10 HUGS, 3 children, 4 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend, 2 new friends)
Seriously, I have been waiting 2 months to hug the woman I hugged today and boy was it ever worth the wait. 2 months ago, I placed an ad on Craigslist selling the table on my screen porch. It is a beautiful table in great condition, but I was looking replace it with furniture that will create more of a sitting area than an eating area. A couple of factors caused me to price it well below it’s value. 1. I am no good at determining value. 2. I was in no rush to get rid of it. 3. We did not purchase it. It was given as a gift.
Within oh, I don’t know, 2 minutes? of posting it, I received my first call. Then, less than 5 minutes later another. Oops. Guess I did price it a little low. Well, I have said before and I will say again, things are as they are meant to be. The first woman that called me was finally getting her house repaired after it had been devastated in the destructive tornado earlier this year. After losing everything, she was hoping to recreate her home with good deals through Craigslist. I was thrilled that I could provide her with one of those good deals. She asked me to hold it for her for a week so that she could purchase a storage facility to store it. I was in no rush to get rid of it, so I asked her not to waste her money on one. I would hold it as long as she needed. We spoke a few times, dates changed a few times, but I reassured her over and over. I would not sell it to anyone but her. She had been through enough, it was the least I could do and I was happy to do it for her.
She arrived today to pick up the table. She immediately gave me a great big bear hug and proceeded to hug me twice after that. She was thrilled with the table and we chatted like old friends. My hubby helped bring it to her truck and even threw in a few packing blankets to help protect the glass table top. She promised to keep in touch to let me know how things are going and when she is moved back in. I promised to keep her in the loop when we have any of our neighborhood garage sales. Perhaps I didn’t get as much money as I could have for it, but money couldn’t buy the warm, fuzzy feeling I had when she drove away.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.