Preciso de uma conversa entre um psicologo e um paciente em inglês com no minimo 100 palavras
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Psychologist: Hello! How are you today?
Patient: Not very well!
Psychologist: Then tell me what happened.
Patient: I woke up in the morning because of a nightmare. I was in a public place full of people. It looked like a wedding ceremony, or something you do sometimes in a church. I was very close to the altar, or I was at the altar celebrating a sacred ceremony. I got a call from my wife. I heard the phone ring, my heart skyrocketed. I remembered in the dream that she had traveled with my children. I saw the tragedy! I looked for the phone but didn't find it (dream thing). Someone had my phone at the church door. The person answered my phone and I ran towards the door, leaving the altar behind, as I walked through the aisles of the huge church (when it is in a hurry or anxious the crossing seems long) I heard a voice saying: “is the wife, a tragedy has happened. ” Then I thought, "The devil also goes to church." In desperation I picked up the phone and heard a confusion on the other side. It was my wife crying, trying to tell me something, I heard voices of people screaming. A deep voice on the other side was similar to the voice of one of my children. I fell into despair imagining the misfortune that had occurred. I woke up scared! Thank God my wife was next to me in bed and my kids were in the next room.
Psychologist: I would like you to work hard to discover some sleeping beauty in your nightmare.
Patient: You're kidding me. Do you really believe there is anything good about all this? Don't give me this "poliana" talk.
Psychologist: I think you misunderstood me. So let me explain further. It has nothing to do with poliana, but everything to do with logotherapy, known as the third school in Vienna, whose founder was Viktor Emil Frankl, who assumed that everything has a meaning (logos). However, meaning cannot be attributed by anyone, but discovered. Make an effort to see some beauty in your nightmare.
Patient: I can't! I can not! I think moving something that is quiet is a big risk. Will the misfortune come to fruition. Then I will penalize myself for life.
Psychologist: I remembered two important accounts. One is from Elisabeth S. Lukas, a disciple of Viktor E. Frankl. She states that the phrase “I can't” is said with just a flick of the lips, no reflection required, so it's easy to say, quick and convenient. But it is unproductive. It kills possibilities that could have emerged from a 'I can'. The other account is from Frankl himself, who tells a story of a butler who saw death prowling around the boss's house. Feeling that death was there to take him, he decided to flee. He told his boss what was happening, asking a horse to flee to a distant city in order to deceive his death. The boss answered him. The galloping butler fled death. The boss finding death there, asked him of his intentions. And she said it was only time, for she would find the butler in the far-off city. The moral of the story: To try to escape death is to meet it. I want you to think about two situations. The first is that someone who always says "I can't" kills sleeping potentialities. The second is that to live dodging death is not to realize the story that life expects from the person. Death must be the driving force for living intensely today.
Patient: It's easy to talk about a comfortable situation. Pepper in the eyes of others is refreshment. I'm tired of this self-help talk. Well, I can't talk, I won't talk and I just walk away. My time is over! See you later
Resposta:
Psychologist: Hello, how are you today?
Patient: Not so good!
Psychologist: So tell me what happened.
Patient: I woke up in the morning because of a nightmare. I was in a public place full of people. It was like a wedding ceremony, or something you do every once in a while in a church. I was right near the altar, or I was at the altar celebrating a sacred ceremony. I received a phone call from my wife. I heard the phone ring, my heart just went off. I remembered in the dream that she had traveled with my children. I saw the tragedy! I looked for the phone but could not find it (dream thing). Someone had my phone outside the church. The person answered my phone and I ran out towards the door, leaving behind the altar, as I walked through the corridors of the huge church (when you are in a hurry or anxious the crossing seems long) I heard a voice saying, "it's the wife, a tragedy has happened". Soon I thought, "The devil also goes to church. In desperation, I picked up the phone and heard a mess on the other side. It was my wife crying, trying to tell me something, I heard voices of people screaming. A voice deep inside, on the other side, looked like the voice of one of my children. I went into despair imagining the disgrace that had occurred. I woke up scared! Thank God my wife was beside me in bed and my children were in the next room.
Psychologist: I would like you to strive to discover some sleeping beauty in your nightmare.
Patient: You're kidding me. Do you really believe that there is something good about all this? Don't give me that "poliana" talk.
Psychologist: I think you misunderstood me. So, let me explain. It has nothing to do with poliana, but everything to do with logotherapy, known as the third school in Vienna, whose founder was Viktor Emil Frankl, who assumed that everything has a meaning (logos). However, the meaning cannot be attributed by someone, but discovered. Make an effort to see some beauty in your nightmare.
Patient: I can't! I can't! I think touching something that's quiet is a big risk. You'll see that the misfortune comes to pass. Then I'll penance myself for life.
Psychologist: I remembered two important stories. One is by Elisabeth S. Lukas, a disciple of Viktor E. Frankl. She affirms that the phrase "I can't" is said only with a lip movement, without the need for reflection, it is therefore easy to be said, quick and comfortable. But it is unproductive. It kills possibilities, which could have emerged from an "I can". The other story is by Frankl himself, who tells a story of a butler who saw death around the boss's house. Having the impression that death was there to take him away, he decided to run away from it. She told the boss what was happening, asking for a horse to flee to a distant city in order to cheat death. The boss answered him. The galloping butler escaped death. The boss, finding death there, asked him about his intentions. And she said she was only making an hour, for she would find the butler at night in the distant city. Moral of the story: to try to escape from death is to meet her. I want you to think about two situations: the first is that those who always say "I can't" kill dormant potentialities. The second is that to live dodging death is not to realize the story that life expects from the person. Death must be the driving force to live intensely today.
Patient: It is easy to speak of a comfortable situation. Pepper in the eyes of others is refreshing. I'm tired of this self-help talk. Well, I can't talk, I won't talk and I'm just going away. My time is up! See you soon.
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