A show takes a look at a peculiar real estate speculator, Jeff Lewis who lives in LA. He buys houses and "flips" them, selling them for a profit after fixing them up. He does so with the help of an unusual mix of disgruntled employees that he counts as friend.
It's all reality too. Go figure. So throughout last night's episode one of his client's, Chaz, was trying to convince Jeff to let him deal with the homeless person that had been there for twelve years on his property. And he had a whole story about how he had been meditating and asking for signs or a spirit to guide him to where his place of work should be built. So he and his partner were driving around Los Angeles and found an empty lot with a homeless lady sitting on the back porch. When Chaz's partner asked her what her name was she took off her sunglasses, stared straight into Chaz's eyes, and answered Sprit. Which Chaz took as the sign he had been looking for. At the end of the episode after Jeff finally agrees to let her stay on the property and build a shelter for her. She dies. But it was so profound. The impact it had on everyone. This homeless lady that no one had an attachment to other than the story they had heard about her. It just really made me feel so insignificant. I have my whole life ahead of me. It makes me just want to live it. To give myself a chance to be happy. Because god knows I've been far from it lately.
Side note: I'm in the mood to burn a candle and take a nap. I hate naps.
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