When we 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 chose 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
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