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Hearts Touching by Rita Loyd

It’s Friday morning and I’m sat alone eating breakfast in a hotel. There is something strange about this hotel, as no one seems to be talking to each other.

Maybe they’re not early morning people; then again there is plenty of conversation going on, only not the spoken word but the written word and on the PHONE. How could we do without it? Phone, Email, Text, Face book, who knows what was going on but fingers were tapping away fast and furious.

The only sound I could hear were beeps, bells and chimes. Have we become lazy at the thought of talking to another human being?

The day before I had an enquiry, about a speaking opportunity, as I was about to reply to the email, I thought better of it. I wanted to have a feel for the person that I would be communicating with. Oh how easy it would have been to type away and press send.

Samantha’s first words were, “Thank you for taking the time to have a conversation I know you must be busy”.

We spoke and had a good laugh (not at my fee). I felt like I had known her for years, and the next thing I knew I was booked.

Would the rapport we made on the phone have been the same by email? I personally think not.

Has life really become too busy to pick up the phone and actually talk?

Think about your relationships whether its business or pleasure, give the texting and email a week off, let the other person hear the passion in your voice.

Don’t let talking become the LOST art of Communication…give me a call sometime.