We get so busy, when we work, even if we love what we do.
It usually takes the smallest reminder to wake us up, when you are working on other people's memories...other people's stories.
The other week I had a lady call asking about a car that had been owned by her father. When he passed away, she was young and a single mother, and couldn't afford to purchase the car from her mother, even though she wanted it, because her favourite memory was driving around with her Dad. Then he got sick, and purchased the car of his dreams...a red 1964 Mustang.
He passed away 19 years ago, and I could lay my hands on that file in storage, within minutes, so that I could give her the VIN, and other details, so she could continue with a computerized search for the car.
Proud to say that livery isn't always about the rich and famous and the value of a car. Each one of them, is special to someone out there, and sometimes it just takes a phone call to wake us up to that, because otherwise, they just become a possession, with no meaning.