When we honestly ask ourselves which people in our lives mean the most to us,
we often find that it’s those who, instead of giving advice, solutions or cures,
have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and caring 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 or bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness — that is the friend who cares.

Dedicated to all my friends and Foes as well..:)