There is no greater agony than
bearing an untold story inside you.
Maya Angelou
I remember the day I realized that my grandmother was not going to be available to me for much longer, and that I had grown used to talking to her whenever I wanted. I realized that she had been so attentive to her grandchildren that we expected her to listen to every word we said.
And she did. Even as an adult, I would pour out my day’s experiences to her, unedited. One day, I stopped and asked her to tell me about her life. I asked her to start at the beginning, omitting nothing, and share every detail.
And she did. Even as an adult, I would pour out my day’s experiences to her, unedited. One day, I stopped and asked her to tell me about her life. I asked her to start at the beginning, omitting nothing, and share every detail.
What followed was a beautiful story that I almost missed because I had been too busy telling my own story.
Try asking someone in your world about his or her life’s story, and expect a fantastic moment of connection and wonder.
Try asking someone in your world about his or her life’s story, and expect a fantastic moment of connection and wonder.
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