Eavesdropping

I'm a life coach and counselor. It's hard to turn off / tune out in public, but I try as often as I can to keep that boundary so people can keep their privacy and I can stay focused on my tasks at hand. Yes, I'm trying to save the world one person at a time but I'm not the heart and soul police -- it's best when folks to come to me. That said, sometimes I forget my earbuds. Sometimes I am taking a break at a coffee shop, scrolling through Zappos letting my ears wander as my eyes scroll for perfect boots. Last night I overheard a guy suddenly share a painful story with what seemed to be a new friend. Just... out of the blue a story poured from him, sort of nonchalantly, that was so startling I couldn't stop eavesdropping. As he said to his friend, "Sorry... I've never said all that before. I haven't even cried yet. I'm not sure I should," I shoved my hand in my purse and grabbed a card. I always worry that I'm going to be perceived as a predatory when I overhear painful stories out in the world and want to help, but last night... sigh. My whole body was in chills and I couldn't let that guy stay unserved. I hope he calls me. Or calls somebody. As I told him briefly what I do and asked him to call me if he wanted to talk he thanked me and touched my arm. And began to tear up, as did I. Then I leaned over and hugged him and he hugged back...hard. He wiped a tear and I hope he wipes a whole bunch more and lets himself soften into grief and healing. I hope you do, too, if that's what you're needing today.