“ 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....