With A Little Help From My Friends

A hand to hold

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

Today I found out how true these words are.

Someday when I am old and grey and believed to be wise and posses all the wisdom in the world, when I am asked what is my one advice to the future generation, you are the kind of person I will tell them to grow up to be.

But right this moment dear friends, the only two words that come to my mind, though embarrassingly inadequate to describe how I feel and poor repayment for the kindness that’s shown to me, are

Thank you.

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