By Living Room Realty, October 23, 2018
I feel like she is still here, but in a different office than the one I am in today.
Diane Moreau used to toggle between all of our Living Room offices, and I still expect to see her. Hauling all her shit around. Talking on her blue tooth, trailing a scattered tangle of valuable lessons. She was our shepherd and we were her flock.
There is no doubt in my mind that Diane had magic powers. She had a special torch she used to illuminate our strengths as well as our weaknesses. But it didn’t sting when it became evident that you were being the ass in whatever situation you found yourself, it motivated you to be better — to your clients, at your job, just better.
She used some sort of drama-removing device that sucked toxic emotions out of wobbly transactions. You’d make the frantic call and in 5 minutes, she would have helped right the ship.
The special prism she used was my favorite. She would point it toward you and tip it just so, and you could see your POWER — that power that sometimes gets buried deep. It is almost like a SLAP! and then the rush of strength and confidence — bursting with the feeling that you could do anything. And you could. And you did.
How is it that a woman with 130 kids/agents always had time for the questions, the late-night phone calls, ALL THE CRISES? It truly seemed like she had more time than we did — like she had 48 hours in her days. She didn’t, yet she always had the time.
Although it is not at all the same without her roaming our hallowed halls, I know I am changed for knowing her and for that, I am deeply grateful.
Cheers to you, Diane. Thank you. It was an absolute pleasure.
