I read something one time that I try to remember whenever I am having a conversation with someone and they start to tell me something they’ve told me before.
What I read was especially in regard to older people and their fond memories. The writer said something I had never thought about before … that you are giving a person a gift each time you listen to one of their stories, when it is obviously one they enjoy telling.
I don’t know about you, but for me, there has always been a trigger in my brain that is tripped every time I begin to hear something I’ve heard before. And my automatic response is to say, “Yes, I’ve heard that.” And that’s fine, if what the person is telling you is the weather forecast or what day school will start this year.
But I really do try to remember not to stop someone who is obviously enjoying the re-telling of a favorite story.
And since I am 64 years old with not only a disorganized but poor memory and have written 737 posts, which aren’t terribly well-organized in my blog either, I guess I’m fortunate that I can’t hear you saying, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that before!” if I re-tell a story here.
In fact, I guess we’re both blessed that way … you can just skip that post without worrying about hurting my feelings … and I can enjoy retelling the story without ever knowing that you weren’t listening!
This post was inspired by my frequent attempts to remember if I’ve posted about a subject before … and by my own fond memories of sitting at my father’s bedside the many times he was in the hospital and listening to his great, often funny stories of his childhood.