And she allows me into her private space by encouraging me to e mail her, and I usually do so several times a day. Her responses also come with great knowledge and help me to think more clearly and rationally. She has a glow about her, and as with my other friends, I can trust her explicitly. I have a deep and honest attachment to her, and I don’t ever want it to end. Three right choices.
Years ago, I guess it’s been some 17 years, I cleaned a woman’s home that I adored. A big Victorian, built in 1829. I would run into Maria as I got to her house to clean, and she was leaving to go to her Real Estate office next door. We always had good conversations, and created a bond between two people who simply liked each other. After several years had gone by, she wanted me to take the Real Estate class, and I did, and worked as a Realtor for her until I had a bout of Crohn’s. She moved about an hour away, and when I was stronger, I asked if I could clean that house, as I needed extra money. I did so, until the Crohn’s came around again, and said, “uh-uh.” She since has moved within five minutes of me and I’m so happy about that. We get to call each other and stop by each other’s houses, and keep up with each other. We like each other. We trust each other. We want the best for each other, and we want each other to be truly happy. What more could you want from a friendship? Ironically, I have cleaned all but Sandy’s house, for long periods of time. Now that’s trust! Maybe that’s why our bonds are so strong. There is a deep connection between a person and the person who cleans their home, nothing locked up, all valuables displayed, and no one was home when I cleaned. They leave in the morning with a home they think is dirty-none were, and come home to a sparkling, dust free environment, beds changed, bathrooms glistening, kitchens spotless.
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