Well, OK then.
I thought this thread was going along fine without me.
What I see in the mobile home business is an interesting cross section of humanity.
I encounter a lot of people who have not been responsible with money and are just trying me out to see if they can somehow get a house trailer off of me.
And I encounter many decent people who have had unfortunate things happen, more often than not medical, that have damaged them financiallly and damaged their credit. Unfortunately, I can’t do much for them other than make suggestions about how to go forward to repair their credit.
And I encounter a lot of responsible people who are just getting started, are ready to own their first home, and have decided a mobile home, sometimes on property their family owns, sometimes on a rented lot in the country or in a mobile home park, is the way they want to go. Plus a fair number of seniors who are downsizing, moving closer to their kids or out to the countryside after selling the house that’s bigger than they need now. And also I encounter established working people who have lived in mobile homes for a long time and are replacing an old one.
I make each home the best I can possibly do within the constraints that will still allow it to sell at a price people can accept. My homes cost typically about half what a new one will cost, and they’re every bit as nice. It’s not unusual for a customer to tell me they went to 30 dealers before they saw my homes and decided to buy from me.
I work on them (Gary, who’s some kind of saint of a handiman does more of the hands on work nowadays while I run the business), not thinking about what it will mean to the people who eventually will live there. Selling one of these is a fairly rare event, so I forget what it’s like each time.
Then I do sell one, and the buyers remind me what a big thing it is. It’s somebody’s home, and oftentimes, it changes their lives.
This is kind of roundabout, but I guess my point is, when you only see a population of people from a distance, it’s easy to think they’re all alike. But the thing is, people are people, no matter where they are and no matter what broad category of humanity they might happen to fit.
The closer you get, the easier it is to see that there are decent people everywhere, and there are shady people everywhere. It’s got nothing to do with social status or property value, as far as I can tell.
One of the best things I ever heard was from an east Indian traditional physician who said, “My advice to you is, never think of anyone as bigger than you are, and never think of anyone as smaller than you are. Always think of everyone as just the same as you.”
Gary has fostered something like 58 kids. His son will be getting out in about a week after two years in prison for a series of DUI’s. His other son just bought a place in Tennessee where he’s moved from Colorado to take over a management job with a large construction company. Gary doesn’t talk about one any differently than the other. If I can keep things going well enough to support the payroll, his son who is just getting out will be working for me before long, alongside his father while he tries to put his life back together.
I don’t feel qualified to say much about adoption, really. I never thought I would have children at all, and it never would have occurred to me to go into adoption on my own. As it happens with many men, adopting kids was part of the package that came with the relationship with my life’s partner. I accepted that and followed Arleen into it.
I don’t have words for what the experience has been/is like, except to say that in a very real way, each of these seven children has adopted me just as much as I’ve adopted them, and they have done at least as much for me as I could ever possibly do for them.
Best wishes,
Jerry