Elizabeth Rice’s fundraising page opens with a quote from Mahatma Gandhi: “As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world but in being able to remake ourselves.” Rice has done her bit to remake the world. But true to those words, the real challenge is her own reinvention. After the sudden loss of her brother in the prime of his life and 13 failed fertility treatments, cycling solo more than 300 miles to support Habitat for Humanity and raise money to go to carpentry school is no sweat for the determined Rice.
Born and bred in Massachusetts, the cheerfully optimistic Rice has construction and carpentry genes coursing through her veins. Union men both, her father was a millwright and her late brother a carpenter. Rice spent her teenage years working at her uncles’ construction company in Abington. “It was scut work mostly. I hauled trash, cleaned out after jobs and painted fences, but I enjoyed the physical labor and being outdoors.”
Although she had an interest in the family business, Rice’s personality leaned more towards helping people than hammering nails. Trading in one accent for another, she left Quincy, Mass, for the Bronx, NY, where she studied sociology at Fordham University. Throughout her college years, Rice volunteered at numerous HIV/AIDS efforts and when she graduated, she signed up for her first of several AIDS charity bike rides between NY and Boston. “The first was the best. Doing that ride made me realize I am capable of things I never thought I could do,” she remembers.
Moving back to Massachusetts, Rice worked as a personal care assistant for a man with end-stage AIDS during the day and at night worked at a home for brain-injured adolescents. Somewhere along the way, she decided to return to school to get a Masters degree in clinical social work, this time from NYU. Getting her crazy out and notching up the car-dodging skills she would need for a life on the bike, she worked as a bike messenger to support herself while in graduate school.
After NYU, Rice returned to Massachusetts to work for several years in community health centers, primarily with people who were homeless, HIV+, and had substance abuse problems. “ I loved my job, but I had a yearning to work outside doing something more physical. So I turned to small carpentry projects as a hobby to fulfill that need. There is nothing better than the smell of freshly cut wood,” she adds.
Then unexpectedly in 2007, Rice’s 37-year-old brother, Derek, died from a suspected heart attack. “It was devastating because it came as a total shock. It made me realize how fragile life is. You’re here one day, the next you’re gone. I started to question if I was happy enough. Did I love my job? Did I want to do this for the rest of my life?” she recalls.
Driven by grief tinged with doubt, Rice headed to the Boston Carpentry Union and applied to be a Union Apprentice. “The next step would have been to go out and find on-the-job training, but fear got the best of me and I didn’t follow up with the opportunity.” At that time she also met with the Admissions Director of North Bennet Street, a craft and trade school in Boston, to look into their carpentry programs. But having recently completed social work school, Rice decided not to apply. “I wanted to make sure my desire to do carpentry was not too strongly influenced by grief over my brother.”
She packed away her dreams and moved jobs to Adcare hospital in 2008, where, to this day, she counsels people with substance abuse problems. Feeling guilty about her inability to make the leap, Rice took up various carpentry courses to keep up her skills and alleviate any regret. A highlight during that time was a 1-week Yestermorrow women in carpentry class in Waitsfield, Vermont. “ I gained so much confidence in such a short period of time. Two highly accomplished women carpenters were mentoring us, and we even built a shed.” Rice loved the course, but returned to Massachusetts and remained in her career.
Three years later, in the midst of a serious relationship, Rice began trying to get pregnant, a journey that eventually led to multiple infertility treatments. “I tried everything I could to have a baby. I exercised, changed my diet, and thought of nothing else. We went through multiple IUIs and IVFs. To say it took a toll on my emotions is a huge understatement. It consumed me for three years.” But never one to walk away from a challenge, Rice was determined and kept at it – a total of 13 times.
Needing an outlet for the intensity of the treatments combined with her emotionally taxing job of helping addicts, Rice turned again to carpentry. “It all started with an idea of refinishing an old table. Feeling accomplished, I moved on to building a workbench, shelves, and even our queen-size bed frame. I transformed our former office into a workroom and hung photos of my brother Derek on the wall. Using his old tools and listening to the music he loved, I felt a connection with him and the sadness and helplessness I had been feeling started to lift. I felt transformed.”
With that change, came the realization that she was not entirely happy with her job and that perhaps it was time to take another shot at carpentry. So in the fall of 2013, Rice decided to go part-time at Adcare, doing social work at night and dog-walking during the day to have some time to think about her next move. “The dog-walking gave me a break to stop and think about what I wanted. I was in nature, feeling good, and getting clarity about my life.”
Rice picked up the pace and started taking more carpentry workshops. She surfed YouTube to watch videos on how to use nail guns and routers. “My friends and family were great. For my 40th birthday, all I got were tools and gift cards from Lowes and Home Depot! Everyone was very supportive.”
In her research on possible schools, Rice found herself taking a fresh look at North Bennet Street. It piqued her interest that the founder, a woman, had started the school to provide immigrants new to Boston the foundation to find work and support themselves. “It was the perfect fit. I went for an info session and fell in love. The student body was diverse in terms of gender and the type of carpentry classes offered was a step above the standard.” North Bennet Street offers the only preservation carpentry program in the country.
Fueled by her love of antiques and all things old, Rice applied for the 2-year program. “To be honest, I didn’t think I’d get in, but I didn’t want that to stop me from applying,” she laughs. On the first of this year, she sent off her application, one of more than 100 applicants for only 13 slots.
“I got the letter on March 10th. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the day before we found out that my last pregnancy attempt had failed. One door closes, another opens. Well there it was, the directions were laid out in front of me, I didn’t know which way I was going to turn but now it seemed the path was clear.”
The path may have crystallized but Rice still has to come up with the tuition. Three years of ongoing fertility treatment had left Rice and her partner financially drained. Despite some financial aid, loans, and the National Association of Women In Construction Founders’ Scholarship, Rice is still $15,000 short (and that’s for the first year).
Brainstorming on how to raise the funds, she thought about crowdfunding sites like YouCaring. “I always did fundraising for others so it didn’t sit well with me to focus on myself. I had to do something to earn it.” Having volunteered for Habitat for Humanity when in college, Rice reached out to her local Habitat affiliate and agreed to donate 20% of all proceeds to the home-building NGO. “Now I don’t have to feel guilty. I can raise money for a social good and myself,” she explains.
Inspired by the charity rides she has done in the past, Rice decided she would bicycle from her apartment in Quincy, Mass, to New York City to prove her commitment to attending North Bennet Street School and raise money. Although she has ridden between Boston and New York before, Rice’s “Bike-to-Build” campaign is a solo effort without the emotional and physical support of others cyclists or spectators. “When I came up with the idea, I hadn’t sat on my bike for a year or so, and I didn’t think about all the work I’d have to do to make this fundraiser happen. But I’m a girl, and girls can do anything,” she laughs.
You can follow Rice on her entertaining blog as she shares the highs and lows of training and even touches on her personal journey with infertility.
And if you believe Rice deserves a break, donate to her cause.
Some tips from Elizabeth Rice’s blog and motivators that keep her going:
- Don’t give up no matter how bad things may seem
- It is easier to let go and accept than to try to control and resist
- You did enough, have enough, and are enough
- As long as your heart is beating, you can learn and try something new
- 40 is to be savored, not feared
- When the mind is not weighed down with struggles and stress, it can accomplish great things
- Service to others takes my mind off of me.