We all become involved in real estate for our own reasons.
Some become involved in real estate with expectations of high financial rewards others for independence as their “Own Boss” and so on. There are about as many reasons as there are real estate agents.
I was basically pushed into the business. My Mother and Wife owned an Agency in rural Missouri and I was drafted to build a company website.
When “Mom” caught me talking to customers on the phone after hours while I was working on the website, she insisted that I get my real estate license to keep her from losing hers.
I eventually ended up with my Brokers License. Unlike my conversations with customers prior to licensing, the more I knew about real estate the less I really wanted to talk about it and my unlearned advice turned into cautious comments and questions.
I have noted in my nine plus years that this industry has more peaks and valleys than the Rocky Mountains and more traps than a Louisiana marsh.
Being the “Token” male in an office with eight female Agents in a rural Missouri Agency had its pitfalls. In addition to taking out the garbage on a daily basis, I routinely pulled every undesirable duty around the office and was forced to show the majority of the hunting property, rural acreage and vacant land. This included the annual showing of “the Hiker”.
One thing I could count on every summer was “the Hiker” showing up at least once. You know the one I’m talking about. While his face may have changed every year, I could recognize him by the hiking boots, huge calves and the bottle of spring water clinched tightly in one hand. He was usually between 23 and 27 years old and always wore those Khaki shorts. You know… the shorts with all the pockets.
I could always count on him to show up between noon and 2PM some time in late July or early August when the temperature hovered in the low 100s with 98% humidity. The “Hiker” always wanted to preview at least one 80 acre parcel. EVERY INCH OF IT! The Ozark foothills are just that, hills. While on top of one hill looking across to the other it may only be 100 yards away, but by the time you walked down the hill and back up the other side you have traveled 300 plus yards. Needless to say, I did not look forward to my visit from the “Hiker” or the resulting smell of Ben Gay for days on my aching body following our stroll through the woods.
While I have had some not so good times in the industry, I have also had some great experiences and have developed some extremely strong friendships.
Helping a family select and purchase that special “Dream Home” is a personal high for me. Home ownership after all is a major part of the “American Dream” and taking a small part in a family’s pursuit of this dream is an extremely gratifying experience.
This is one profession that every day is completely different from the last. While we agents may like to think we have daily routines, there is nothing routine about it. Every day offers new challenges, new learning experiences and is as unique as a snowflake. And yes, the financial rewards may have been grossly exaggerated but the experiences have been as the commercial says “Priceless”.
While the industry is constantly evolving, it offers many opportunities for continuing education to keep up with the never ending changes.
As I stated earlier, we all have our own reasons for getting involved with real estate. While I may have been drafted, it is a profession that I am proud to belong to.
Real Estate is a highly regulated profession by most states, and has additional self policing organizations such as the National Association of REALTORS® and others in an effort to protect the general public and assure professionalism. Some of the most professional individuals I have known are in the profession, and bad apples are rare.
On a closing note, since moving to the Las Vegas Valley I am ready at any given moment for a visit from “the Hiker”. I am completely prepared to show every inch of these half and quarter acre properties!
-Mack McMillan