In my profession, I get to see great joy. But lately, my calling has been to counsel; and sometimes I feel ill-equipped to provide comfort in the stories I hear. Today, I met with four different sellers. Two literally wept at their kitchen tables due to financial strains beyond their control. Strong, intelligent, well-meaning, sincere people – trapped in extenuating circumstances that seem impossible to turn around. What can I say to comfort? My heart just breaks. Good people, losing their homes. How can I help them? At this point, I probably can’t save their homes, but I can help them get a new start and make the transition less abrupt than the sheriff’s unscheduled knock. I have no answers for the greater problems, but I can listen, but somehow this doesn’t feel like enough. Maybe I can provide the slightest bit of hope. BTW, the third seller was a delight, but we have A LOT of work to do on that (very cool) home. The 4th seller screamed at me because he didn’t like the offer I received on his home today. THIS is my glamorous job.