more than play video games or sports,” Greg told The Des Moines Register. “It teaches life lessons.”
Teenager’s Dream
The house is in many ways a teenager’s dream, an oasis where you can chill and hang out in. It has a microwave, a TV, and a loft with a bed.
There’s even a barbecue and flowers at the back.
Luke usually does his homework after school at his new house and some nights during the week he gets to sleep there.
Luke already has aspirations to build another house — one that’s a little bigger for when he starts college. He also hopes to inspire others to follow their dreams:
“I want to show kids it’s possible to build at this age,” he says in one of his videos.
You can really see how proud he is about his project below.
Luke’s story is a great example of what a child can achieve with a clear goal, a strong worth ethic, and support from home.
The Power of Love and Redemption
In a world where family bonds are sometimes tested, there is a story that teaches us the true value of compassion and understanding. It all began when my brother Paul made the heart-wrenching decision to kick our beloved Grandma Eleanor out of her own home because she couldn’t contribute financially. Little did he know that this act of cruelty would lead to a powerful lesson that he would never forget.
Filled with love and loyalty, I couldn’t bear the thought of my grandmother being alone and abandoned. So, I made the choice to take her into my own home. But as Paul’s regret started to surface, I wondered if it would be enough to mend our broken family bonds.
My Brother Kicked Our Grandma out Because She Had No Money Left – She Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget
“Rachel, I can’t keep doing this,” Paul exclaimed, his frustration evident. “She’s costing too much.”
Trying to stay calm, I reminded him of the incredible impact Grandma had on our lives. “Paul, she’s our grandmother. She raised us, remember?”
But Paul seemed focused only on the present, dismissing the value of Grandma’s presence. He saw her as someone who had nothing to offer, someone who just sat there, wasting time on her paintings.
Those paintings, however, held deep meaning for Grandma. And I believed that they could hold meaning for us too, if we allowed ourselves to see it.
Paul dismissed my sentimentality, claiming that he needed to think about the future and couldn’t afford to carry what he saw as “dead weight.” His words weighed heavy on my heart. It wasn’t about what Grandma could give us now, it was about the love and sacrifices she had already made.
As weeks passed, Paul’s coldness grew, and Grandma Eleanor tried to hide her pain. But I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched her paintbrushes like lifelines.
Then one evening, the moment I had feared arrived. Paul called me, determined to have Grandma moved out.
It was heartbreaking. “Where will she go?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.
Paul’s response was cold and unexpected. “She can stay with you. You seem to care so much.”
I agreed to take Grandma in, but bitterness lingered in my mouth. I couldn’t understand how Paul had become so heartless. I prepared a space for Grandma that felt like home, where she could paint and be herself without feeling like a burden.
When I broke the news to Grandma, she smiled softly even though tears glistened in her eyes. “Thank you, Rachel. You’ve always had a kind heart.”
I held her tightly, assuring her that she didn’t need to thank me. This was her home too, and she was surrounded by love.
The move was swift, with Paul not even lifting a finger to help. He watched from the doorway as we packed up Grandma’s belongings, seemingly convinced that he was doing the right thing.
Driving Grandma to my house, silence enveloped us. But as we pulled into the driveway, she reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’ll be okay, Rachel.”
Inside, my children greeted her with open arms. “Great-Grandma, show us how to paint like you!” they exclaimed, pulling her into the living room where her easel was already set up.
Eleanor smiled, a genuine smile that hadn’t been seen in weeks. “Of course, darlings. Let’s create something beautiful.”
Days turned into weeks, and Grandma Eleanor rediscovered her passion for painting. My children became her biggest fans, always eager to see her latest work. I couldn’t help but admire her vibrant landscapes and remarked, “Grandma, you’ve got a real gift.”
With my kids’ encouragement, Grandma started to share her artwork online. Her unique style and heartfelt stories behind each painting began to attract attention. Comments poured in, praising her talent and resilience.
Then one evening, a message from a local art gallery arrived. They wanted to give Grandma a solo exhibition! The excitement was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but hug her tightly, congratulating her on this incredible opportunity.
In the weeks leading up to the exhibition, Grandma worked tirelessly, creating new pieces and preparing for the big day. My kids pitched in, assisting with selecting frames and writing descriptions for each painting.
The night of the exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with excitement. People admired Grandma’s work, and almost every painting found a new home. She even received several commissions, securing her financial independence.
Standing before the crowd, Grandma’s voice was steady and strong. “Thank you all for believing in me,” she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Word of Grandma’s success eventually reached Paul, and he found himself standing at my doorstep, his tone uncharacteristically soft. He admitted that he had made a terrible mistake and regretted his heartless actions.
But Grandma, with a fire in her eyes, made it clear that it was too late for his apologies. She told him that he needed to learn the true value of family, love, and support—something that couldn’t be bought with money.
As Paul left, realizing the gravity of his actions, Grandma turned to me. She expressed her gratitude for the love and support my children and I had shown her. We hugged, knowing that she was finally where she belonged.
Grandma Eleanor’s art continued to flourish, her story of resilience and dignity inspiring many. Her exhibitions became not only an opportunity to admire her beautiful paintings but also a chance to hear her story, to understand the woman who found strength in the face of adversity.
Sitting in the living room one evening, surrounded by my kids eagerly painting at her feet, I thanked Grandma for all that she had taught us. Her strength had changed us all, and she had shown us the true essence of family.
Her eyes sparkled with pride as she replied, “It’s never too late to find your strength, Rachel. And it’s never too late to teach others the true essence of family.”
As for Paul, he was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions. From a distance, he witnessed Grandma’s life blooming without him. It was a harsh lesson, a reminder that true wealth comes from the love and respect we give to those who matter most.
This story is inspired by real events. Although the names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative, the lessons of love, compassion, and redemption are very real. Don’t let materialism blind you to the value of family, for they are the ones who truly enrich our lives.
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