House For Sale In Winter

What Happened at an Accident Scene Between Appointments

woman in snow
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.

Yes, really.

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.

Tina Plett, Sutton Group-Kilkenny Real Estate

Real Estate Adventures In The Snow. …Shovel Much?

Feel like hearing a story about Real Estate life in the Great White North?  

I remember showing a house once, where the driveway was covered with a fresh 3-inch layer of snow. It was the gorgeous, fluffy, sparkly kind, and was only marked by tire tracks of the sellers’ vehicle as they had apparently left. My buyer and I each parked our vehicles. I got out, and turned toward my buyer’s vehicle. She stayed in her car. Snow surrounded my shoe and dusted onto the top of my foot. I walked over to her vehicle, creating a fluffy wake as I walked.

“Everything okay?”
Looking confused, she rolled down her window and asked, “Oh. … you’re not going to shovel the driveway?”

I’m pretty sure I was now the one wearing a confused look. I’m not sure exactly what I said – I was confused by the suggestion that I should shovel the driveway. Whatever I said, we braved the snow together, and made it into the house.

Once inside though, the fluffy snow had turned to puddles on our feet. We slid our shoes off, and proceeded to track wet feet through the house. What could we do? Shovel the driveway? Mop the floor? Rummage through the cupboards for a paper towel or a rag or mop? Not likely. So the showing continued and we left our trail of prints.  I hated leaving foot prints on their kitchen floor. (What kind of business card is that?)  It was just awkward.

So I’m thinking about wearing moccasins. Still, I won’t have extras for my clients. So, if you are a seller (or anyone who is expecting company for any reason?), and you do not prefer wet socks and toes dripping prints all over, shoveling your driveway would solve a few problems for a few people.


What would you do? Would you rummage for towels, or leave it?
More importantly … do you shovel your driveway when you’re expecting someone?