I saw this story on Reddit last month and posted a diary about it. It was later reprinted in the NY Times and now the Washington Post. To me this is a the most personal account I have read of the pain that foreclosures cause, and shows the value of compassion by those who are tasked to enforce the process.
I am frequently the first person to have an in-depth discussion with the occupants. Some will tell me that they didn’t know whom to ask or that they were embarrassed about their predicament and couldn’t bring themselves to approach somebody else.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/...
They tell me their stories. Death, divorce, accidents. I hear complaints of unfair lenders and unreasonable mortgages. Heart attacks, cancer, strokes — every sort of affliction. Some will catch themselves and apologize for bending my ear, but I will never complain. They thank me for listening — often the only person in the process who has never cut them off or tried to change the subject.
This is a difficult situation for everyone in the process, I only hope that there are more like this guy - offering compassion and sympathy during a wrenching time.
Original Reddit post is http://www.reddit.com/...