Yeyesterday I received a phone call from a guy I knew as a member of a local health club I used to belong to. I've seen him on and off for the past 10 years and always said hi when seeing him at the gym or on the street- real nice guy who's English is pretty decent.
Go back 2 weeks in time and I am showing a 2-family on a street in my town that has a large Spanish-speaking population. I've got the appointment set up with the realtor but don't see her anywhere. I decide to knock on the door and see what's what. My buyer is in tow behind me. As it turns out, my aforementioned friend, Dave answers the door- he happens to be the a tenant in the 2-family and is going to give me a tour of the property. After we're done I thank him and give him my card and tell him to call me if he needs anything.
My phone rings and its Dave- he has a cousin that owns a property here in town and needs to sell. Dave tells his cousin that he just the guy for the job and calls me. The biggest challenge here will be the fact that I don't speak Spanish. At all. And neither does the seller. Then my brain starts working and I call the one person in my office that I think will be perfect for the job in helping me obtain the listing and, more importantly, service it.
I call Deborah, a fellow agent and friend who happens to be from Argentina. She's a real energetic woman with great people skills and a great command of the Spanish language. She'll be indispensable in helping me communicate with the seller and potential buyers that eventually are generated from the leads that come in. This will be our first (fingers crossed) venture together and I've offered her a variety of terms to her; commission split, co-listing, whatever. In the end it will be worth it to the both of us.
Our appointment is at 3 today and I look forward to it. I'll keep you posted as to how this unfolds!
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