Hooray for Everence Credit Union

 Everence Credit Union, Sarasota Branch


Formerly Mennonite Financial Services.  -- "Everence" signifying permanence and reverence.

Most Everence branches are in the Mennonite heartlands    The Sarasota Branch is a geographical outlier.  I have some accounts with Everence.  (new customers sign a document about the stewardship of money and wealth).

A week or so ago there was an attempt at fraud using my debit card info.  The attempt was at a Wal-Mart in New Jersey.  Surely I deserved a Saks Fifth Avenue!

My card was frozen,  A replacement arrived yesterday   Try as I could the phone # given to reactivate my account would not work. 

The Branch Manager  (Kara Hochstetler) was as baffled as I. But with care and patience; expertise, experience, and knowledge  (and a bit of good luck) she had my card up and running again.  It took more than 25 mins.

Kara's boss is one Caitlyn Laubach =  she is based in PA.

I made it my business to call Caitlyn to sing the praises and express my gratitude for Kara's determination and skill.











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