I have been helping real life people buy and sell real estate for almost 25 years.  Recently I've been thinking that there are about 8 billion blogs floating around wherever blogs float.  And since I get so busy doing what I do, it's always nagging at me that I haven't made a blog post since forever.  Probably all things real estate have been discussed, so what to write about?  

Well, it came to me as I was driving this week (real estate agents are almost always driving, btw)!

Lately I have come to realize that each person we meet either has something to teach us, or something to learn from us.  That didn't just start...it's been happening since forever, and I am just now, 50-some odd years later, figuring that out.  Duh.

So, once or twice a week, I am going to try to explain something I have learned, or something someone has learned from me, as I've gone about the business of moving all these folks.  

The ground rules for these posts are simple.  I will refer to the people in these stories as John and Mary, and I reserve the right to change things up a bit (literary license?) to respect everyone.  Some stories will be funny, some will be  poignant, some will be sad.  I hope I can tell them as they deserve to be told.  

So, Lesson # 1 is a hard one to write about.  I met with a man who happened to be a fairly busy, well regarded long time real estate agent.  He lived in a beautiful home with his dog, all alone. I think he had been divorced a couple of times.   He looked like he worked out every day, dressed well, and his home was filled with all things beautiful.  He had been trying to sell this home without success, so he interviewed a couple of agents and asked me to list his home.  

This was near the middle of the downward crash in real estate, and he wanted to get out from under the debt of the house, and may have had some other real estate investments that were not doing very well.  At all.  We only met twice, and both times he was chain smoking.  I could tell he was stressed about getting this house sold, but he was a nice guy, no doubt about it.  

I listed the house.  We had a couple of showings.  Then one day I got a phone call from one of the agents in his office.  It went like this: "Colleen, you are going to want to stop showings on this house and cancel the listing.  John took his life yesterday."  

I heard that he left a note, and that it did not mention anything about how if the house had only sold, everything would have been fine. He was lonely and did not feel loved.

I only knew him for about 3 weeks, but I will always think of him.   Every time I drive past the road that leads to that house, I say a prayer for him, and for his family, and for me.  Every time, forever.  

He had so much more going on in his life, and he must have been so sad, and felt so hopeless.  He never, in the couple of times we met, or the times we spoke on the phone, gave any indication of the turmoil he was going through.

Lesson #1  



This is as important a lesson as I can think of.  Please practice it.  

Until next time...