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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 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 own powerlessness, that is the friend
who cares.
Henri Nouwen
Out of Solitude
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There is an
energy in us which makes things happen when the paths of other persons touch
ours.
from the Monks of Weston Priory
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