i've often thought of myself as a good listener. i don't say this only because others have told me so, but because i'll find that people tell me things that i don't think they would otherwise. i'm not talking about close friends letting it out there as close friends would; i'm talking about those who are barely acquaintances and sometimes even strangers telling me about their struggles that they probably wouldn't normally share with someone they barely knew. at my last job, i had several family members of patients request medical records and found myself playing a part in what could probably be close to qualifying as therapy sessions, just listening to them vent. it got to the point where i requested suggestions from the bereavement department about how best to handle those situations.
my father has always been a very good listener. throughout my life, when i speak to him, i feel as if he digests all of the information i've told him and really weighs it in his mind before responding. innately i've always been quiet, but i think i learned to truly listen from him.
so remember, this girl may be quiet, but she's always listening.
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