A few years ago...I was assisting a young, Hispanic couple with the purchase of their first home. They wanted a home in a very specific area of Raleigh, North Carolina...a popular neighborhood where homes sold fairly quickly. We had been looking for a few weeks when my client called one afternoon to tell me that she had driven past a FSBO (For Sale By Owner) in the neighborhood...that it seemed to be the perfect home.
Immediately, I checked the MLS and found that the home was also listed for sale through a local real estate broker...with a limited service listing agreement...allowing both the owners and the REALTOR® to market the home. Knowing that my client was anxious to see the home, I called CSS (Centralized Showing Services) to make an appointment for later that same afternoon. The appointment was confirmed for 4:30pm.
Around 3:30pm, I received a call from CSS...stating that the sellers wished to reschedule the appointment for the following day...no reason was given. Since my clients had already made their plans around this appointment and were already en route, I called the listing agent directly to try to work it out. I explained to her that my clients were ready, willing and able to purchase the home. She agreed to call the owners and ask for an exception.
Within minutes, she called me back and told me that the appointment was back on...that the sellers just wanted me to be aware that the baby MIGHT be napping...that we MAY NOT be able to go into the nursery. ::NO PROBLEMO:: I jumped in my car and headed to Raleigh...hoping to arrive a few minutes early.
As I turned into the neighborhood, my clients pulled in directy behind me. Rounding the corner, I saw the home for the first time...a large brick home...on a lovely, corner lot...up on a hill. ::THINKING TO SELF:: "YES...this is PERFECT!" I also noticed that the family was sitting outside...waiting for our arrival.
While my clients were exiting their vehicle and getting their children out of their car seats, I made my way up the hill to introduce myself to the owners. With a big smile and extended hand, I said "Hi...I'm Elizabeth Nieves...thanks for allowing us to take a look at your home this afternoon." I was STILL smiling, and my hand was STILL extended...but they were just staring blankly at me. Thinking that maybe I was at the wrong home, I glanced down the hill and saw the 'FOR SALE' sign in the front yard.
::OKAY...TRYING AGAIN::
"When I spoke to the listing agent this afternoon, she mentioned that your baby might be sleeping. That is no problem. We'll just take a minute to walk through the home, and we'll be really quiet."
At this point, the wife spoke up nervously and stammered..."Ummm, this is just NOT a good time. I've been at a doctor's appointment all day, and I'd really rather you not show the home today. You can call our agent back and make an appointment for another day."
::COMPOSING MYSELF:: "Oh...I see. Well...I DID ACTUALLY CONFIRM THIS appointment just an hour ago with your agent...AND...my clients and I drove from Durham. Since we are already here...please...can't we just take a quick look? My clients are extremely interested in this home, and they are absolutely ready to make a decision today."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the husband's face turning brighter and brighter shades of red. I chose NOT to look at him, but I was pretty sure I could feel rays of heat radiating from his firey stare. Behind me...halfway down the driveway...my clients were standing silently...aware that there was some kind of conflict. ::WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY NOW?::
Just as the wife opened her mouth and began saying "Oh...I guess it will be okay...", the husband raised his right arm (in which he held a big hammer) into the air and lunged toward me...screaming "I don't care who told you what. This is my &^%*($%# house! You don't hear good, do ya? Git yurself and yur &^%*$%#@ outta my &^%*($% yard right now before I lose control!" ::THINKING AND RUNNING AT THE SAME TIME:: "BEFORE YOU LOSE CONTROL???!!!"
As I reached the bottom of the driveway, I looked back up at the owners. He was still standing there with the hammer raised into the air...shouting racial profanities. ::LIGHTBULB GOES ON:: "Mr. Seller is NOT just INSANE...he is INSANE AND RACIST!"
Shaken but safe in our cars, I signaled for my clients to follow me. A few streets away, I pulled to the side of the road to call the listing agent. Our conversation went something like this:
"Hello 'Christine'...this is Elizabeth Nieves. I just TRIED to show your listing on Brentwood Road."
"Oh yes, Elizabeth. How did that showing go?"
"Well...I suppose it did not go sooooo badly considering that I escaped BEFORE your insane seller cracked my head open with the hammer!!!" ::EXPECTING 'CHRISTINE' TO BE SHOCKED::
After a long moment of silence, 'Christine' replied "Elizabeth, I'm really sorry about that. He is LIKE THAT sometimes...especially when it comes to 'certain races'. When I talked to his wife earlier, she told me that she could keep him under control."
"You are telling me that you KNEW that he was capable of behaving like that, and YOU DID NOT WARN ME? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
Interrupting me..."Elizabeth, this is the first time that a Hispanic family has looked at the home. I knew that he is prejudice, but I never expected him to be violent. What I need to do is get this home sold so that I don't have to deal with him anymore."
::STUNNED:: "NO...what you need to do is get a huge sign that says 'BIG, UGLY, INSANE RACIST LIVES HERE...ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!' and stake it in the front yard. Furthermore, I cannot tell you how to run your real estate business, but IF you are SO desperate that you need to take a listing from someone like this...perhaps you should consider a different profession."
Ironically, a month later I learned that 'Christine' had left the real esta
te business.
Moral of the story:
IF...in the interest of full disclosure...you need
THIS SIGN-------------->
You might just want to consider passing on
THAT LISTING!!!
(BTW...names have been changed to protect the guilty!)
Rule #1 (of Elizabeth's R.E. Rule Book) ***NO NAKED PEOPLE ALLOWED TO 'POP OUT' DURING SHOWING***
Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR® -- The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)
Today...all across our great country...we remember. We remember a day...September 11, 2001...when thousands of ‘ordinary' men and women made the ‘extraordinary' decision to risk their own lives in order to save another. In doing so...they became heroes.

Today I remember...Betty Burgess Avery...my hero.
What is a hero?
Miriam Webster defines ‘hero' like this:
Etymology:
Latin heros, from Greek hērōs
1 a: a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability b: an illustrious warrior c: a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities d: one that shows great courage 2 a: the principal male character in a literary or dramatic work b: the central figure in an event, period, or movement 3: an object of extreme admiration and devotion.
Because of our own perceived frailty...we (humans) seek heroes. When we cannot find them, we create them and give them supernatural powers to rescue us from the evil in the world. We refer to them as ‘superheroes' and make movies and comic books about them.
Personally, I've never been a big fan of ‘superheroes'...perhaps because I've been blessed with so many 'real' heroes in my life. My ‘super' man is my husband (Diego) and there is no greater ‘wonder' in the world than my own mother's love. I know...they are related to me. They HAVE to love me...RIGHT?
Betty Burgess Avery was NOT related to me. She was not obligated to love me. In fact, looking back...there was no reason for her to notice me at all. Betty Burgess Avery was a teacher...but she was not MY teacher. She was a counselor...but she was not MY counselor. Betty Avery was born into a wealthy, prestigious, Southern family, and I was born into a poor, uneducated family. She was an eloquent and refined wife of a young state official, with a promising future. I was a troublesome, thirteen year-old girl, wearing a mask of rebellion to hide my broken heart.
Growing up with an abusive, alcoholic father, I learned from a very early age to ‘cover-up' the scars...the ones on my face and the ones in my heart. When I was very young, I hid behind my big personality and even bigger smile. By the time I was a teen-ager, I decided that faking a smile was just not worth the effort. I had given up on people...and I was aware that most of them had given up on me. I reasoned that...IF I did not give any part of myself to anyone...no one would expect anything from me. It worked...until I met Betty Avery.
After being caught leaving the school campus without permission, I was ‘punished' and sent to Betty Avery's in-school suspension class for ten days. The only thing I remember from my first day in her class is hearing her say, "Students...you are here because you broke the rules, but you are not ‘trash'. My class is NOT the ‘GAR...bage' can." I did not look up when she was speaking, but I was listening to what she said.
Upon arriving to 'her' class the next morning, I saw 'her' sipping tea and reading the newspaper. Reading aloud, she focused on the news articles about violence and crime...asking us for our opinions about the things that had happened in the world. Without accusing or lecturing, she challenged me to evaluate the choices I was making about my life. Of course, I did not admit to 'her' or anyone else that my shell was cracking.
On the second day of in-school suspension, one of my teachers delivered all of my assignments for the next nine days. Having nothing else to distract me, I did my work...ALL of it. At the end of the day, I turned my completed work into ‘her' and asked what I would do for the remaining eight days. Something in ‘her' smile forewarned me that she had plans for me. Nothing in my face hinted that I cared...one way or the other.
The following morning...I plopped down in Betty Avery's class...my physical body present but my mind far, far away. As if someone was trying to wake me out of a deep sleep, I heard "Beth...which of these two books seems more interesting to you. Which one would you like to read?" She had selected two books with themes about teen-aged girls who were going through difficult times. It was the first moment that I knew...she saw behind my mask...she knew. I had not been able to hide from ‘her'...and I did not wish to hide any longer.

(This photo was taken during my last visit to Betty Avery's home. Mr. Avery sneaked in and snapped the photo. After Betty's death, he had it framed and delivered to me...with a letter telling me how special I was to Betty. This is one of my most treasured possessions.)
During the next week and a half, the crack in my façade grew wider...and Betty Avery found her way to my heart. After repeating many times, "Beth...you are special...you are strong"...I started to believe 'her'. I looked deeply into 'her' eyes and saw my own reflection...perhaps for the first time. IF she could love me...I thought...maybe I should try to love myself.
A few weeks after I left Betty Avery's in-school suspension class, she left school for maternity leave...her first baby. Insecure...I feared that once she had her baby she would forget about me, but she did not. She kept her promise that I would be Catherine's babysitter and allowed me to spend every other weekend with her at their home. Even though she was busy being a new mother, she stayed up half of the night talking to me...listening to me...encouraging me to believe in myself.
During the times that I was not with her...she wrote me letters and sent me books to read. Like little gifts from heaven, her letters always came when I felt the most fragile...reminding me that I was ‘special and strong'...that I could do anything I wanted to do...that she believed in me.
Just five months after God gave me this beautiful gift...my angel...my hero...a drunk driver took her away. Betty Burgess Avery and Catherine Avery, her infant daughter, were killed when their car was struck from behind by a drunk driver...sending them into the path of a semi-truck and other vehicles. Catherine died upon impact, and Betty Avery died the next morning.
In December 2007, I wrote I found some old letters...love letters... in honor of Betty Avery. At the end of that post, I wrote ‘her' one last letter...
Dear Mrs. Avery,
I found some old letters today...your letters...your love letters to a broken, 13 year-old girl. How did you know how desperately I needed to hear those words...as I never found the courage to tell you how much pain was trapped inside of my heart...how much I hurt. Somehow...you just knew.
Remember those nights when we stayed up all night long talking? I wanted to tell you everything, but I could not find the words. I even wrote you many letters that I never sent. I was afraid that you would not be able to love me if you knew the ‘real' me. I could not risk losing your love, because it was the most important thing in my life.
The day
that I learned of your death was one of the darkest days of my life. I did not want to face the world without you behind me, cheering me on. I almost gave up that day...but once again...you rescued me. I kept hearing your words..."You are so special. I see great things in you, Beth. I wish you could see what I see."
In that moment, I made a choice to believe your voice instead of all the other voices that told me that I was worthless...unlovable...unnecessary. I wanted to prove to the world that you were right...that you did not waste the final five months of your life...that your life and your love changed the world (at least my world).
Throughout the past 28 years, your voice has always been with me...still reminding me that I am special...still cheering me on. When life is hard, and I am tempted to give up...I remember that you never gave up on me. In every moment of victory...I pause and remember you...and wish I could celebrate it with you. I know you would be proud of me...
Before I close...I want to tell you one more thing. You gave me so much...but I did not have anything to give you in return. In 1987, I gave you a very special gift...I named my first daughter after you... ‘Avery Elizabeth'. She knows why she is named after you, and she wears your name so beautifully and so proudly. Although she never knew you, she loves you...just as I love you.
Until we meet in Heaven....
Your Beth
'THANK YOU'...by Ray Boltz.
Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR® -- The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)

Unless you spent this past weekend camping in the remote jungles of South America, you have probably already heard the news reports about the federal government's takeover of Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae. However, if you are not involved professionally in the real estate industry...you are probably asking "Who's Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, and what's the BIG DEAL anyway?"
It is my pleasure to answer that question for you! (And, I promise NOT to sound like a real estate attorney or stockbroker!)
The Federal Home Mortgage Corporation, nicknamed Freddie Mac, and The Federal National Mortgage Association, nicknamed Fannie Mae, are privately-owned and operated BUT government sponsored enterprises (GSEs). These two entities are absolutely critical to the mortgage industry. Although they do not actually lend money, their presence ensures that there is a 'fresh' supply of money available to banks and mortgage companies to lend to YOU...the consumer. (Got your attention now...huh?)
Let me further explain. Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae buy mortgages from banks and institutions that originate loans and repackage them as bonds OR keep them under their own roof. As of right now, Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac own or guarantee about half of the U.S.'s $12 trillion mortgage market. (YES...you read it correctly...TWELVE TRILLION DOLLARS!)
Okay...now that you KNOW that the federal government's takeover of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac is IMPORTANT TO YOU...would you like to know why? ::LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM TO BE SURE THAT EVERYONE IS PAYING ATTENTION::
As of noon today...30 Year (FIXED) Conventional Rates have DROPPED SIGNIFICANTLY:
30 Year Fixed Conforming: 5.625%-5.75% (depending on loan amount)
FHA: 5.875%
VA: 5.875%
USDA: 6.125 No origination, points or MI
***ARMS are not seeing any improvement at this point.***
In addition to the fantastic interest rates available to first time home buyers RIGHT NOW...there is also a new $7500 tax credit! H.R. 3221, the Housing and Economic Recovery Act of 2008, allows first-time home buyers to take a $7,500 tax credit from the purchase of a single-family home, townhome or condominium apartment.
IF EVER there was a time to buy YOUR 1st HOME...NOW IS THE TIME!
What are you waiting for? Give me a call today, and I will help get you on the road to home ownership! (919)749-3749

Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR® -- The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)
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Within the last hour, the skies have filled with ominous clouds, and the rain is beginning to trickle. IF you were not tuned into the local news, you would most likely think that an afternoon thunderstorm is moving into our area. While no one knows exactly what to expect from Tropical Storm Hanna, Governor Mike Easley is asking the residents of North Carolina to BE PREPARED!
How prepared are YOU?
Having lived through, and lost my home to, Hurricane Fran in 1996...I do not take any hurricane or tropical storm for granted. From that traumatic experience, I learned to prepare for the worst...and then rejoice when it ‘blows by' unnoticed. In this post titled ‘The 11th Anniversary of My Last Christmas'...I shared my story of hope, recovery and rebuilding following the physical and personal devastation Hurricane Fran wrought in my life. If you missed it the first time, I hope you will take the time to read it now.
As of noon today, 39 North Carolina counties are under warnings or watches. At this time, Wake and Durham Counties are not among those 39 counties; however, that information is changing hourly. "This is not just going to be a coastal issue," Easley said. "The wind and rain are going to be far spread." "The storm is moving fast now," said WRAL Meteorologist Elizabeth Gardner. "Twenty miles per hour - that is fast for a tropical storm."
Please...if you live in North Carolina...don't take chances. BE PREPARED!
An emergency preparedness kit should include enough of the following to last a family for at least three to five days. The governor's office recommends the following items:
Water -- 1 gallon per person per day (a week's supply of water is preferable)
Water purification kit or bleach
First-aid kit and first-aid book
Pre-cooked, nonperishable foods, such as canned meats, granola bars, instant soup and cereals
Baby supplies: formula, bottle, pacifier, soap, baby powder, clothing, blankets, baby wipes, disposable diapers, canned food and juices
Manual can opener, not electric
Anti-bacterial hand wipes or gel
Blanket or sleeping bag per person
Portable radio and extra batteries
Flashlight and extra batteries
Essential medications
Extra pair of eyeglasses
Extra house and car keys
Fire extinguisher -- ABC-type
Food, leash and carrier for pets
Cash and change
Seasonal change of clothing, including sturdy shoes
PLEASE NOTE:
An emergency, bilingual hotline (1-888-835-9966 or TTY 1-877-877-1765) began 24-hour operations at 10 a.m. this morning. The hotline will provide weather updates, shelter locations, highway closings and later act as a referral service for those in need of help.
Recently, I came across this prayer by Rev. Thomas L. Weitzel from his 'Prayer Book for the Tornado and Hurricane Seasons.' It seems appropriate for today.
God of heaven and earth, God who carries our lives and the lives of our whole community in your hands, be with us in the peril of this day/night. Help us to release our anxieties and fears into those same caring hands, knowing in faith that your will for us is life and everlasting good. Send your holy angels to watch over us and guard us. May they spread their holy wings to give us shelter against the storm. For you alone, O God, are all good, all life, all love, and that love is for us; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR® -- The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)
In her first...YES you heard me correctly...her VERY FIRST ActiveRain MeMe (My First Me-Me - SUPER Sized :)...Grace Safrin passed the Me-Me torch to eight more ActiveRainers...including ME. At the time of publishing her post, I was away on a personal leave. However, I promised Grace that I would fulfill my obligation AS SOON AS I returned home. HONEY...I'M HOME!!!
According to Grace...there are EIGHT little questions that I MUST answer before I'm allowed to go out and play in the 'RAIN'.
1. Who is your favorite musical artist?
This is easy to answer! Ever since I saw THIRD DAY in concert in Atlanta, Georgia (back in 199something)...I was hooked. The lead singer, Mac Powell, has the BEST Rock-n-Roll voice I've ever heard...and he writes and sings from his soul. This is my favorite Third Day song:

2. Who is your favorite artist?
Again...I do not have to think about this one. Thomas Blackshear is an amazing artist...capable of translating the most intense emotions and feelings...the intangible...into a tangible image that the rest of us can then 'see' with our human eyes.
And...of course...I have a favorite piece. I was walking through a shopping mall in Rocky Mount, NC (many years ago) when I saw this painting in a store window. I stopped in my tracks and stood in awe of his ability to perfectly portray 'FORGIVENESS'.
IF I could own any original piece of art...from any time in history...this is it!
3. Who is your favorite blogger?
OMGOSH...how could I possibly choose? I subscribe to well over 100 blogs, and I try to read every new post.
Actually...several of my favorite bloggers have not posted in a long time...Andrew Trevino and Julie Neerings. I miss you guys sooooooooooo much! COME HOME!!!
What I can tell you is that I am drawn to writers who write from their heart. I don't care if they are clever or great writers...as long as they are passionate and sincere.
4. If you could meet anyone (alive or dead), who would it be and what is the most interesting thing about them?
I would love to meet the apostle, Peter. He was not polished...not subtle...not well-educated...not a great speaker...not soft around the edges. Other than Jesus, he was the ONLY person in history who walked on water...yet he denied Jesus three times on the day of Jesus' trial. He was not the typical dude you would expect someone like Jesus to choose as a 'running mate'. I want to meet Peter because he reminds me that God custom-built each of us for a specific purpose...that even though I am so very far from perfect...I am perfectly loved by a perfect God.
5. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Growing up on Quail Roost Farm in Durham, NC...the ONLY thing I ever dreamed of being was a veterinarian. I spent my days and nights riding and grooming the horses on the farm, and I was absolutely certain that I would be the best veterinarian in the whole world. I actually followed my dream all the way to my senior year of high school. I applied to, and was accepted into, the NCSU School of Veterinary Medicine. Before the end of my senior year, I realized that I wanted to pursue a career in design. (Big jump from veterinary medicine to design to real estate, huh?)
6. What is the most interesting piece of trivia you know?
Interesting or useless...YOU decide. Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time. Pretty impressive, don't ya think? I wish I could do that.
7. If you could live in any point in history what would it be and why?
This is a very difficult question to answer, because I've always felt as though I belong in and to a different era. However, I KNOW that God placed me RIGHT here RIGHT now for a specific purpose. I have a wonderful husband and four beautiful daughters. I LOVE my life, and I would not trade any part of it for ALL the money in the world!
8. What is the most interesting job you have ever held?
ABSOLUTELY...POSTIVELY...UNDOUBTEDLY...there is no career on earth more interesting, diverse and challenging than real estate! It is also incredibly rewarding. I am certain that I am doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing...and I will continue to do it (through the good markets and bad) until God redirects my path.
Back in November 2007, I wrote a post entitled The REAL reason I became a REALTOR® (This will make some people angry...and...I can live with that.) In this post, I shared my 'WHY'...the thing that keeps me focused and motivated...even in a difficult market.
Okay Graciela...I finished my homework assignment. May I go out and play? PWEEEESEEEE!!???!!
Ooooooooooooooppppsssss! I almost forgot the best part. I need to select the next eight torch bearers. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm ::LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM:: Who should I choose? I KNOW!!
When I first joined ActiveRain, I saw all of these 'MeMe' posts and had no clue what was going on. Then, after months, someone tagged me for a 'MeMe'. I am going to go to the Active Rain Newbies Group and pick eight people randomly. I'll be right back.
In no particular order:
(I'm beginning to feel a little like Bob Barker right now.)
(Two more to go...)
To ALL of YOU new guys...this is your chance to introduce yourselves to us. Once you write your post, please link it back to this one...as I have done to the person who tagged me. Please do not hesitate to call or email me with any questions. I cannot wait to read each and every one of your MeMe's. HAPPY BLOGGING!!!
Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR® -- The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)
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