A few years ago, the sun was bright and the wind was strong. And while we were never the perfect partners, we still understood that both the Reator Ship (the SS CrazyMarket) and the mortgage ship (the SS LooseLending) needed to make it to shore for a real estate transaction to close.
Passengers were plentiful in those days. Some lost their focus with the sun so bright, and became sunburned in their quest to get out there. Realtor sailors were way too busy to think of handing out sunglasses or sunscreen.
Besides, that wasn't their job.
Any old mortgage broker on the SS LooseLending could get a client to shore, so Realtors did not need to be very discriminating with their mortgage partners. Just put 'em on the SS Looselending, and clients would get to shore (somehow, some way, NEXT buyer, please).
Those mortgage sailors had so many different routes to get to shore that they had a tendency to pick the one that was the most profitable (and most dangerous) instead of the shortest and safest. Often, they didn't bother to learn every route, and just stuck with the ones they knew and understood, regardless of the danger it presented to the passenger.
By the time the passenger boarded the SS LooseLending, they were tired, seasick, AND sunburned from their trip on the SS CrazyMarket. They didn't take time to understand the best route that would take them home. They wearily nodded their heads, they signed, and they stepped off the ship, the proud owners of a piece of real estate.
Would it be safe to say that beyond the horizon a storm was brewing that no one could see? YES.
Would it be safe to say that sailing was so much fun that everyone forgot that there are times of smooth sailing, AND times when the skies turn black and the wind howls? YES.
When the storms finally came, the two ships rocked violently. Gusts of wind like they had never seen threw sailors overboard, never to be seen again. Passengers were non-existent for obvious reasons.
The SS CrazyMarket pulled in its sails, and those left on the ship went below deck to ride out the storm. The SS Looselending was not so lucky. It sank to the bottom of the ocean.
Maybe it just had too many holes in it.
All the mortgage sailors that could swam to shore, some drowning along the way. Unlike the Realtor sailors who were still hunkered down, they had to abandon ship, and learn to sail a whole new ship.
It wasn't easy.
The storm had left most routes closed. So much debris was in the waters that just getting any passenger to shore would take great navigational skills. Many more mortgage sailors walked away, deciding sailing this new ship was just too hard to learn.
So a new ship was launched with the hardiest, strongest, and most skilled of the mortgage sailors aboard. And although there were far fewer routes, and far fewer sailors, passengers would finally make it home safely.
Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't the sailors that caused the SS Looselending to go down. The ship was hopelessly flawed from the start.
When waters are smooth and the wind is gentle, no one thinks to look out to the horizon in search of the next storm. Even ships that are flawed can make it through when the sun is shining so brightly and the waters are so calm and inviting.
Smooth waters cover a multitude of sins.
But when the seas are rough, only the sturdiest of ships and sailors are destined to survive. Flaws are easy to see, and without the balmy days to distract you, your mission is seen with much more clarity. You look towards the horizon each day, searching for a ray of sun.
And hoping for doc(k)s.
Written by Janet Guilbault, Mortgage Lending Expert Based Out of the San Francisco Bay Area.
Kind of reminds me of that old children's story where one of the animals wants the other to climb on it's back to get across the river and then one of them eats the other. Predatory lenders were like that.