When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advise, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle 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. Much violence is based on the illusion that life is a property to be defended and not to be shared. The friend who can be silent with us in our moments of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in times of grief and breavement, - who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face us with the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. |
