είναι το καλύτερο φάρμακο για τα προβλήματα σας ή ενα σκαλοπάτι για να εξελιστείτε;
[ Το μήνυμα τροποποιήθηκε από τον/την : Liza32 στις 21-07-2007 16:37 ]
Η αληθινή επικοινωνία αναζητείται από πολλούς για διάφορους λόγους.
Στην πραγματικότητα είναι το μέσο μιας ψυχικής επαφής κάτι που πολλοί δεν το
έχουν σκεφτεί. Υπάρχει η επιφανιακή επικοινωνία στην οποία υπάρχει απλά μια
ανταλλαγή θέσεων ή απόψεων αλλά καμιά ψυχική επαφή. Είναι μια μορφή
επικοινωνίας ή οποία αναπτύσσεται όταν δεν υπάρχουν δεσμοί ΑΓΑΠΗΣ.
Στην αληθινή επικοινωνία πολλές φορές αρκεί ένα βλέμα για να καταλάβει ο
συνομιλητής τι θέλεις. Αυτή την επικοινωνία αναζητώ αλλά αρκούμαι σε ότι
συναντήσω. Την χρησιμοποιώ για όλους τους λόγους που χρειάζεται και ή έλειψή
της με θλίβει και με κουράζει τόσο ώστε να αναζητώ την μοναξιά. Κάποιοι δυστυχώς
δεν θέλουν να επικοινωνούν με τους ανθρώπους.
Νομίζω επικοινωνία είναι απλά αυτό που σε κάνει άνθρωπο. Δεν είμαστε "εμείς". Είμαστε οι άλλοι.
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[ Το μήνυμα τροποποιήθηκε από τον/την : jesterbass στις 21-07-2007 21:08 ]
Tren
21.07.2007, 23:08
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although t he other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with des c r i p tive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall……………………!!!
