Don't Ask


If you follow my blog, you know that I sometimes share with you conversations I have with complete strangers while flying for work. Well, I’ve got a new one for you.

This woman (I’ll name Trish) was really interesting. She was full of energy, but tired. Smart, but talked in circles. Kind, but only talked about her troubles. She seems stressed, uneasy, and depleted.

She voiced her concern about lack of money, lack of time, and too much to do. She was successful, but felt like a failure. Just hearing her question her every move was exhausting.

The only time she actually stopped talking about all her issues was when our flight attendant served us snacks and a drink.

As she’s spilling her drink down the front of her top, and trying to eat her snack quickly, she stopped and asked me, “I’m curious. What do you think I’m not dealing with?”

First of all, that was such an awesome question. I mean, honestly, how many people choose to look at an issue that way?

I replied, “You know what, I feel bad for what you’re going through, but, I don’t think my opinion really matters.” She said, “I agree, your opinion doesn’t really matter, but can you tell me anyway?”

I paused a minute, looked at her, then said slowly, “You’re in need of control.”

She turned her head to look the other way, and never said another word to me for the rest of our trip.

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