Mikey P
Administrator
As a lifelong carpet cleaner I've been blessed with some pretty special long-term relationships with my customers. When I was 21 I met a young couple in Los Gatos California, maybe two years older than me. Mom was pregnant and was kind and as delightful as could be.
On my second visit the baby was sound asleep in her crib and I cleaned the nursery without waking her. Over the preceding years the daughter was always there to greet me before I could even get out of my van and I collected a huge pile of refrigerator art, usually drawings of a man made from ovals pushing a wand with hoses going off to a distant vehicle.
Baby brother came along a few years later and he and I connected later on with reptiles, with me often bringing live samples much to the mom's duress.. The conversations we had either before or after I finished the work always took longer than the cleaning itself..
The daughter was eight when her father passed away while out running in a very much Jim Fix like catastrophe.
A few years later I was invited to the wedding where Mom was swooped up by her extremely kind and loving pediatric doctor. When guests asked if I was with the bride or groom, I took great pride in announcing that I was their carpet cleaner.
Over the years they moved houses and I cleaned for various friends and family.
Eventually my son Davis took over and continued to clean up until a couple years ago.
It's been at least 12 to 13 years since I saw them last and as I rode through the Los Gatos mountains today something told me to go find them. Not a single wrong turn or any guesswork as God led me to their front door, and the smile on her face brought tears to both our eyes.
The daughter is 37 now with a baby of her own, and hopefully a good carpet cleaner, and the son is a software engineer for Specialized bicycles living in Colorado.
Somehow, I manage the cram my 12 year story into an amazing hour long conversation. I hope she knows that her family was always my favorite.. It was a sigh of relief to see that their entire house was wood floors now so nobody was squeezing in on my act..
She sent this picture to the kids to which the daughter replied "no way that's the carpet guy!!!" I told her that I'm in need of some new refrigerator art. They were smitten with my yellow motorcycle, especially the Cross on the rear fender.
I got this text from her later in the day:
Mike. I was just planning on writing you. I didn't know you were 21 at the time.
But I just wanted to say you made my day, week and month for stopping by to say hi.
I am so happy to see you again! You look fantastic and so happy.
I so wish I took a picture of your bike. I was telling the kids about it and the color, your cross and grateful along with the vacuum on the front. You are amazing!!!! Have a safe trip home.
Let's not wait another 15 years till I see you again.
Love to Paula and the kids.
Will pray for your family!
On my second visit the baby was sound asleep in her crib and I cleaned the nursery without waking her. Over the preceding years the daughter was always there to greet me before I could even get out of my van and I collected a huge pile of refrigerator art, usually drawings of a man made from ovals pushing a wand with hoses going off to a distant vehicle.
Baby brother came along a few years later and he and I connected later on with reptiles, with me often bringing live samples much to the mom's duress.. The conversations we had either before or after I finished the work always took longer than the cleaning itself..
The daughter was eight when her father passed away while out running in a very much Jim Fix like catastrophe.
A few years later I was invited to the wedding where Mom was swooped up by her extremely kind and loving pediatric doctor. When guests asked if I was with the bride or groom, I took great pride in announcing that I was their carpet cleaner.
Over the years they moved houses and I cleaned for various friends and family.
Eventually my son Davis took over and continued to clean up until a couple years ago.
It's been at least 12 to 13 years since I saw them last and as I rode through the Los Gatos mountains today something told me to go find them. Not a single wrong turn or any guesswork as God led me to their front door, and the smile on her face brought tears to both our eyes.
The daughter is 37 now with a baby of her own, and hopefully a good carpet cleaner, and the son is a software engineer for Specialized bicycles living in Colorado.
Somehow, I manage the cram my 12 year story into an amazing hour long conversation. I hope she knows that her family was always my favorite.. It was a sigh of relief to see that their entire house was wood floors now so nobody was squeezing in on my act..
She sent this picture to the kids to which the daughter replied "no way that's the carpet guy!!!" I told her that I'm in need of some new refrigerator art. They were smitten with my yellow motorcycle, especially the Cross on the rear fender.
I got this text from her later in the day:
Mike. I was just planning on writing you. I didn't know you were 21 at the time.
But I just wanted to say you made my day, week and month for stopping by to say hi.
I am so happy to see you again! You look fantastic and so happy.
I so wish I took a picture of your bike. I was telling the kids about it and the color, your cross and grateful along with the vacuum on the front. You are amazing!!!! Have a safe trip home.
Let's not wait another 15 years till I see you again.
Love to Paula and the kids.
Will pray for your family!
I invoice them on Mondays by email and have a check in my mailbox on Friday’s. They’re my favorite!
