Hey there,
There is a story told of an old man and his grandson who were walking down a business street in a downtown district.
As they walked along, the grandfather suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, and tweaked his ear.
After a moment he said to his grandson, “Follow me.”
They slowly moved from where they were standing to a small planter box next to a sidewalk café.
The planter was filled with various seasonal plants, but as the old man gently pushed back the flowers, behind them revealed a small bird’s nest filled with baby chicks.
Their chirping almost indistinguishable from the din of lunchtime dinners and people on the sidewalk.
No one seemed to pay any attention to the old man, his grandson or the little nest, but the grandson was amazed.
After watching for a few minutes and then moving away the little boy looked up at his grandfather.
“Grandpa, how did you hear the birds? There is so much noise, so much happening, how could you hear?”
Without saying a word the old man took several coins from his pocket and tossed them on the ground.
With the tinkling of the coins on the sidewalk, it seemed everything came to a stop.
People turned around. Diners stopped eating to look their way.
Several almost seemed to want to reach down and pick up the dropped coins. Then as quickly as it had happened – everything went back to the way it was.
That’s when the old man spoke, “It’s all in what you are listening for, my child, it's all in what you are listening for…”
Sometimes I think we are much like the crowd walking down the street. We fail to hear the most important things in life.
We’ve filled our lives with so much noise that it’s difficult to hear anything anymore.
And when we do hear, we often mistake what we are hearing for what we want to hear instead of what we should be hearing.
What's your thought of this story? Does it relate to you?
Let me know.
Speak soon,
Ben
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