Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Decisions

A decision to change career paths in 1988 put Aaron, age 1, on a road in Windsor driving a truck at age 18. Somebody's decision to pile mulch on the side of that same road and ring it with massive concrete ended Aaron's journey in 2005. Billions of choices were presented in the interim and any one would have altered the course enough. None more than the decision in November 1990 to buy a house in Windsor.

The owners of that house were first customers of mine. In '89 I had decided to stay in Madison over Memorial Day weekend. I was the only Realtor in the office without plans. The manager decided to give me the opportunity to work with this relocating customer. They had been offered a job and had decided to accept. Knowing what they wanted in a house, I found one in Windsor that looked like a perfect match. The owners of the house had decided to accept a job out East two years removed from deciding to build the house. My customers did indeed love the house and decided to buy. We had become friends and had visited them during the Holidays. Aaron liked their boys and their boy's toys. Andy was one of the kids.  Less than two years later they decided to move to Michigan. They called me and we decided I should be their Realtor, and they suggested that we should buy the house. They felt it was the ideal location to raise two boys. We decided we agreed. We moved in in January 2001 before Patrick was born. Aaron was with family while we moved. They brought him to the house after the heavy lifting was done. Aaron ran in with his cousins, Amanda and Kristopher. He rushed into the family room with a question. "Mom, Dad!! Why's all my stuff in Andy's room??!!" Aaron was thrilled that this would be his home.

What was left of the billion decisions that culminated in disaster were ahead of me. Any one could have made the difference. Painful. My resentment toward Windsor isn't what it used to be; I wish I'd never known of the place. I was there today. I have no desire to return.  Memories of opportunities taken or not  are a pain in my left shoulder near the base of my neck. Sometimes they break my heart and I sob.

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