Part of each day last week was devoted to delivering treats to our valued sphere who generously and frequently sends us business. Our geographic area is large and travels take many miles for the opportunity to do brief "face time" or at the very least, let it be known that we cared enough to make the trip !
Driving down a well traveled street, David spotted a portfolio....the kind that has the mega meeting notes on the lined legal pad and a pocket for business cards...the kind that holds the valuable notes and scribbled reinders of who to call...that fleeting million dollar subject idea.....you kow that well worn pre-techno required mobile office some of us still treasure.
Realizing that this very likely someone's "treasure chest".....David circled back...waited for traffic to subside and picked up the portable office...which included a cell phone that had been run over....a dozen credit cards, a passport, social security card and other valuable information. The perfect kit any thief would need to be well prepared to steal an identity.
He located the "mobile office's" home address on the many pieces of identification and drove a few miles to find the house. A woman was in the driveway...David drove up and asked if
Mr. Mobile Office was available....No, she said, she was his wife...could she help him ....Wellll....no it was more like could David help her...Mr. Mobile Office....and their whole family from being robbed of their identity and dealing with the devastating aftermath of what that event could mean. David asked for her identification since she may not be who she seemed and this would only further complicate an already potentially tragic situation. Yes...it really was Mrs. Mobile Office...and he gave her the "office" and valuable contents.
She threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug..."He just called and said he must have left it on the roof of the car and unthinkingly drove away.....and was just frantic...thank you , thank you, thank you !"
David tucked our business card into the now well worn portfolio and went on about his treat deliveries. When he came home before he relayed the story to me he asked if anyone named "John Schmidt" had called...no ...No one by that name had called. Sometimes good deeds are their own reward .
If you want to be rewarded with the kind of service you deserve in real estate in southeastern Wisconsin...Call the Hansons...it is our honor to be of service.