“Listen here young man! Just where do you think you’re going?” growled Coach Jackson, to a very small-scared 7th grader. This is what first came to my mind as I thought about the word Listen.
My next thought, reminds me of a friend (we will call him J). Whenever I sit down with “J” it’s like I’m the only one in the whole world. It doesn’t matter if it was a day or a decade between visits. I always feel heard and somehow understood. Having a friend really listen is like water to the soul.
To listen is a gift that keeps giving.
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