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 advice, 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
Friday, October 30, 2009
A real friend
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
welcome back!
issam.
Thak you dear i was busy and sick ..thank you my loyal friend reader :O)
Bon guerison. u r a real friend Sara. Thank u 4 being such a friend. Bisous
Merci Nasa so nice of you
Post a Comment