Every single time I go to the bathroom I forget to take my stupid key fob thingy. Consquently I end up walking through the front doors, saying hi to the girls, and then walking to my office the long way. I don't lose any sleep over this. First of all, I get to say hi to the girls in the front. They have the hardest job in this office. So a little appreciation of them is a good thing. Second, I have a tendency to eat like a heffer during the day. Any extra steps I can take to burn another calorie or two can never be a bad thing.
Anyway, yesterday when I was walking by the front desk saying my usual "Wut up girl?" to Christina, I saw the newest issue of R.E. Magazine. Guess who I saw on the front - Pat and Kathy King of The Owen Group. I immediately stopped to see what the article was about. Most of you know that I got my start here at Keller Williams at The Owen Group. I worked for Pat and Kathy for over 4 years. It's not the fact that I started with the King's that has cause my fondness for them, it's the fact that they are genuinely, sincerely, and authentically 2 of the most unebelivable people you will ever meet in your life.
The article is entitled "God, Family, & Business." It is subtitled The Keller Williams philosophy defines Pat and Kathy King of The Owen Group. It's very true!
I am so thankful that I got my foot in the door, as it were, with the King's. My thankfulness goes far beyond what I've gained economically or professionally. My thankfulness stems from my love for Pat and Kathy. They are family - not just friends. I still call Kathy on Mothers Day. They still invite me over at Christmas. I still know their birthdays. They know mine. There's nothing that I wouldn't do for them, and visa-versa.
I really encourage you to read the article. It's awesome! It says a lot about who they are as employers and people.
You know the other really neat thing that I thought about when I read that article; our culture here at the Heritage office is just stellar. I've visited other offices. We really have something special here.
Sheesh, I'm starting to feel all girly and mushy. I hope no one slipped estrogen pills in my Red Bull. Next thing you know I'm going to be reading romance novels and wanting to have Dr. Phil moments.