The person that comes to mind when I think of a great communicator is
one of my college professors. He taught a class I was not at all interested in
at the time, philosophy. He didn’t lecture, but instead told a story and made
the material germane to our everyday lives. He was clear, concise, and he
listened to the students. His eye contact and body language said, “What you are
saying is important to me.” What I liked best is he walked among us. Most
instructors stay at the front of the class. Father Jason walked around and
sometimes would take a seat at a desk. The class flowed, and I would find the
time had gone too quickly.