Day 223 – Storytellers

8 HUGS, 3 children, 4 adults (1 husband, 1 waste disposal employee, 1 church friend, 1 neighborhood friend)

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I took some time this afternoon to drive a church friend home from an appointment. This was a part of my duty as a volunteer with the Friends in Deed program. I offer up assistance to others in need by way of driving them to/from appointments, preparing meals, grocery shopping, etc. This is such an easy way for me to help others as my day is pretty flexible with 2 children who aren’t even in school yet. An added bonus was getting to know my church friend better. He shared quite a bit about himself with me.

That has been such an added bonus this year. It seems as though people are coming out of the woodwork to share themselves with me. I am learning so much about others. For awhile I thought it was because they can feel the love emanating from me and feel comfortable sharing with me. Now, I am thinking that in reality they were always sharing, I just wasn’t listening. I was so wrapped up in fearful, selfish thoughts. I was fearful that we might run out of things to say, so rather than pay attention to the conversation at hand, I would think ahead to what I wanted to say next. I was fearful that I wouldn’t be interesting enough, so again, rather than pay attention to the conversation at hand I was thinking of my best and most poignant stories. Now? Now I realize how open people really are if I am just willing to listen. People are natural storytellers, and who doesn’t love stories?

Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.

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