My respected colleague Janis shares a story that gives me a childhood reminder about being fearless. I'll begin with a lesson my Mom taught me at a very early age. Today, when I think about it I don't know if she implanted the adventurer in me on purpose or by accident?
My Mom was born in Chicago, Illinois. As a child her parents dreamed of leaving the crowded city to move to a more country setting. Her dad who was skilled in plastering, saved enough money to purchase around 5 acres of land in rural Pembroke township, a town name Hopkins park, Illinois. Her Dad with the help of her three older brothers began to build the family dream home in the late 1940s.
Her dad age 56 at the time suffered a massive heart attack while installing the home's roof, when the home was just over 75% completed. He died, leaving the finishing of the home to her older brothers. Imagine male teenagers having to take on such a responsibility? My Mom has shared many stories of hardship the family endured after her Dad's passing in this rural area about 60 miles south of downtown Chicago.
The one I remember the most is how she as a child had to walk down a long dusty country road to get to school. I was probably seven years old when Mom first told me the story of this one farm she had to pass by daily. Geese were raised on this farm and Mom was terrified of them. She said she would dread walking past that farm daily because the Geese would meet up with her and chase her until she was out of the range of their territory. This daily routine went on for months until one day Mom said she just got tired of being afraid.
One morning fed up with this expected routine, Mom decided she was going to fight back. She was going to stand up to those Geese even if they won the fight in the process. Approaching the farm Mom dropped her book bag down to the gravel road and walked straight towards those Geese yelling at them telling them they were going to leave her alone.
She told them you see me coming down this road every morning and you know how afraid I am of you. She demanded they stop bullying her. Guess what? They listened and obeyed. Imagine that, the Geese understood English! She told me after she stood up to them she had no more trouble out of those bold Geese.
I've heard her give more detailed versions of that story a few times in my growing up years. As I look back on all the challenges, tests, and trials I've endured in my life, the one consistent thing I've always done was face them fearlessly. I've never allowed fear to stop me from going after a goal I've really wanted to obtain.
Whenever I've found myself in situations which appeared hopeless, or look like I would never come through them victoriously, I purposed in my heart to conquer fear first. I've won many battles in my life recalling that story. Whether she did it on purpose or not Mom gave me what I call it another gift that just keeps on giving. Thanks Janis for reminding me I am more than a conqueror no matter what obstacles I face in life!
Showing properties can alway be an adventure!
I have always loved photographing animals.
Are you a fan of geese? If you are familiar with these white feathered creatures you would know that geese can be rather aggressive. They are actually great watchdogs and true to their family and surroundings. While I do spend time in the more rural areas around where I live, I did not grow up with farm animals or know much about their particular habits. I was familiar with the expression, but not from where it came.
Yesterday I met a client at a piece of land I’ve been trying to sell. A beautiful location and it was cold outside. When there is interest I show land, even in the middle of January. I parked my car at a long driveway next door, as not to block traffic. While I was waiting for the buyer to show up I heard some noises. I looked up and saw three geese.. two of them rather large, making all sorts of noises. Embracing the moment to photograph animals I drove to the top of the drive on the hill and their honking became louder and louder. Watchdogs they are!! I grabbed a few photos and turned around and waited for my client who arrived moments later.
The geese were off in the distance, but kept an eye out for us. At one point while we were standing on the driveway they bolted down to us chattering with a cacophony of loud warnings, encouraging us to flee from their home territory. They were not too close, but we did take notice. I guess we should have heeded their warnings and paid a bit more attention to them .. but we were too busy talking about drainage and building permits.
My words of wisdom are to never take your eyes off the goose. One decided to get up close and personal with my client.. and now I know where the expression comes from.. YES… he was goosed! The look on his face was priceless. He jumped a mile and was quite rattled … but he was young and survived the ordeal. Thank goodness for that!
The funniest thing was what he said next … “oh now you have quite the Realtor story!!” I guess maybe he reads my blog??
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