My Own
My Own Story of the listener. Perhaps this is the most revealing piece I have posted. While I have many tales that I have been told, I have few of my own that I tell. Perhaps it is the same for you. It didn’t seem that important, really. It was just a story about his day. The guy was ready to talk, so I engaged. The saga was winding and short. Direct and specific but not harsh, the words came forth. Later, when he was done, he looked at me quizzically. “You are a good listener, like no one I have talked to”, he said, “I feel better.” The part I played rolled over in my mind. Like an old 8-track tape that is one continuous loop, it went from the beginning to the end and back again. It was nothing remarkable, just that I asked a couple of well-timed questions that were direct and specific, and he unpacked his story. It happens frequently. I think that it is simply another day, and another person and then they tell me stuff that they have told no one