Lucky day!

Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time. It had'nt happened to me in quite awhile until just a couple of weeks ago. I had gone shopping with my daughter and we were driving home, when suddenly, on the side of the road, I spotted an unbelievable iron bed frame leaning against a building. I practically screamed at Erin, "go around the block, you have to see that bed!" When we pulled up alongside it, I noticed a man sitting on a chair in the shade so I asked him if the bed was for sale? He indicated that it might be, so Erin and I piled out of the car and followed him into the building. Mind you, 10 feet from the door the smell was enough to make any sane person run in the other direction, but, I have never claimed to be sane, so we went in anyway. Inside, we found a beehive of activity. There were about six people sweeping and hauling out junk. Apparently we had stumbled upon a family clearing out their late father's rats nest of a hoarding life gone bad and the gentleman who let us in was the attorney of the estate. Unfortunately, the bed frame we saw outside had already been claimed by a family member, but we were welcome to look around inside and make a list of anything we might be interested in buying.
This of course affected me more than any smell. Here I was, in a building untouched for over a year, unnoticed by any antique dealers, filled to the brim with treasures (or so I hoped). I knew I must have done something right in my life somewhere along the way. This was the beginning of our estate saga.