Jaime Tejera

My Story:

My friends dad was a ‘wholesaler’ and flipper when I was about 19 or 20 and in college.  I thought it was really interesting to me what he was doing and I asked him questions periodically until eventually I just told him I would sit in his truck and just listen, I promised I wouldn’t say anything. It was a pivotal point in my life because at the time I was also finishing physical evaluations for the Navy. I intended to become a Navy SEAL and at that time you could take the ASVAB, a physical and a PT Test (swimming, running, pushups etc) and as long as you hit your minimums you could go through basic training and then on to BUDS (the SEAL training program) I excelled at all of them, I was also a lifeguard in Jacksonville Beach and a part of the ARCVLSC, a volunteer lifeguard organization. Lifeguarding wasn’t just a job in this organization, it was extremely hard to get in, the rules were very structured, out of 72 recruits only 13 made it in my class, all of us around 15-18yrs old at the time of trying out. Ironically even with the high entry attrition rate, the motto was ‘It’s harder to stay in than it is to get in’. I was being led in the direction of either medicine or the military from being part of the VLSC. A few of the older members were still volunteering, they were special forces, nurses, doctors, emts, regular and helicopter, it kind of seemed like I would fall into one of those tracks. Along that path and exploring real estate with my friends dad, I started having some issues physically. I wasn’t able to run without extremely intense pain in the lower parts of my legs, and meaning well, those around me told me just to push through, and it got worse. During this time, I also had the opportunity to buy a house with my friend and with the guidance of his dad along the way. The goal was to buy it, fix it up and sell it. I made a choice to not continue the pursuit with the Navy, and continue my real estate training.

I don’t know that many people would describe me as ‘optimistic’, I can be very logical in my decision making, and I love to critique and evaluate every outcome, of course, without going into analysis paralysis. Going into the first flip, I knew we would crush it, I was extremely excited, and like every other person that has watched HGTV and thought they could flip a house, was about to get a major surprise. On day one, we showed up to the house to put in some sweat equity in the demo, and there was a massive hole in the driveway. I thought that a meteor had created the hole (I still don’t know why I thought that) and that we could probably sell the meteor rock and make some money. Sadly, when the dropped off the dumpster for the demo work, it turned out that the septic tank was under the driveway and the dumpster went through it.