When we honestly ask ourselves which people 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 (1932 – 1996)


2 responses to “Friendship”

  1. federico

    An d?©i ginn et n?´tt w?©i Sand um Mier.

  2. Leider. Mee du brauchs d?©i och gottseidank net w?©i Sand um Mier. Wanns de een oder zwee sou Leit fonnt hues geet schon duer, du sichs laang no sou Frenn, klo?´r, mee wanns de se bis fonnt hues bleiwen se. :)

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