His Voice, My Hand
My divorce was finalized and I was looking for something to do. I decided to get a real estate license and went to work for a business broker in Traverse City Mi. One day John ,a fellow salesman, asked me if I would like to go for a ride to look at a hotel he had just listed in St. Ignace Mi. Since motels had been my life's work for the last 20 years and I was bored I agreed to go with him. We drove to St. Ignace on a very cold day in January 1992 , got the key from the owner, and proceeded to look at the hotel . It was old and very run down but had a charm that still lingered . As we walked through the hotel with our flashlights and frozen fingers both of us started talking about what could be done with the place , putting together a sales pitch that we could use on prospective buyers. We had lunch and started back home continuing our discussion about the possibilities of the hotel and both getting quite excited. As I got out of Johns car at our office I said to John " I would buy it myself if I only had a down payment" . He laughed and went home and I went home to my apartment. When I got home I opened my mailbox and took the mail upstairs to read . There was a letter from a man I had sold a house to years ago . We usually had no contact as the payments automatically went into a bank account. I opened the letter and read "I'm rearranging my finances so I will be paying off the land contract on the house". I sat there amazed, here was another miracle, Less than an hour ago I said I would buy the hotel if I had a down payment and here it was. Needless to say I bought the hotel. It needed a lot more work than I had figured but it is all getting done.
(ask and you shall receive)
