There was a lady that I would meet from time to time. I simply adore her. She was never at a loss for words and always had a good story to tell which is a good thing for me since I really do enjoy listening to people. Poor thing had just lost everything and did not know what to do with herself. She was a realtor in the Beverly Hills/Santa Monica area dealing million dollar homes and mansions and now she is just as poor and homeless as the rest. A true testament that the long arm of poverty can reach just about anyone. She once told me a story of one of her adventures in realty. While her coworkers all drove fabulous rides like Mercedes Benz and BMW she had but a mere modest SUV. At the end of a showing, she would often lean on a vehicle other than her own as if to pose as it belonged to her. This usually worked except for the one time that it backfired and the car that she was leaning on turned out to be the client’s so needless to say she was BUSTED. But the guy was really cool about it. Even shared a bit of wisdom that she will not soon forget and neither will I..
It’s not what you drive, it’s what drives you..
Words to live by.