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Ears That Hear
by Blumy Shain

What is chessed?

Many of us think that it involves going to old age homes, attending funerals, or dancing at mitzva-weddings. These are certainly fine acts of kindness and no one can measure their value or reward. But we often fail to realize the big opportunities right in front of our noses (or ears). We don't have to go far to look for them.

I was walking home with a friend one night. To preserve her anonymity, let's call her Simi. Simi is upset; upset is not half of what she is. She's raging, boiling with anger. She feels exploited, and I know exactly what she's talking about. You see, I had these strong feelings not very long ago. And somehow, I dealt with them so that I feel that Simi was sent to me from Heaven to help her, to listen, share the burden, offer advise with a tinge of mussar.

"It's out of hand. There's no use talking about it. I'm plot..."

"Yes, I know how you feel. I sometimes feel the sa..." Simultaneously with "tzing. Blumy, I can't take it any more."

I try to fit in a sentence, a comment, a word. It is impossible. There are no ears to listen. Her monologue goes on for twenty minutes. Simi is suddenly pouring out the frustration of many bitter months.

I've got to wind her down. And I really have to go. I feel like I've been wasting my precious time. "I understand you, Simi, but I've got to go. Bye. I hope you feel better!"

"Oh, Blumy. I do. Thank you!"

For what? Not for guidance. Not for mussar. Not even for identifying with her. Just for listening. I suddenly feel different about those twenty minutes. They were not lost time; her `thank you' made me change my mind about that.

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Many people are missing ears that listen, not mouths that talk.

One way of looking at chessed is providing people with what they lack, their chesser (possibly related?). Listening. Not just hearing. That's the whole difference.

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When One Door of Happiness Closes, Another Opens

Another time, I was walking with a friend, when she stopped in the middle of her chattering and stood there. I could see she was bursting with something she had to say.

"Blumy," she began. "You have a problem. You don't really listen to me. You might be listening with your ears, but not with your heart. What you're really itching to do is have your turn to speak. You want people to listen to you. I notice how often you jump right into my words. You're an outgoing person; you like people. That's obvious. You're very good hearted. But you get carried away with yourself."

A door had closed. I heard it slam. I stood there, stony- faced. My heart was beating quickly.

Admonishment is hard to take. It's so painful. It demolishes your self esteem, sometimes completely.

I had plenty to answer; I was bursting with excuses, defenses and explanations. I didn't know where to start. And I was hurt. My heart was crying. But I didn't answer back.

I thought over her words and decided that instead of allowing them to destroy me, I would incorporate them and try to see to what extent they applied.

After a long pause, I was able to say, "You're right. Thank you."

A door had opened...

That was three years ago. Many doors have opened since.

 

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