I’m a good listener. No, that’s not true. I’m a great listener. There are people who come to talk to me just to talk to me. And I think they tell me things they wouldn’t tell anyone else. I don’t charge. I don’t judge. I listen. And if they cry, I cry.
And then they leave. Maybe they feel better. Lighter. Maybe now that they’ve unburdened themselves, their day will be better. I hope so.
I am a sponge. I take on all the problems…the burdens…the woes. I feel their pain. And I just absorb it like a sponge.
You know what else I absorb after taking on all the problems of the world?