Bobbi Vogel

I found myself in real estate after I was injured on the job as a Paramedic in Oakland. Overnight I found myself broke and trying to recover from a horrible back surgery, which took 4 years. Long story short, I was evicted from my San Francisco flat in Noe Valley because of my dog Sadie. At that point I decided to go back to Oakland and find a "fixer" where I would never be told what I can and can't do, or told to leave because I have a dog. As I said, I was poor, so I qualified for $95,000 in the height of a crazy market. Against all odds I found a house. It was horrible... a man had died in it, the walls were falling down... EVERYTHING needed to be fixed. I was 30 days from being homeless when I was told I would have to invest my last $4,000 to fix the place before FHA would lend me the money to buy it. Fast forward, I literally worked around the clock for 2 weeks to check everything off my FHA list, and got the house. It was 550 sq feet but it was mine and the feeling that came from