We Each Have a Story to Share

Early in my career, a supervisor shared with me something I’ve never forgotten: “When an old person dies, it’s like burning down a library.”

Recently, I’ve found myself reflecting on the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of stories I’ve been privileged to hear during my career, beginning as a ‘Resident Services Coordinator' in HUD-subsidized housing.

While most of the residents in these buildings were born and raised in metro Detroit, many had been born in other countries, such as Poland, Russia, France, Egypt, and Germany. All had lived through World War II as children and teenagers. I was always amazed at the juxtaposition of experiences shared with me by people of similar ages, yet such vastly different life histories.

To this day, their faces and voices remain clear in my mind. I recall sitting in their apartments, the treasured mementos they kept, and most importantly, the energy they channeled through their stories.

It’s interesting to observe the shift from clients who grew up in the 1940s/50s to the 1960s/70s. As I age into my career, the timetable people share feels more familiar, yet it remains fascinating to hear history through their unique lens of it. Without exception, we each have a story to share.

Within this framework of listening and connection, I continue to develop ideas and programs to encourage the reciprocity of shared dialogue. As always, your participation is welcome, and sharing with others is always appreciated.

Listening generously,