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

when I remember to hold you close….

inquiry for today~ when you smile and reach out…..

how to self-actualize

Some stranger somewhere

still remembers

you because

you were kind

to them when

no one else was.

~unknown