I may not have all the answers. I may not have all the right words at the right time, or even know what the right thing to say is. I may not have a degree in social work, or a PhD...
Shoot - I may not have a lot of things, but what I do have...
Is a huge heart...
Arms to hold you...
And a shoulder for you to cry on.
You don't need a master's degree to be an effective listener. And you don't need years of training or education, or pedigree to make a difference.
What a backwards post. I'm rambling. It probably makes no more sense now than when I started.
Let me put it this way...I may not be the most qualified listener but I am thankful (no...completely HONORED) that people choose me to talk to. That they feel comfortable enough opening up to me, sharing their deepest, darkest secrets and exposing the skeletons in their closet.
It happened today. I won't go into what happened (I pinky swore -- and that's a pretty big deal...no really, it's a big deal...haha), but I will say this...
thank you.
Thank you for opening up, for trusting me, and for letting me be your shoulder to cry on...
Shoot - I may not have a lot of things, but what I do have...
Is a huge heart...
Arms to hold you...
And a shoulder for you to cry on.
You don't need a master's degree to be an effective listener. And you don't need years of training or education, or pedigree to make a difference.
What a backwards post. I'm rambling. It probably makes no more sense now than when I started.
Let me put it this way...I may not be the most qualified listener but I am thankful (no...completely HONORED) that people choose me to talk to. That they feel comfortable enough opening up to me, sharing their deepest, darkest secrets and exposing the skeletons in their closet.
It happened today. I won't go into what happened (I pinky swore -- and that's a pretty big deal...no really, it's a big deal...haha), but I will say this...
thank you.
Thank you for opening up, for trusting me, and for letting me be your shoulder to cry on...
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