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Hostile;2821288 said:I work for a Property Management Company right now while I am trying to buy a local business from a long time friend. I hate the banks right now. They are idiots.
My job is basically Supervision of the Maintenance crews for the various communities that the company manages.
I was on a property this afternoon to do an inspection of an apartment that was an eviction for drugs and non payment of rent. I walk in this apartment and it is unreal. Trash everywhere. Moldy bread. A measuring cup with some soured milk on the floor. Holes in the walls everywhere.
So I'm walking through this place making notes of how much my guys are going to have to do, how long before it is a rentable unit again, etc.
I walk into the bedroom and I am checking out the closet area and there is puppy poop everywhere.
I turn around to leave and this little wobbly legged puppy is behind me. They left the puppy! It looks like it's part chocolate Labrador and part shepherd.
I picked this puppy up and he was trembling. I look around. No food or water. At least the Air was still on in the apartment.
I went down to the Office and I said, "that apartment was still occupied." The manager turned around and saw the puppy and she was as mad as me.
We got the puppy some food and water. All kinds of kids came in the office to see him. Everybody was talking about what to do with him. Finally the Manager's daughter-in-law says that if no one objects she will take the puppy. She has 2 boys whose Dad just left them and their Mom to shack up with some other woman. The people that left the puppy were some of his druggie friends. Junior is 7 or 8 and Nick is 4.
So we took the puppy to see his new kids. Nick looked up at his Mom and said, "can we name him Gizmo?"
The story is going to have a happy ending but right now I want to punch the people who lived there right in the mouth.
Thank heavens I was asked to do that inspection today.
Old friend, rather than focusing on those lousy SOBs, focus on the joy of those two sad little boys and their new bestest buddy, Gizmo...
I've often felt that my last dog Bear got killed because God wanted me to find Aly, and I think that God wanted you to find Gizmo so that those little boys could have a pup to love... this is a story with a very happy ending, I think...
It really is true, the Lord works in mysterious ways...