So I owe some in depth research that I have been working on but not finished yet sharing.

I would like to share something I believe is infinitely more important than real estate although I love real estate, love what I do and must admit that there are not a lot of things more satisfying than having a super happy Buyer or Seller after all is said and done.

I digress.

Picking up my son at Moonlight Beach Kids today  ( http://encinitasbeachkids.com/ ) I parked quite a ways away and walking down to the beach noticed a woman speeding down the street in a really nice car not paying attention to anyone else.  I told myself I was going to have a word with her due to all the kids around and her (what I perceived) crazy driving.

On my way down a thought came into my head that maybe this woman had a child that was injured, got a call from the lifeguards or the encinitasbeachkids crew, and was frantic.

I swear I had this thought.  By the grace of God He gave me this thought.

Walking down I saw this woman standing over her child in the Lifeguard Gurney.  I walked over and noticed there was blood in this childs nose and darn if it looked like he could have had a neck injury.  I walked over and prayed for this child and his mom.  Frankly, this was uncharacteristic of me in all honesty.’ I hope and pray today that this child heals 100% and his mom is totally okay too.  I have a 2.5yr old girl and my 6 yr old son was at the beachkids today.

I felt I needed to share because it mattered.  What I hope and pray is that we can have compassion and patience toward our fellow man and friends this holiday weekend.

I would also like to share a neat poem /story that has always stuck with me by Valerie Cox….

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief

Best,

Paul