No Special Talent

I do not know much, he says. But I know a little. I know better, but this is how he works the room. His emotional I.Q. is unsurpassed, I am a witness. He wanders around the room, listening. It is the greatest gift you can give to most people. They begin turning their souls inside out, telling him all. I hear things about my relatives and friends I never knew. I am just listening, he tells his wife, who is ready to leave. Just a few more minutes. They stay three more hours. By the time they go, people are hugging him good-bye. Grateful for his curiosity, which gave them an opportunity to share. His special talent is listening and caring. I am thrilled and grateful that he is my father.