I remember way back when.... I really wanted to be a realtor, not that I new what the word mean't. I wanted to show houses and help families get into homes of ownership. I actually didn't even realize what that word meanot. I never owned a home, and never grew up with a owned home. I guess it wass't the property taxes I missed.
It was an intense feeling of helping others accomplish a goal I never thougth I would. I believed in a vision that I had some amazing talent to help friends, family and those less fortunate the ability to achieve a goal I didn't. I guess I wish I had an agent that helped me find faith and a system that made my goals obtainable.
I didn't go into real estate to make a huge profit. I still am not in real estate to make a huge profit. I work 7 days a wwek. Why? Because I loove to learn and I enjoy working with my clients. Is it the money? No... the more you bmake..,the more you may end up giving to the governent. I want to help....but not at the expense of my family.....I guess we need to draw the line....... I work hard.. but know when to relax in the grass...
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