A nun walks into an office…… which happens to be mine, and is periodically holding back tears. No joke…. Her brother is in the hospital, critical care and the house that they once grew up in is about to be foreclosed on. What a load of info to fill your head on the long ride up from Kelowna for a nun with her cat named Simba. Her brother is days away from major surgery. A family that can use a hand and has little hope.
Our lawyer goes over the paperwork to see what exactly is in arrears, and I confirm this information with the lawyer from the bank. So easily at times people can get tangled up in situations before they even realize. Good news from a lawyer you say (no joke). A glimmer of hope and one potential purchaser just hours after I throw out a call. We had to hustle because the house will be foreclosed on without doubt.
I pull up to a house with a fence now falling apart. Look past years of dust, depression & a love now lost and pass through rows of “antiques”. I knew this one will take some work and the right type of interest. Partial to the Northside myself, so too was our potential buyer. A flipper with interest on the property that already has an offer on another, paperwork already in transit. Its now Friday at 4:30. I rush to meet the brother for the first time. Pick up the phone outside his hospital wing and say that I’m related so would be allowed entry. I come bearing greetings, paper work and an offer.
The offer is declined because value perceived that was once expected, isn’t anymore. Still he is the client and only I being his arms & legs, get to work with a plan for a happy resolution to a complicated issue. And the phones go silent as I barter back and forth on price. Its while a final offer comes that I loose all communication with the brother & sister. The brother in intensive care and we discuss to be a minimal bother to him at this time.
What a shit sleep that night & woke up way too early with a rumble, 5 am. Not 2 minutes passes & one level of Angry Birds 2 when a text comes through with apology for leaving her phone (sister) at home and that the last offer received would have been accepted should they have known earlier. A nun walks into a hockey game (since she was in town she decided to head to the Oiler game that night) a subsequently left her phone at the brothers house where she was staying.
Now 12 hours past that text, still up. It is now 5pm on Saturday. I just left the critical unit once again, papers signed & in hand feeling that I just took a dying mans home away. His sister clarifies that what I took away was the stress before a major surgery and not to forget the money now in the bank and the clean slate that I gave back. Now as I write this back at my desk, with mixed feelings, solemn and satisfied at the same time The brother is out of surgery and is going to be just fine.
So I bought Simba a mouse toy with a tail and a bell to help with the stressful ordeal. The nun says he likes it but the rattle can be a little annoying.
David L Frazier
DavidFrazier.ca
780.932.2270
Recent Comments