May asked a lot of me. I helped a newly divorced father and his three-year-old daughter find a place where they could start learning to be a family of two. I sat with a widow as she packed up decades of memories into cardboard boxes. Each box held a small grief and a quiet act of courage. When a client was violently murdered, I spent days finding a probate attorney who would work pro bono for the family and started a GoFundMe. Someone needed to show up for his four children. This is what real estate actually is, beneath the listings and the closing costs. It is being handed the most fragile chapter of someone's life and saying, I'll carry this with you. I feel everything deeply. I always have, and for a long time, I thought I needed to hide that part of myself. May reminded me that the sensitivity I spent years apologizing for is exactly what the work requires. The paperwork gets filed. The keys get handed over. But what stays with me, and what real estate and life keep teach...