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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the
most to us, we often find that it is those
who,instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures,
have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a
warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of
grief and bereavement, who can tolerate
not knowing, not curing, not healing and
face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares... ~Henri Nouwen
found this on rueyying's blog... n find it true...
wrote this with my tears @ 4:37 AM