This is a poem that my wife recieved from a friend of hers. The author is unknown.
Keep in mind that my wife works in the title business and I'm in real estate... I wonder what she's trying to tell me?
WHY AM I THE WAY I AM?
Last night as I lay sleeping
I died or so it seemed,
Then I went up to heaven
But only in my dream
Up there St. Peter met me
Standing at the pearly gates,
He said, "I must check your record
Please stand here and wait."
He turned and said, "Your record
is covered with terrible flaws,
On earth I see you rallied
For every losing cause."
"I see that you drank alchohol
And smoked and used drugs too,
Fact is, you've done everything
A good person should never do.
We can't have people like you up here.
Your life was full of sin."
Then he read the last of my record
Took my hand and said, "Come In!"
He led me to the BIG BOSS and said,
"Take her in and treat her well
She used to work in The Title Industry!
She's done her time in hell!"
I thought it was funny and probably part true since they have to deal with all of us Realtors! Sometimes we can be just a little demanding.
David Slavin, ABR www.sellmyhousedave.com
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