It was a bit of a rough week, last week. Staying on top of business, while the whole family is fighting off the creeping crud of a head cold, is particularly difficult. It was further compounded by a particularly difficult transaction.
Then There Was Monday
Many folks do not look forward to Mondays. Mondays mean the beginning of the work week; they signal a return to routine. Weekends are supposed to be times of rest and relaxation. As a real estate agent, weekends are typically when we slam the foot on the accelerator and meet our clients when best fits their calendar. Therefore, Mondays for a busy real estate agent are simply another day that ends in “y.”
But this morning, I have a large grin on my face. I am fairly confident that this grin will remain in place for a good long time.
You see, I thrive on making the lives of my client better than when we first met. If that means helping folks sell a home, it gives me the distinct ability, and pleasure, to assist folks in moving on to the next stage in their lives. Working with buyers means that I also get to assist them in the next stage of their lives, but I get to help start their next stage, as a home purchase is typically the sign of something new in a buyer’s life.
After feeling worn down and beat up, from the previous week’s work, I came to my office this morning to find a large box addressed to me. Upon opening the box, I read this letter from my dear past buying clients, Kelly and Yousef:
Kelly and Yousef, thank YOU for trusting me with one of the largest transactions in the life of your family. Your sweet family is always a delight to chat and be with. It is a distinct honor to know your family.