True Friends
When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we find it often 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 an hour of grief and 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.
Copyright © Lemonia Sims | Year Posted 2011
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