Monthly Archives: December 2015

Car radio repairs and healing a marriage

Quite a few years ago (when car radios were worth repairing) I had a run picking up and  delivering car radios for repairs.

While at a large car dealership’s service counter one Friday, the receptionist I normally dealt with was complaining of a very stiff and sore neck, she showed me a large bump on her neck. I enquired about what had happened and she started on about a step or something, then had to answer the phone.

Between calls I told her it had nothing to do with the step. I was not sure how she would take what I was about suggest but I did know her pretty well, so I suggested the lump on her neck meant she was frustrated. The phone kept on interrupting , however piece by piece she explained that she started work at 7am, her husband looked after the kids all day and worked shift work at night. He would leave for work soon after she got home. With a 30km drive to work, they really were ships passing in the night.

I just mentioned that it was the weekend, and she should go home and spend some time with her husband.

Monday I returned with the repairs, and was shown a neck with no lump or pain and a big smile on her face.

Two weeks later they both tossed in their jobs and bought a cellar door winery.

When I saw her two years later they were very happy.

My dad the skeptic

When he was alive my father didn’t understand his mother’s psychic skills and was one of my biggest critics.

He had a listing that was so bad people would stand at the entrance and call out for the weekly book and not step into the house.

In desperation he called me to do whatever I did as the auction was to be held in four days and there was no prospect of a sale.

I found that four of the neighbours hated the woman in the house.

When I asked Dad about for more details, he said she had already left for Sydney. The house was empty. The neighbours still thought of her and the house in a very negative way. He had been in business for about 60 yrs and could not remember anyone worse than her over all that time, he said.

This confirmed what I thought so I drew up some mandalas to neutralise the neighbours thoughts.

At the last open inspection I got a call from Dad. There had been a lot of comments like “Hasn’t this been on the market with another agent before you?”, “It’s fantastic – why hasn’t it sold?” He knew it was going to sell at the auction…

Which it did two days later, going for $60,000 over the reserve!

He never criticised me again.