Monday, February 15, 2016

It's not about me

When someone we care about hurts, maybe we make tea, something hot to drink. Maybe we talk on the phone, or sit in the chair opposite in the therapy office. The urge is to do something. Sometimes there is nothing to be done, except, perhaps, sit in encouragement.

It’s not about me.
I sit in encouragement.
It’s all I can do.

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