I just got off the phone with a woman who called me from out of state asking about a photo on my website. She’d been online chatting with a man for a month. He claimed he was wealthy and showed her a picture of his gorgeous house. When she did a reverse search on Google she found the image all over the place—including on my Realtor website to describe a Lexington Ky neighborhood. This house was supposed to be in Las Vegas.
I pointed out the fall leaves and the bright green grass in the photo. She responded that the interior photos of the home he sent didn’t seem to match the windows and style of the exterior. In her research, she found a Facebook page with the same photos of this man—under a different name.
They’d never met and now he was in Thailand conducting a multi-million dollar deal. Only he didn’t realize he’d have to pay a $20,000 tax on the transaction. He’d managed to cover $15,000 but really wanted this woman to help out by sending him $5,000.
Even with this avalanche of information, the caller wanted to believe him. He seemed really taken with her and wanted to marry her.
I could have scoffed at her naivety or cut the conversation short. But what good would that do? It would most likely make her feel bad, sad, stupid and even more alone and upset.
But I stayed on the phone because I recognized her.
I have been there hoping and hoping against mounting evidence to the contrary. I know what it’s like to hang onto a dream– and I remember the hurt of watching a bright future fade away.
Instead of ending the call, I viewed it as part of my journey of becoming a Messenger of Love (BAMOL). I decided to take this opportunity to lift someone up.
Because, let’s face it, the reason she was clinging to hope is that a part of her really wanted to believe his story.
A woman who wants so badly to buy this story is a woman who is most likely standing in the rain. She’s thinking this man is the sun, her savior.
As we talked, she shared that he kept telling her that as soon as he returned from Thailand they would get married.
I pointed out the red flags she’d mentioned.
Then I looked for ways to offer her praise
Good for you for not sending the money.
How wise of you to be checking him out.
You are so smart to be doing a reverse image search.
Good for you for trusting your gut.
By affirming her concerns about him I would like to think I was validating her inner voice that knows the truth.
She thanked me for talking to her and for my time before asking, “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because we are sisters. We help each other.”
I have been the recipient of unexpected kindness and I’m sure you have, too.
What are your hurts and struggles? We can inspire each other when we share stories in the comments below or on the private Facebook group.
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