big stuff.. hard stuff.. other people's stuff.. but I saw it or heard it ..and now it's my stuff...

I have a really crappy house for sale and it's really crappy.. I mean crap overload.

I showed it twice today and each time the potential buyer and I found ourselves walking outside and simultaneously wiping our feet in the snow.. to clean off the actual crap we walked thru INSIDE the house.  

(Both of those people made an offer on this place.)

There is a little boy that lives there.  He's 3.  The second time I was there he was running around the living room.. which I thought was fine.. but he got in trouble for it.. and by that I mean smacked with a belt right in front of me.

He cried but not for long.  While my client was talking to his grandpa he pointed to a picture above the door.  It was a picture of a lighthouse.  I said "I know a song about a lighthouse." 

I sang it to him (while my client and his grandpa were talking next to us) and I told him it was about Jesus.  Maybe one day if he hangs on to this memory (and I have no idea that he will) he will remember a woman singing some crazy song in his apartment about a lighthouse and telling him it was about Jesus.

I can't stop thinking about him...

I listed a house a few years ago for a man that told me horrible stories about his childhood.  His childhood that happened right there in that house. 

Sometimes we don't sell sweet homes with sweet stories.. 

But it was such a pleasure to help THAT man sell THAT house and say GOOD-BYE to it ...on the day I took this picture.

Be nice to people.. you don't know what they've gone thru... and sometimes you don't want to...

My Lighthouse by Rend Collective:  (great song!) http://youtu.be/JPtIv2lnkTY