I was on the phone with a Verizon customer service person. My questions were met with scripted responses and corporate language. I paused a minute to calm myself and drop into my body, so to speak.
I noticed my own tension and softened into it. I wanted to be present rather than reactive, or in a word conflict. After a minute or two, we continued our back and forth conversation. I knew I was done with continuing to dialogue with this person, and I did not want to "make him wrong."
I decided to politely disconnect with Alex, the representative, and call back later to find someone else to offer a solution. "Alex," I said, "I am going to stop now and go with my son to have some food."
"You're with your son?" he replied. "I haven't seen my son in three years." I was startled by his personal
words. My heart came alive. I paused, then asked, "Where is your son?" "He's on a mission," Alex
replied. I paused some more. "I assume he is on a military mission, or a missionary somewhere."
"He has been a missionary in Asia for three years."
"You miss him," I said.
"Yes."
"Thank you for being with me on the phone Alex. You are a good person to have met. Thank you
for being so kind and real. I will go now, feeling at home inside, thanks to you." "Me too," he replied..
"Shalom," he said.
"Shalom" I replied.
We ended the call.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
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