One.

A very good friend of mine spent many summers doing murals all over the U.S. and Canada.  He's completed well over a hundred murals during his career.  I have had the opportunity to paint on one of his projects and have become a member of the "Walldogs" in the last couple years.  In a short period of time, I've had the great fortune to help paint a half dozen or so murals.  Each was a different style and had it's own set of challenges.
Today I completed the first mural of my own.  I wanted to give something to the community where I live and show that community service comes in many forms.
The city came up with the funds for the paint, and other materials and I did the rest.
I even got to run the firetruck in our town to power wash the building long before we began painting!
I designed the mural, primed the wall and on a brisk morning near the end of September I started.
In just a few days I met literally hundreds of people I hadn't yet met in our town.  I laughed, joked and generally explained what I was doing to anyone who wanted to know.
I received a pie from one person who just wanted to say thanks for the work!
Best of all, I had a young girl from town ask to help paint. She's getting ready for eighth grade and likes to draw and paint.  She was willing to do anything I asked- from sweeping to painting the wall around the mural.  I let her put in the bottom corner border decorations (that's where Dan started me!) and she did great. 
I lost count of how many people stopped to say thanks and tell me how thrilled they were with the wall.  It was a reward in itself that I'll never forget no matter how many murals I paint. In the meantime, this is number one.