Do you have a front door laying around for the family
without one? Or Wood for the guy who has lived in the Tamarisk for the past
several years. Or art supplies he can sell? Or equipment donations for children
without even a little league?
I did a
real estate deal recently with a buyer and seller who had a very different view
of the town I was seeing. The seller, now in his seventies, had grown up there
in happier times. He had fond memories of it.
buyer took me on a horseback ride through town and what I saw could put tears
in the eyes of even a very hardened person. People living in homes without
doors, trash piles heaped high around homes that were inhabited. There was a
kind young guy who lived in a tree, but remembered a time that his parents had
owned an art store there, on that spot, decades earlier. He happily held my
horse while I ran into the store for waters.
children who didn’t smile. Not for my smiling at them, having good looking
horses to pet, and being bought candy. I was told by the buyer it’s been like
this for decades. Decade after decade of extreme poverty. He talked of wanting
to start a little league and teach riding lessons for the kids who can’t afford
it. Why don’t those kids have a skate park, dance lessons, art lessons, music,
basketball, volleyball? What are they supposed to do?
been talking with a close friend recently about her trips to Africa to help
children and had been inspired to join her on a next one. The buyer asked why
couldn’t we help the kids and people right here as well. People I just found
out existed. So yeah, I’m actually serious. When I go back out there I’d love
to drop off a front door if anyone has one they want to donate. Or wood to
build a shelter under a tamarisk which is probably illegal but his parents
owned that land and he’s been there for years now. Or art supplies, or baseball
bats. I wish I could finance it myself.
It made me realize how fortunate most of us are to live in homes with doors and
have the amenities around us for our children.
back thinking over what I’d just seen. I gave my emergency silver blanket to
the buyer to give to the guy under the tree. I researched his property and
there’s no owner of record. I thought deep down I’d just seen a town with no
hope until I mentioned that thought to the buyer. “Oh no,” he said. “There’s
hope. Because without hope there’s nothing.” Ok. Fair enough. So anybody want
to help out? J
PS…I’m putting the location as Phoenix because I do not wish
to embarrass any inhabitants there by naming the actual location. There are
actually some nice homes on the other side of town. It is roughly 40min from my
office. It’s quite a beautiful drive out there. But then you get there. And
there has to be some ways to lift this town back up?