Whenever I go to someone's home, I ask them if they know anything about the history of the house. This is a story that a client told me not long ago and I thought it was worth sharing:
A married couple were looking for a home. They each had different priorities on what were important to them as is the usual case. For the wife, it was a big kitchen because she loved to cook. The husband HAD to have a garage. Usual things that a couple are likely to be looking for.
The Real Estate Agent they were working with had taken them to many homes. Although they met the qualifications, neither one of them were "drawn" to a particular house. A house came on the market and although it had no garage and a relatively small kitchen, he asked the couple if they would like to see it. The husband told me that they fell in love with the home at first sight. It was built in the 1950's and was never updated. A nightmare to some, they LOVED the look. It was owned by an elderly gentleman who was the original owner and they had an opportunity to meet him and speak with him.
He told me he could see how much this man treasured his house. He was being forced to move to go live with his children, he told them sadly. My client conveyed to this man that they loved the house and if they were lucky enough to get it, he assured him he would take good care of it.
He put a bid on the house as well as someone else; the other person's bid was higher and my client just couldn't match the price. But the seller remembered him and his wife and knew that the home would go to people that truly did love it. Despite protests from his Agent AND his children, he sold it to my client and his wife. I had never heard that before and wondered how many people would actually do that....
At closing my client said the man had tears in his eyes. He thanked him over and over for accepting his bid and again assured him that it would be well taken care of. Which the elderly man apparently knew.
I thought that was the end of the story but there's more: This man never did go to live with his children, he was sadly put into a nursing home where he died just a short time later, just before my client was about to move in. Having developed a connection to this man, my client was very saddened to hear that. On the day he was moving in, he said, he was bending down to unpack a box when he distinctly felt a hand on his back. He was shocked (and a bit scared, I believe) until he thought about it and realized it was the man, wishing him luck and love in the home he cared so much about.