I left their house with an offer in hand.
The snow might have been crunching, but I didn’t notice. I was practically floating.
After only seven days, the place was about to be sold. Better than that, both sides had been dreams to work with.
It’s the deal every agent wants. And I got it.
I put the car into gear and grinned while the car radio pumped out the perfect beat for celebration.
It was evening in January, and had been dark for hours. That morning I’d navigated the roads during icy rain, and the roads were a bit dicey now that everything had frozen again.
So I took it slow and steady.
There I was, bopping like a thrilled teenager and driving like a grandpa.
I grinned and danced for a few miles… and then I saw it.
There, in the ditch near the highway, was the overturned car. The wheels were up in the air and the lights were still on. A young man stood beside the car.
It must have just happened.
So I did what anyone else would do.
I drove on by and left him there.
Aww, don`t worry. I turned around and came right back! (I told you it was dark and slippery, right?)
I pulled onto the shoulder and approached the young man. He looked to be maybe eighteen or twenty. He was pretty shaken up but didn’t appear to be hurt.
“You okay?” I called to him from the roadside.
Then it occurred to me someone else could be in that car… and not able to come out. Suddenly I was very glad for my warm coat and moccasin boots – I’d be able to come down and help if need be.
“Is anyone with you?”
“No, it’s just me.”
What a relief.
I offered him a ride, which he gladly took.
He pulled on the seatbelt and looked straight ahead, no doubt stunned by the accident. His request was to be taken home. I wasn’t sure that was better than going to the hospital, but we headed toward his home anyway.
You know… you can never tell by looking at someone what kind of home life they come from. I wondered about this young man. Would he be afraid to tell his parents about it? Would there be hell to pay when he got home? Luckily, car rides are great for getting to know someone, and I used the opportunity.
When we came to talking about his parents, he smiled and seemed to warm up to having a conversation.
“Oh no, I’m not worried about my dad,” he smiled.
With joy and gratitude in his voice and words, he told me how his dad has always been there for him, and they’re a solid, safe place for him in this crazy world.
I brought him home and waved him off, so thankful and relieved he was safe.
The next day, two exciting things happened.
First, the offer I’d delivered was accepted. Yay! SOLD sign, here I come!
The other cool thing that happened was that I got a phone call from the boy’s father.
He was so glad that I’d stopped to help his son. Not just that, but our conversation had brought peace and comfort to him in a pretty scary moment.
I was thrilled about selling the house.
But the most meaningful part of that day was hearing how anything I did or said encouraged someone else.
I read somewhere that a day’s success should not be measured by the harvest reaped, but by the seeds sown.
To me, that was a successful day.
Forget about money and houses and debt and stress – life is about people, and serving others is my true thrill.