Once upon a time when I and the man I didn’t then knew I was going to marry had become a couple, we visited my parents.
I somewhat feared that my mother very unstoppable would start talking about furniture and their history, which I was quite certain about would horribly bore my darling.
And as he, of course, asked them what they worked with he entered the subject and got a lecture started. And I wanted to hide somewhere.
To my surprise, he didn’t get bored. He even asked questions!
On our way home I asked him if he really had any genuine interest in chairs in their design.
“No” he said “but I had the opportunity to listen to someone very enthusiastic on a subject I knew nothing about. I’m stupid if I don’t take care of moments like that.”
As natural as anything. Just like that.
And that is something I love him for.
2 comments:
I like this post. If we all take the time to listen we can learn from anyone.
Great point of view, this is an example of deleting our strong ego (that in fact doesn't like to listen the story) and opening our selves for the dedication and enthousiasm of others. Nice lesson for all. Thanks for this thought!
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