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The Best of Both Worlds in Austin

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Managing Real Estate Broker with Austin Real Estate Options

One of the great things about Austin real estate is that it is possible to get the best of both worlds! You can find homes in Austin that have country views with in miles to downtown.

Picture it, incredible Country Estate surrounded by large, shady trees,  & amazing  views from your front porch. A Wonderful Austin home where old world meets country feel is with in your reach. The great thing about houses in Austin is that you can live in the city but a park always seems to be right around the corner. For example the Metropolitan Park right off Slaughter Lane in Circle C.

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For all your Austin real estate questions and needs, please call Rose Castro at 512.656.3281 or rose.optionsrealty@gmail.com

NOTE:  As a thank you for reading this blog post, we are providing you with a free excerpt from Dan Castro’s

book CRITICAL CHOICES THAT CHANGE LIVES.

SEEING THROUGH THE EYES OF HEROES

            What if you could go back in history and talk to anyone you wanted to about a struggle you were facing?  Who would you talk to and why?  Einstein?  Leonardo Da Vinci?  Caesar?  Buddha?  Confucius?  Jesus?  Your deceased grandmother or uncle?  Winston Churchill?

There is no dress rehearsal for life.  But there are many who have gone before us who have been on the same stage, who can tell us what cues to watch for, when the music is about to play, when the curtain is about to fall and when to change scenes.

What if those people could speak to you about your current situation?  What would they say?  Would you listen if they spoke?  What if they only whispered softly?  The voices of our ancestors are like whispers in the night.  You have to sit still and quietly in order to hear them.  They do not preach.  They do not lecture.  They do not pontificate.  They merely tell their stories.

I was once traveling in Belgium on business.  I had never been there before.  I was wearing a backpack and hauling around a huge black briefcase full of legal files and a five-foot long suitcase on wheels that felt like it weighed a ton.  After I had met with clients over a period of days, I was lucky enough to be in Liege, Belgium for the first day of the 2004 Tour de France.  I had stood or sat in the same place for almost eight hours – right next to the guardrail as the cyclists whizzed by, including one of my heroes, Lance Armstrong.

But now it was almost midnight and I was getting off the train in Brussels after a very long day.  I was weak from exhaustion and from not eating much that day.  I had no idea where I was going, but I knew the way out of the train station was straight up a long, narrow flight of stairs.  I looked around.  There was not an elevator or escalator anywhere in sight.  I sighed and started my trek up what I felt was the top of Everest.  My luggage started making a loud banging sound that echoed throughout the train station as the wheels on my luggage and briefcase pounded each concrete step one at a time.  Bang!  Bang! Bang!

Then I heard a voice with a strong accent.  “Here, let me help you.”  A hand reached down and grabbed the handle of my briefcase without waiting for my reply.  “Merci!” was all I could think of to say to the young man who had come to my aid.  “No problem.”  “Oh thank God, you speak English!  Thank you very much,” I said.  We were slowly making our way up the stairs with the loud banging sounds when suddenly the weight of my one ton bag disappeared.  I quickly turned around to see that another guy had grabbed the rear handle of my five-foot bag and was now helping me carry it up the stairs.  Am I surrounded by angels?  It felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off my back.  “Merci!  Merci!” I said.  “Glad to help.  You looked like you were having a hard time.”  This guy spoke English too!  “By the way, nice jersey,” he said.  I looked down and realized I was still wearing the red, white and blue racing jersey I had bought at the Tour de France in Liege.  It had a huge U.S. flag sewn on the front and the letters USA on the back.  I felt proud to be part of the team.

When we got to the top of the stairs, the guy behind me said, “Have a safe trip,” and disappeared into the crowd.  The guy carrying my briefcase said, “Where are you going?”  “I have no idea.  But I’m staying at the Novotel,” I said.  “Well, then let me help you.  I’m going that way and I’ve been there before.”  “No, no.  That’s okay.  Just tell me how to get there.”  In the U.S., this would have been enough to let the guy off the hook.  “But, I’m really going that way and I know how you feel with all these bags.  I’m used to traveling alone with two small children.”  What a saint.  “Well, okay.  I’ll follow you then,” I said, trying to place the accent.  “Are you from England?”  “No.  Ireland,” he said.  He had traveled to Liege to see the first day of the Tour de France just like the thousands of people from all over Europe and the US.

We chatted about Lance as we made our way down the dark, cobblestone streets of Brussels.  He carried my briefcase the whole way and walked me right up to the door of my hotel.  “I don’t know how to thank you,” I said, still not believing my good fortune.  “Are you sure you don’t have wings?”  I said, patting him on the back and searching up and down his spine.  He just laughed.  I watched as he disappeared down a dark, cobblestone street, and his words echoed in my ears.  “I’m going that way and I’ve been there before.  Let me help you.”  It left a warm feeling in my soul.

Every now and then, someone comes along and lifts our burdens and shows us the way.  That’s what I hope this book does for you.

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Remember, if you are buying or selling Austin real estate, please call Rose Castro at EXIT: Options Realty.