Conscious Aging: Gratitude

On Friday evening I went to a going away party in the building for one of our front desk staff, a leasing agent. Angie is a black women with big hair — when it’s not tied up in a pony tail — and a big heart. She and her husband are returning to Florida, where they have family. She is beloved in the building. She is also highly competent. People think she is the manager, because she works as if she was — getting to know residents, solving resident concerns, planning events to create a sense of community. If the national real estate management company that runs this building had an ounce of sense, they’d have moved heaven and earth to keep her.

I have a particular sense of gratitude for Angie’s presence here in the building. Getting out of a lease early is not an easy thing. All of the leverage is on the side of the management company. It could have cost me thousands of dollars to break my lease before the Sept. 1 renewal date.

Angie found new renters for my unit, and basically was a one-woman dynamo in making the transition happen so that I’m out clean and the new residents are thrilled to land a place with a view. She went way above the call of duty, and she did it because she has a good heart, not because she had a financial incentive.

Angie told me that she prays every day that Christ will allow her to bring goodness into the world. I’m not a religious person, so the language wouldn’t be mine. But the impetus to be a force for good in the world is something I wholeheartedly support.

I’m grateful for people with good hearts, when and where I meet them. I’m grateful for Angie, and I wish her and her husband well.

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