My son didn’t even cry. His lower lip quivered. His eyes glistened. His voice dropped to a whisper. But he didn’t shed a tear.
“You mean you’re not coming?”
I couldn’t speak. I could only nod, “no.”
The sadness in his eyes hurt more than tears ever could.
What was I doing? I became a realtor to escape this kind of madness.
My name is Mohammad Hashmi. My friends call me Dali. I’m the President and Co-founder of Buddy Agent™ . After 13 years in the technology industry, I made a conscious decision to become a Real Estate Agent. I wanted a better life.
I chose this industry so I could be my own boss and make a good living. I dreamed of flexible hours to enjoy more time with my family.
The real estate business is wildly unpredictable. I’ve been selling property since 2008. But that day in the airport was especially hard. I had a couple of deals under contract and several buyers looking for homes. They wanted to move in before the end of the summer. I had to prioritize.
So there I stood, sending my wife and son on our annual family vacation without me. Business took priority over vacation.
Standing alone in the airport, reality smacked me dead in the face.
This job was eating my life.
Right then and there I promised myself – and my son – “I’ll never miss another family vacation again.”