Sweet Deal

What could I say? I sincerely hoped it was bashert.

My brother Tuli called when I finally got off the bridge. “So this person wants to know if I could make him a construction policy and convert it to a tenant-occupied policy once construction is done. Is that something people normally do?”

I spent the next forty minutes coaching my kid brother, mainly encouraging him not to be afraid of risk, which was all he really needed to hear. I’d basically been telling him the same things for the past year, since he went out on his own in the insurance line. All the help, advice, and leads I could offer him from my own work experience were great, but it was Tuli’s lack of confidence that held him back from really breaking into the industry.

Today’s conversation was a great distraction from my nerves. I hung up when I finally pulled up in front of the Essex County Veterans Courthouse at eleven fifty-two, eight minutes before the auction was scheduled to start.