Today, went to help out my relatives and helped them to negotiate for a property, managed to get about a significant difference because of my relationship with the developer. Yesterday, went with good bro as a team to negotiate about commercial units, he successfully negotiated about almost 50k off. Very proud of him as developer really gave everyone face.
Back to my case, despite getting a huge discount for my relatives, they were still hesitant and took their time, etc. It took more than 3 hours before they finally made up their minds about it. I could not wait further and went for breakfast as it was 2pm by then and when i came back, the relatives got a loaner car from the boss and went for breakfast, felt bad and grateful to the developer at the same time as not everyone would bother. They forgot to bring our phone as well with their numbers and the developer guys gamely lent them a phone as well as car to go out for food.
Only thing was, got some snide remarks from some of the sales folks whom i offended severely when getting cheques back for people who were not really confirmed about buying. Got back 2 cheques in total and hurt my relationship with them in the process but luckily one of them understands where i am coming from and knows i was played out as well so thankfully he still helped out this time.
Advertised for a good bro for his semi-d and got an European couple in touch with them directly and introduced them, when the time comes for money matters, i excused myself and left quietly.
Was quite down the last few days as i felt sad about some family matters, then a good bro shared with me this. At least you can help out so and so, in my case, this person left for so many years, where do i even find him, how do i know he is doing well or having warm food or a shelter over his head? I may be well to do but what can i do for him. I felt very touched, he has really deep feelings for this relative of his, i felt bad for him and knew he was really noble and far more caring than i can ever be. Deep respect.
How many of us truly care for one another, even in the family? It seems kindness always starts last in ones family. I have asked this many years before, have you hugged your father/mother today? If not, please do so before it is too late, we are all here just like the bloom of a flower and thereafter fading fast.
What do we want to be remembered for before we breathe our last? Our degrees/masters/PHD? Our job title however grandiose? Our power at work and in life? The number of zeros in our bank account or how about the size/number of ones houses or cars? What good is a car if it cannot be used to help others? What good are the many rooms a house have if it cannot be used to house ones loved ones or those who one care about?
No one puts these on the tombstone as it is almost always written by those who you meant the most to. You are almost always remembered as a spouse, mother, a father, a son or a daughter and of course, in some ways, a brother or sister.
No one puts any titles, certifications or titles on them for after the fitful struggle in life, everything that one possesses are automatically revoked at the point of death. \
Do something with your life, it is never too late to help, at least not until the coffin lid closes for good.