12-09-2007, 11:23 PM
One of my Mom's friends gave my Mom a card with this statement, and we think it has QUITE an impact...
This was written by Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude:
This was written by Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude:
When we honestly ask ourselves which persons in our lives mean the most to us...
We often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand...
The friend 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 the friend who cares.