EVEN WHEN IT CAN BE FOUND AND DEFINED IN THE DICTIONARY
doesn’t mean that it can ever be fully
u n d e r s t o o d
MAMNOON
may be one of those words
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Who Cares - What Matters
EVEN WHEN IT CAN BE FOUND AND DEFINED IN THE DICTIONARY
doesn’t mean that it can ever be fully
u n d e r s t o o d
MAMNOON
may be one of those words
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It’s false you know. . .
A PICTURE IS NOT WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS. . .
It’s E N D L E S S. . .
Not a Thousand words. . .
not a Hundred-Thousand Words. . .
not a Ba-Zillion Words
or even an Infinity amount of Words. . .
Go ahead. . .
look at the picture again. . .
or have you NOT stopped looking?
I usually dress like this when I do a Presentation entitled:
DID YOU HEAR WHAT I DIDN’T SAY
My question to my audiences is now my question to Y O U:
HAVE YOU EVER FELT LIKE I LOOK ?
Seriously,
L O O K V E R Y C L O S E L Y
at that picture of me again.
Is there anything that matches?
I mean LOOK:
Those glasses are literally the glasses I wore in my Senior Year at High School. They were broken during a basketball practice.
That was way before Duck Tape. . .
that’s electrical tape,
because of my dad’s school teacher and coach’s salary there was no Eye Plan. . .
wore them my whole Senior Year,
graduation included.
Whoa, Cowboy, it doesn’t stop there, does it.
Check out THAT vest.
My daughter, Zoey refused that I wear it to one of our Father/Daughter dances,
even though it was a Country-Westhern Theme. . .
Imagine that!
The shirt certainly is a one of a kind and those pants. . .
THOSE PANTS–
makes G Q keeping my phone ringing 24/7 wanting to replicate them and my ensemble.
The hat?
Well come on, I grew up in Pittsburgh. . .
I’ll always be a Pittsburgh Steeler Fan,
even though I’ve lived in Cleveland, OH since 1987. . . .
Again: H A V E Y O U E V E R F E L T L I K E I L O O K E D ?
Have you ever heard of these statistics:
EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATION IS ONLY 7% VERBAL AND 93% NON-VERBAL (THE NON-VERBAL IS ACTUALLY 55% BODY LANGUAGE AND 38% TONE OF VOICE)
But wait a second. . .
maybe you should even take at least a minute or a couple more for this one. . .
These stats were actually never based on giving a presentation or a speech,
but information that could be communicated in a
S I N G L E W O R D !
Maybe. . .Maybe Mark Twain was actually right:
“THERE ARE THREE KINDS OF LIES:
LIES, DAMNED LIES AND STATISTICS.”
DID YOU HEAR WHAT I DIDN’T SAY ?
s o m e t i m e s
W H A T ‘ S N O T S A I D, S H O U T S T H E L O U D E S T !
L I S T E N
with more than just your eyes,
or you may never HEAR
what needs to be heard
but never quite
S A I D !
L I S T E N. . .
N O T to r e p l y
but to actually h e a r
Did you hear what I didn’t say. . . ?
There’s very things I really enjoy more than Speaking.
It’s actually FIRST nature to me.
I’ve been babbling since, well since EVER BEFORE I CAN ACTUALLY REMEMBER.
I’ve got a mouth that belongs in a circus and it’s rare when it’s actually shut–I’m told I even talk in my sleep.
Is it always because I have something to say?
Do I love the sound of my voice, THAT much?
Does it cover up a multitude of other flaws?
Has it gotten me as much OUT of trouble as it has IN trouble?
Well….
I’ve come to understand, in spite of my love of the spoken word (MINE), that sometimes the greatest things I ever say are the things I DON’T.
I loved sharing the small YouTube video of me, shot a few years ago before I began blogging, before there actually was a www.thecaringcatalyst.com website.
OF COURSE, I HAD TO TELL SOMEONE ABOUT IT!
But, it wasn’t the video, it wasn’t the wasted preparation time, the travel to this venue for nurses, social workers, and nursing home administrators that was of any consequence THAT night.
It was not the Story-Telling…
It was the STORY-LISTENING that took place.
I’m not shocking anyone with this statement:
WE LISTEN TO REPLY!
But when our main agenda is to Listen, FIRST, Second and Third, the most amazing type of Communication takes place.
We don’t so much get to use our Ears but THAT which only hears what a heart shouts and a mouth can’t begin to Whisper.
T H A T language of the Soul, Words of the Heart, is the most sacred and the most significant. . .
And, and the most NEEDED!
When I became the audience THAT night, when I actually was able to be my own living illustration of HEARING WHAT WASN’T SAID…I not only became a card-carrying STORY-LISTENER, I instantaneously became more Empathetic, more Humanly in tuned, more Compassionate.
I was able to learn once more, which I LOUDLY EXTOLE each time I present, DID YOU HEAR WHAT I DIDN’T SAY?…
What I know, what I know I know, what I bet my life that I know, I, for the very life of me, don’t always act like I know:
EVERYONE HAS A STORY THAT DESPERATELY, NOT SO MUCH NEEDS TO BE TOLD, AS SIMPLY H E A R D!
I Became THAT person THAT night.
Now, at this moment, I’m inviting you to an awesome Phenomenon:
Join me.
Do the Same.
O F T E N. . .
It just might well leave you, uhhhh…
SPEECHLESS.