Why I Am A Realtor

On a particularly tough real estate day I found myself driving my white Ford Focus down a bumpy gravel road in Palmer Alaska in an attempt to locate a property to show to a prospective buyer. Between bumps, billows of dust and intermittent cell service I pondered a recent conversation I had had with a person who did not understand the value of using a realtor.

No surprise that this person’s opinion of realtors stemmed from a negative personal experience.

Although I am but one Alaskan Realtor Chic in a small but mighty Ford Focus (no longer white thanks to dirty, bumpy roads!) I have formed my own opinion of realtors over the years.  We are not all good. We are not all bad. We all make mistakes. Sometimes little mistakes that no one notices and other times big mistakes–because we are imperfect humans.

And yet we continue to show up on a moments notice to show a property on a Sunday evening, write offers at 10:00 at night, receive phone calls and texts 24/7, line up a half dozen showings in one afternoon, and stick with our clients for sometimes months on end in an attempt to find them not just A house but to find them THE house.  And we get excited every time we successfully match a client with the right property or when a seller receives an offer from an excited buyer.
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It’s what we do.

Sometimes I wonder if what I do is enough, especially when things go south.

However, last week I sat at the close table with a remarkable man, Mike Tucker, as he signed the papers to his new property.    Mike and his beautiful family are one of the reasons why I am proud to say that I am a realtor.  The other reasons are all of the amazing people I have gotten to know and help because I am a realtor.  I love coming alongside hard-working, diverse, incredible families and getting the honor of serving them in the wonderful world of real estate. And yes, it really can be wonderful.

So, though some days may be tough, I am feeling as optimistic as the young man at the beach who was throwing the starfish into the ocean one at a time.  An older man walked by and asked him, “What are you doing?”  The young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them back into the ocean they will die.”

The older man replied, “There are miles and miles of beach with starfish along every mile. You can’t possibly make a difference.”

The young boy picked up another starfish and threw it back into the ocean with its breaking waves and said, “It made a difference for that one.”

If you are looking for a realtor, I would love to be your perfect, imperfect choice.  Give me a call or text me (315-1086) or shoot me an email (sheila@valleymarket.com).

You are the reason why I am a realtor!

Sheila