When I was in college - way too many years ago to count - people talked to me. That's not to say they don't talk to me now, but at that point in time I was extremely shy and quiet, which made it easy to talk to me, I was more inclined to listen than to talk. I have a feeling that those who know me now might be surprised at this, I've since found my voice. Story for another time, however.
Lately my ears have been getting an unaccustomed workout. It seems that every time I turn around I'm being told some new 'secret' or about a new situation that calls for discretion. This is all well and good, I'm more than happy to listen, but I really don't feel qualified to be of much help in any of these situations except to sit and listen and offer a comforting shoulder or a word of encouragement. And assurance that the information will go no further. Which it won't.
I just wish I could do more. :(
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