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ommunication is not just two people taking turns talking, it’s an art form where an open line of complete understanding exists. Tragedy lurks amidst poor communication.
A mother’s young three-year-old daughter had opened the front door and walked down the busy street. From her window she could see her little girl standing on the curb as trucks, buses and cars whizzed by. She raced out toward her daughter, grabbed her and scolded, “How many times have I told you ‘Don’t go near the curb’?” Her daughter looked at her innocently and asked, “Mommy, what’s a curb?”
Good, comprehensible, effective communication breeds understanding on an intuitive, spiritual plane that words cannot explain.
My car broke down in the rain late at night on an obscure country road. No one knew I was out there. Within 15 minutes my dad pulled up and said, “Hop in. We’ll tow it in the morning.” He never told me how he knew I was in trouble. Parents mysteriously communicate with their children heart to heart, spirit to spirit, sometimes without speaking a single word. Dads give goodnight kisses to officially eliminate fright. Mothers kiss an “ouchie” and somehow magically make it all better.
Communication can always be good, clean, pure, powerful and positive. It should always be this way. It will always be this way if you want it to be, choose for it to be and allow it to be!