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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,
Out of Solitude
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