Yesterday, patiently, quietly she waited, pacing periodically just to fill the time.  Nothing happened.  Nothing.  The birds sang, the bees buzzed, the cat napped atop the covered hot tub in the sun.  Still nothing happened.  Her mind began to wonder ... what makes her different than tha others?  What is her motivation for being, for doing, for working?  Some are motivted by the craving for money ... More money ... MORE money.  Some are driven by the game itself, the deal, the "dance." 

She stood and once again began to pace around the home.  "No," she thought, "it is not money or the deal, or power or ... whatever else that drives me.  Very basically, it is the honest need to serve and in some small way to brighten the lives of the people I meet."  She smiled.  "I suppose this is a rare thing any more, but ... it is me."  Of course, money is nice too, but only if the needs have been justly met. 

She smiled again and sank again into the over-stuffed chair.  It was almost to time to lock up the home and head back to her home.  Although there was some sense of satisfaction is her self-discovery, there was also a very real frustration is the realization that not one potential buyer had come to her Open House.  Not one. 

As she met the seller at the door, one look and the seller hung her head and tears filled her eyes.  "Oh Barb!  What are we going to do?" 

She didn't know, but hugged the seller and smiled.  "We're not done yet!  Don't give up!  The buyer is out there.  We just have to find them. Keep believing ...