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Read... Listen... Guide...


Reading is good for the mind, and the heart. This is not about the bookworms. Nor is this connected to any literature. The 'reading' here is about reading someone's mind and understanding their emotions. 

Listening to a person in emotional trauma may seem trivial but it does a lot of good when you listen them out. Most people are hesitant to open up but when they do so, it means they place complete trust in you, the listener.

Unless you place yourself in the position of the affected, it is impossible to understand what that person is going through. 

Once the listening is done, it is not over. The second phase is to console. Anything that is said or done during this vulnerable moment can have a big impact on the person undergoing trauma. The consequences can be beneficial or harmful. One inappropriate word said, and the incidents that follow can be disastrous. 

The next time you find someone in emotional trouble or trauma, help him/her overcome it. Who knows, you may be saving a life by simply reading the mind and listening to the emotions. And what else can make you happier than guiding someone towards the right path?

Queen of Questions



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  1. To counsel an emotionally upset person can be quite tough indeed. One needs to help just enough to pull them from the brink of despair, and yet not step into the realm of unsolicited advice.

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