When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who 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 and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, I think that is a friend that cares.
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