
Ben Lee, Esq. ![]()
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Real Estate Broker / Licensed Attorney
ben@benleeproperties.com
Coldwell Banker
Beverly Hills North Office
301 N. Canon Drive, Suite E
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
(310) 858-5489 direct
(310) 704-6580 cell

Ben Lee has sold properties throughout the Westside of Los Angeles, including Cheviot Hills, Pacific Palisades, Santa Monica, Brentwood, Beverlywood, Westwood and Beverly Hills. Ben is a Cheviot Hills resident. Learn more about Ben here.
| Lilli's June Letter |
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June 30, 2011 When it comes right down to it, isn’t life the result of really hard decisions we have made? It’s those twists and turns that are a product of what we opted to do or not to do that really form the people we are today. One of the toughest choices I had to make was when I was a college sophomore and was faced with having to choose between a fantastic job opportunity or staying in school. I deliberated over it for days and I’ll never know what would’ve happened had I have opted to finish college but I do know that taking the job set me on a professional course that ultimately shaped who I am. And, while I ended up returning to UCLA years later to finally get my degree, I can appreciate that great chances don’t often present themselves twice. When my husband Ben came face to face with his own difficult, life altering decision: whether or not to stop practicing as a lawyer to become a real estate broker instead, it reminded me of my own fork in the road years earlier. I couldn’t tell him what to do but part of me hoped he would take the safer route. It was early on in our marriage and our babies were young so of course I was worried about the stress and financial strain of going from a steady paycheck to a commission based profession. " I thought of all his long, law school nights spent studying and working so hard and I hated to think it was all a waste of time. I truly believed as a lawyer, he had the power to really help people and what a gift that was to give. But then I also pictured him in his law firm, stuck in a grey office cubicle, hunched over the tiny print of a contract, hardly ever coming into contact with the sunshine, barely able to spend time with his family given the constant demands of banking billable hours. I knew that this wasn’t who Ben was and every day he went to the office he was denying himself the life he was meant to lead. |

