We got into a conversation one day, about what I was up to, and I told her I was on my way to meet a client which reminded her I was an Agent. We spoke briefly about her wanting a house but she just wasn’t ready. I swear I gave her a card but maybe she lost it, because about a year later I got a call from a mutual friend telling me Yira was calling around all over the city trying to find me. I quickly called, wondering what was wrong; she said, “I was wondering, do you think my husband and I could really buy a home?” I asked her a few questions and realized it was going to take some work.
Meanwhile we found the home, and I don’t think it was really real to her until we sat on the floor leaning against our own walls in the family room looking around and dreaming- and boy were her dreams big. It was a brand new home and she just kept saying, I don’t know why I dream about having a home, I don’t think it will happen. You just do not say these kinds of things to me- tell me I can’t, and I will prove you wrong every time.
I personally went by the lender’s office during the process to help move things along, I helped resolve some last minute V.O.E.s and other things- within a few days we had final underwriter approval and we were moving to title. When I got the call, I drove over to Home Depot and bought Yira a brand new paint brush- grabbed a bow from Target and headed over to visit Yira. She was in the main office visiting with the managers of the apartment community. I snuck up behind her to surprise her with her brand new “congratulations” paint brush. Grown women breaking down in tears will always bring me to tears- every time. The office managers returned the favor with hugs and tears, it was a proud moment of moments in my life. This was Thursday- fast forward to Sunday afternoon. Here comes the funny part.
I am coming home from a family picnic and receive a call from Bob at the new home subdivision, he said, “Hey, you’re not going to believe this, but I was driving by your client’s house today and you won’t believe what happened!” He said, “They have installed drapes in every room of the house, added ceiling fans to the secondary rooms and planted shrubs!” He went on to say, “when I drove by, Danny was in the garage mixing paint to paint accent walls in the living room and hallway!” “WHAT!?” I shouted. I drove there to find everything exactly as Bob had described only to have Danny and Yira apologizing profusely. “We did not understand!”
If you haven’t guessed, we were not scheduled to close for another week! They’re probably right, I did explain not to do anything in the house until closing, but when I told her she was final approved, she took it to mean it was all done! Judging by the amount of work they had done, they had been at it for at least two days. I mean, the house was now move-in ready. I made a call to the regional with Horton and smoothed everything over- no harm, no foul as they put it. Still, it was a pretty funny moment in my moment of moments…
I did get permission to tell their story only to be asked, “what’s a blog?”
