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Viva la Devora
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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
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He's five years old He's not mine But when he runs up and throws himself into my arms, that heals something When I wake up in the morning and he is standing there with a smile on his face That means something more than me Damn sure beats a lecture or kick in the pants
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i've lessons to learn from this blathe. thank_you
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what's it to you?
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